Friction; Belladolphus [flashback]
The best part about the Lestrange stronghold is the fact that her family isn’t around to pester her. She’s convinced that Rodolphus’ parents hover less, making it seem nearly possible to do anything they like. Not that Bellatrix ever finds quality time with Rodolphus something she particularly likes. But today, she’s in a favourable mood and she lets her fingers skirt along the wallpaper in one of the corridors as she makes her way to her fiancé’s chambers.
Bellatrix feels like celebrating. No harassing questions about the wedding from her mother, a perfectly executed murder of Lily Evans’ parents, and no looming return to Hogwarts at the end of the summer holiday. Not to mention, having tea with Rodolphus’ mother had gone swimmingly as well. The Lestrange matriarch carried more grace in her than her own mother did. If she thought herself even marginally capable of being a well-groomed and behaved pureblood woman, Bella’s certain she’d aspire to be like Lady Lestrange.
Instead, she considers just what she’ll do to her betrothed.
“You look rather comfortable,” she acknowledges as she steps into his bedroom and lets the door click closed behind her. “One would hazard to think you enjoy yourself more when I’m not around.”
