Disclaimer: It's not mine but Jkrs! She gets the royalties not me.
She slowly picked up the brush and smeared the blusher across her cheeks. As in everything she was a perfectionist. Being a witch, being a wife, and killing the mudbloods. Bellatrix never killed mudbloods for the fun of it. Quiet the opposite. She was doing them and the whole world a favor scourging the earth of there scum. And perhaps when they reached perjury god might even be prepared to forgive them for there sins. That is daring to taint the wizarding world with there blood and getting above there station.
It was all part of the master plan. To kill the mudbloods and enslave the muggles. She picked up the eyeliner and drew it across her lower lid. Bellatrix quite liked muggles actually. They were weak and powerless but were oh so useful when it came to putting on her shoes, doing her hair, and helping her dress. House elves could do this of cause but they were ugly little sniveling thing and better suited to cleaning. And her sister Narssica could do with a muggle. To help with her child Draco. A muggle she thought could deal with all the unpleasant parts of rearing a child. In fact the only thing a muggle nurse couldn't do is allow the boy to suckle at her breast. And that was only because Luciuse wouldn't allow the Malfoy heir to be nourished on the milk of none magic folk.
Next she dipped a small brush in the pot of shadow on her vanity table and began to fill in her eyelids. It worried her sometimes that she might have been tainted in her blood line. She cursed the day the weaslys had become intertwined with the blacks. Could the blood traitor's genes be passed onto her children? She shuddered to think of the consequences if they had. Once a child had been tainted in that way there was nothing you could you. Just look a Sirius. And however distant the connection it was still a threat.
Next bellatrix picked up her lipstick and began on her mouth. How she loved the master and the lord. She truly believed he had been sent from above by God. He was the savoir that had been promised to them. Here was the man who was setting the world to rights by raising the purebloods to the ruling classes putting the muggles in there rightful place and killing the mudbloods.
Bellatrix looked in the mirror and smiled. Here was perfection and it was now time to go out and does her noble lord's work. She picked up the white mask from the table and put it on.
She swept out the door feeling very much like she was on a crusade.
Bellatrix knew her duty. And tonight she would once again assist her lord's noble cause.
She slowly picked up the brush and smeared the blusher across her cheeks. As in everything she was a perfectionist. Being a witch, being a wife, and killing the mudbloods. Bellatrix never killed mudbloods for the fun of it. Quiet the opposite. She was doing them and the whole world a favor scourging the earth of there scum. And perhaps when they reached perjury god might even be prepared to forgive them for there sins. That is daring to taint the wizarding world with there blood and getting above there station.
It was all part of the master plan. To kill the mudbloods and enslave the muggles. She picked up the eyeliner and drew it across her lower lid. Bellatrix quite liked muggles actually. They were weak and powerless but were oh so useful when it came to putting on her shoes, doing her hair, and helping her dress. House elves could do this of cause but they were ugly little sniveling thing and better suited to cleaning. And her sister Narssica could do with a muggle. To help with her child Draco. A muggle she thought could deal with all the unpleasant parts of rearing a child. In fact the only thing a muggle nurse couldn't do is allow the boy to suckle at her breast. And that was only because Luciuse wouldn't allow the Malfoy heir to be nourished on the milk of none magic folk.
Next she dipped a small brush in the pot of shadow on her vanity table and began to fill in her eyelids. It worried her sometimes that she might have been tainted in her blood line. She cursed the day the weaslys had become intertwined with the blacks. Could the blood traitor's genes be passed onto her children? She shuddered to think of the consequences if they had. Once a child had been tainted in that way there was nothing you could you. Just look a Sirius. And however distant the connection it was still a threat.
Next bellatrix picked up her lipstick and began on her mouth. How she loved the master and the lord. She truly believed he had been sent from above by God. He was the savoir that had been promised to them. Here was the man who was setting the world to rights by raising the purebloods to the ruling classes putting the muggles in there rightful place and killing the mudbloods.
Bellatrix looked in the mirror and smiled. Here was perfection and it was now time to go out and does her noble lord's work. She picked up the white mask from the table and put it on.
She swept out the door feeling very much like she was on a crusade.
Bellatrix knew her duty. And tonight she would once again assist her lord's noble cause.