A/N: Hehe. Everyone's favourite Death Eater ponders over the state of her sanity. A random drabble from someone that has nothing better to do.
Bellatrix was bored, terribly so.
There was no raids to go on.
No prisoners to play with.
No muggles to kill.
And Wormtail was out so she couldn't tease him.
It was almost like being in Azkaban again.
Just without the Dementors, and the freezing cold cell.
And while she preferred the Dark Lord's manor to her cell in Azkaban, bordem wasn't very high on her list of things she want's to be doing.
After all she spent fifteen years in a constant state of bordem or pain.
Who knew insanity would be this dull?
Insane.
That's what she was.
Right?
That's what everyone else said.
She never understood why.
What makes a person insane?
Is it the fact that she spent fifteen years in Azkaban?
No, Rabstian and Roldolphus had been with her, they never called them insane.
Is it that she likes killing muggles?
No, there are plenty of Death Eaters who like killing muggles. They are sane.
So why is she insane?
Is she?
She doesn't think so.
She knows her name.
She knows the date.
She knows where she is.
She can remember the name of her husband.
The Longbottems couldn't.
And she had crucio'ed them into insanity.
She wasn't like them.
Therefore she had to be sane.
She thought so.
That's all that matters. They can call her insane. She knows she's not.
Nope. Not her.
She smiled to herself as she walked through the manor to find something to do.
After all, she didn't want to go insane from bordem.