Written For:

- Day 42 of 366 Days of Writing Challenge: Believe

- The Emotion Challenge: Irritable

- Gringotts Prompt Bank/Scenarios: I tripped and fell face-first into a large puddle and you're the only one who saw

- Gringotts Prompt Bank/Sex and the City: (dialogue) "Excuse me, is this your hand on my knee?" / "N-no." / "Alright, lets just keep them where we can see them, okay?", (word) Flaw, (word) Loser, (location) Street Corner, (word) Trash, (word) Helpless

Pairings/Characters: Bellatrix/Rodolphus

Word Count: 342


Head Over Heels

There's no remedy, for memory, your face is like a melody, it won't leave my head.

A street corner wasn't the place that Rodolphus Lestrange expected to properly meet the woman who would become his wife.

Of course, being in the Pureblood circle, he already knew who she was. The eldest sister, a cold, callous individual who kept to herself, appearing untouchable to everyone around her. She seemed to have no external flaw, and she looked at everyone else like they were trash.

Which was exactly how she looked at Rodolphus. He was rounding the corner, rushing his way down the street where the Leaky Cauldron was situated. He should have been looking where he was going, but Bellatrix's sudden appearance outside the pub distracted him. His foot had become lodged in a crack on the pavement, and he had gone sprawling into a puddle, splashing her winkle-toed boots on the way.

Rodolphus blinked up at her, feeling thankful that there was no one else around on the street—but he still felt like a total loser. With an irritable roll of her eyes, Bellatrix offered her hand to him, and pulled him to his feet. She guided him towards a stone bench outside the pub, and sat down beside him.

"Thanks," he muttered, drying his robes out with his wand. "I can't believe I just did that. I'm not really that helpless, though. I could've got myself out of that puddle." He shot Bellatrix a grin, but it wasn't reciprocated.

"I don't believe you," she replied irritably, but there was a humorous glimmer in her eye. "But I suppose you can buy me a coffee to make up for splashing my shoes."

Rodolphus smiled, and clapped a hand down on her knee. It was a completely friendly move, but her dark eyes hardened immediately. "Excuse me, is this your hand on my knee?"

"N-no..." Rodolphus pulled his hand back, feeling suddenly nervous. She gave him a cruel grin. "Alright, lets just keep them where we can see them, okay?"