'I'm dead now.' mused Bellatrix. She took a careful look to her new surrounding. Everything seem to be an endless void of white space, filled with nothing but mere curiousity. Just where is she? This doesn't seem like hell nor heaven, just a space of emptiness and she had always known that her kind- particularly death eaters do not end up in heaven. Another thing she presently noticed is that she seem to have shrunk in size, 'how can this happen?' mused her thoughts out loud. She let out a sigh exasperatedly. Bellatrix kept walking and walking and the endless path brought her to nothing but the still white space all around. Her head was throbbing but there was still nothing all around her. Bellatrix Black was never a patient person. Perhaps this place is a hell specifically designated for her. Turning back to see how far she had travel, she could see that there was a man, dressed in white robes heading her way. 'Dumbledore-?' As if on cue, her mind started to calculate many questions that were to come unanswered. 'Why is that old bag here?' 'Is he actually some kind of a god?' The questions kept ringing to her mind, though in the end she hesitated to ask them all and quickly put on her stoic facade. "Where are we?" questioned Bellatrix, sounding unconcerned as possible- however she was almost put-off because of how child-like and pitched her voice, she had almost dropped her cover because of it. Dumbledore's glinting eyes suggests her that he might have seen that improper reaction. Her voice had always been pure terror than anything, it needed a bit work of getting used to her new- no, old voice.