Rodolphus;
Where: The Lestrange Manor When: The aftermath, April 11th
She’d been seconds away from delivering the killing curse to Eric Rosales when the world came to a stop. Dark eyes opened up to blurry figures, a piercing pain shooting down her side... the stench of iron was overwhelming. It took her a second to see the crimson pool forming below her, was that what her blood looked like? The blood of a woman who’d so often delivered death’s blow... now fate had shuffled her cards. A dizzy Bellatrix grit her teeth, fingers tightening around her wand. If they wanted to kill her, they’d have to do better than that. Against the protests of her injuries, she tried to push herself up when an arm grabbed her.
Suddenly the screams were gone. Almost as if the chaos had never unfolded. Instead, a line of trees filled her vision, familiar cobblestones- the Manor. There was only one person that would’ve brought her here... “Rodolphus-” Bellatrix’s fingers curled around the man’s arm, doing what she could to stabilize her balance. “My sister, where is she, is she safe?!” How strange it was to hear the echo of her voice, the usual timbre of strength sounding hollow. “You have to go back, we’re not finished-” The words were cut, Bella’s grip tightening as the pain intensified.
@rodolphos
