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Chapter 4: The master and I ?!
When she left her master´s room, and stood the more or the less oriantationless in the gangway of Riddle Manor, she felt like, as if there was something, something important..something, she was supposed to know...
Probably I´m just seeing things...it´ll be the best not to think about it further..
Actually, the best would be, to think of a way to calm the master...
Because if his grudge on me is going to persist, what he will for sure for awhile, I´ll regret it at the latest at the next mission, where it will be denied for me to participate.
Now the question at hand is, what to do ?...Maybe I could..
"The Dark Lord seems to have let out his rage pretty well on, when you´re running around that absent !" Mend a fellow-Deatheater in passing, after the two of them had almost collided.
"You call that "pretty well""? Retorted his partner, who was walking next to him, and hadn´t found it necessary to inform his companion of the proximate collision.
"If it were like that, she wouldn´t be able to listen to you, long ago !"
Although they distanced themselves with a fast tempo from Bellatrix, it was still no problem to farther follow their conversation.
"Where you´re right, you´re right, Malphas..."
Just when the female Deatheater hoped, that the gossip would now finally come to an end, it continued.
"Makes you wonder..."began the other one- while he, now at the end of the gangway, and about to bend off, looked closely around so that absolutely nobody else, than the one, whom was it for, heard the following-
"..just think about it...the old rag bungled such an important mission, and still has her life and one till no scratch..."
"So ?" You heard Malphas sensation mongering voice ask in the distance.
"Maybe the old shrapnel and the boss have something going on ?..And when we all leave the Manor for a Mission-"
To Bellatrix´s luck, she was spared to listen to more detailed, and maybe even worse debaucheries, because the gossiping duo had now finally left her ear-shot.
Absolutetely everybody, who wasn´t a morbid optimist or blind, could she how the magma in her inside bubbled.
That these blowflies even dare to joke about such a subject, into the bargain in my present !
Not just that they offend me in persona, NOOO, of course that isn´t enough, the master himself has to be it..!
Doesn´t have today´s youth anymore respect to the age or elders ??!
In inner turmoil like that, she stormed - this time without jostling someone and provoke even more conversations with queer endings -off for her apartment...though you couldn´t really call it that way, because it was just some ordinary room, with the exception that it seemed more demon-like and cooler.
But could you blame her ? No, because everyday god-knows-how-many people talked their own things or current situations better, till they seemed to be really good in the first place.
And Bellatrix Lestrange was one of them.
Short after her arrival she got rid as well of her travelling-cloak and her boots, inflamed a spare fire and threw herself on the bed...more she didn´t need, to relax and to clear her mind.
...Finally her thoughts wandered off, back to the not-so-long-ago "eavesdropped" conversation...
Bella turned her head to her bedside table an then, - slowly, still hesitating - she reached for the first drawer, that let itself slide out to the half with a creak.
Carefully she took out a more or less still useable hand mirror.
The ex-Azkaban inmate held it with a small amount of space in front of her face, and tried hard to recognise known lines in her reflection, that looked back at her from upon a dusty ground.
How long had it been, since she´d looked at herself and praised her own beauty...but that...was the past..
Unfortunately it´s truth...you can see the years I spend in Azkaban... every angle of her face announces it...
...from the long time of agony, of uncertainty...and the short moment of pride..
Oh yes, I´ve been proud, not often, but I was...
Proud, of being able to serve my master at least in some way...
...But in the end my look doesn´t matter, the only thing are my qualities as a witch..
...aren´t I right ? she asked mutelyher still back-looking mirror-image.
The only question left is...she pondered with a slight grimace,
... how in the world these boors came up with the idea, that the master and I
The idea haunted her, and thereon she broke into a hysterical laughter, while she picked up a lonely chocolade frog from within its hiding place under the bed.
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