The enchanted light of the morning sun broke through the third floor window. However, only a sliver made its way through the heavy emerald drapes of the young Salvia Lestrange. She did not stir as it found its way to her pale face.

Mean while. . .

Her mother and father; Bellatrix and Rodolpus Lestrange, were currently in the drawing room with some very peculiar guests, death eaters to be exact. Their dark cruel faces all turned toward one another expectantly.

Who would do it? Who would call the dark lord.

Bella being the most eccentric of the lot raised her forearm where his mark waited, slithering in impatience.

"The Dark Lord will be pleased." she says in her low yet feminine voice. Her eyes a light with delight, swept over the faces of her comrades.

Rodolpus sneers and addressees his wife "Bella, don't you think it wise to go and fetch the girl before he arrives?"

Nodding her head in approval she summons their family's house elf, Shadow.

"Listen you, go and awake Saliva." Bellatrix demands the elf.

Turning back to her company Bellatrix grins and laughs.