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“Where in Godric’s name did you get them all?” Rodolphus wondered aloud, even as he reached out and wrapped a hand around the back of her neck, winding his fingers in her dark, wild hair. He didn’t pull, not yet, he simply steadied her, and gave her a measured look of approval. 

She was practically glowing after her fun on Halloween night; a prance with dementors seemed to have energized her where it sucked the life from others. It was proof that no matter what she looked, some part of her was truly mad, even if it did not completely rule her yet.

“You were magnificent. I got you a gift,” he said. He tapped his wand against the desk he was leaning against and a black and green gift box appeared, with holes in rows along its sides. Bellatrix tolerated his cats it was true, but he wondered if perhaps an animal of her own could mellow her. Now was as good a time as anything to test the theory.