Time felt so slow today, Bella had already finished the last book she was reading and it was not even lunch time. It left her in quite the predicament as she was not staring at the sealed envelope Rodolphus had left for her. She could not ignore him forever, as much as she would like to try. He was going to need to be dealt with sooner or later, and all signs were pointing at sooner. She took a deep breath trying to prepare herself for whatever nonsense her 'husband' might have written. She carefully tore open the envelope, breaking through the Lestrange family crest that had been holding the parchment closed.

Bella-

Rabastan is set to marry the youngest Carrow sister this spring. I have only met her a few times and while she is certainly not his type everyone is hopeful they will be able to produce a few Lestrange heirs. Our time for such things passed long ago, as hard as we tried it was not meant to be, and you know that. It seems a lot of things were not meant to be. I miss you terribly, I missed you every day we were locked away and every day after. I know that I never meant as much to you as you did to me. Being locked away for thirteen years certainly did not help matters. I do not blame you for anything. I will always love you Bella, but I know that whatever we had ended long ago. I will not bother you about such trivial matters but know I will always be here for you when you need me. Most of all I will always love you.

-Rodolphus

So there it was, the end of her marriage. Not so final, not divorce, but it was certainly out in the open. She was done with him and he was going to leave her be, she could not ask much more of him. She would keep his last name, for now, she was proud that she, at least, entered into a pureblood marriage like she was supposed to. She was too famous to drop his family name anyway. Bellatrix Lestrange was known to all in the British wizarding world, it struck fear in all those who heard it. She would not give that up. She folded the letter back up, placing it in her book before heading up to her room. The least she could do was write him back. It was a simple note, she still had very little to say to him.

Rodolphus-

Thank you. Perhaps I will see you at Rabastan's wedding.

-Bella

She sealed the letter and rushed to find one of the Malfoy's owls. Two spiral staircases later she was standing in the breezy room, several large horned owls were quietly roosting on the perches inside. She rushed to the nearest one, the cold was already sending shivers through her, and quickly tied the parchment to his leg.

"Rodolphus Lestrange," she spoke hastily as the large owl stretched his wings before taking flight.

She drew her cloak tightly around her before fleeing the cold for the warmth of a fire crackling downstairs. She headed down to the library, in need of a new book to read. She really needed to talk to her sister about making a trip out to purchase some new books to add to their collection. She felt as though she had read through the Malfoy library a hundred times. Clearly an exaggeration, but tiresome none the less. The library was so warm, the fireplace blazing, the warm smell of books lingering in the air. This was one of her favorite rooms. She began looking lazily over the titles of books she had certainly read before trying to find something that would, at least, peak her interest. She sighed rolling her eyes, her finger running lazily over the spines before her eyes caught a shimmer of silver on the loveseat. She spun around sharply, her wand held tightly in her hand when her eyes fell on an emerald green package wrapped in a silver ribbon. She approached it slowly, looking at the small tag attached with her name written on it. She grinned as she unwrapped the pretty package pleased to find three books, three books that she had not read. Her grin was unfading as she poured over the titles trying to decide which to read first. Interesting titles, all on the dark arts. She picked a small black book filled with some interesting curses and hexes. Most she knew but there was more than a few that were new to her and she decided to spend the rest of the morning studying them, intent on practicing after lunch. Though it might be harder to find something to practice on than she would care to admit.

Lunch came quick and she anxiously sat at the table with her family trying to figure out where she would find some prey for her afternoon's practice.

"Anyone left down in the cellar?" she asked Lucius anxiously.

He eyed her suspiciously, "Why?"

"None of your business Lucius," Bella cooed.

"You killed the last one last night," Lucius stated matter-of-factly. "If you are really that bored Bella you should just go down to the ministry. They have cages full of mudbloods just waiting for someone to put them in their rightful place."

Bella grinned at the thought, her bloodlust bubbling deep within, "So clever Lucius."

"So you are just going to walk into the ministry and tell them you are there to play twisted games with the mudbloods?" Lucius was as cocky ever, he really thought he knew everything.

Bella smiled darkly, "I could," she laughed as she stood up from the table and skipped off.

She sat on the end of her bed with her sleeve pulled up revealing her midnight black brand, as black as the day her master gave it to her. She was not one to bother her master, but she was desperate to leave the manor and enjoy her favorite hobby. She held her hand over the mark her arm burned and she knew that her master had been summoned. She took a deep breath as she felt the air in the room change her master's figure appearing before her.

"I have felt your bloodlust growing my dear Bella," her master hissed.

"It has my lord. The books you gave me have inspired me," she said looking up into his eyes.

He smiled down at her, "I knew it would. Which is good since there is are mudbloods at the ministry waiting to go to Azkaban. Mudbloods do not deserve the privilege of being placed in a wizard prison."

Bella grinned broadly up at her lord, "I could not agree more my lord."

His hand brushed against her cheek, "Then you should head to the ministry when you are ready. I will let them know that my right hand will be there to help take care of the sentenced mudbloods."

"Thank you, master," she spoke proudly, the excitement evident.

"Have fun," the dark lord hissed before disapparating. She let a dark cackle escape her lips as she got ready, she needed to give the dark lord enough time to let them know that she would be arriving.

She picked up her book and browsed over the various hexes and curses that she would be experimenting with, the bloodlust and excitement filling her up with every passing moment until she could not wait any longer. She rushed down to the fireplace in the sitting room, quickly grabbing a handful of flu powder and throwing it into the flames. Her eyes danced as the flames turned a brilliant green and she stepped into them clearly commanding them to take her to the ministry. She could honestly say had never willing visited the ministry before today. This was going to be fun.