Bellatrix blinked, certain that what she was seeing was wrong. She had never believed the Muggles to be so beautifully barbaric. She had never thought that they would have it in them.

Those were heads. Human heads. Bellatrix was certain of it.

There wasn't much difference whether they were Muggle or magical, not in Bellatrix's opinion at least; they were still beautiful. The expressions of absolute sorrow or terror were works of art, and Bellatrix wondered if she would be able to do something similar at the Lestrange Manor.

Not on the road, obviously. Just one for her own personal amusement. And Rodolphus or Rabastan's, if they really wanted. Bellatrix frowned, she would prefer if they didn't, though.

It would be hers.

But Bellatrix didn't like the fact that she was getting her ideas from the Muggles. She was copying people who weren't worth her time.

She glared, stamping her foot on the ground.

It wasn't fair! It was a good idea too! It would be such a pretty addition to the dungeons! Bellatrix could only imagine the wonderful screams that would draw out of the prisoners they kept in there (hopefully she wouldn't have to imagine for too long)! They would be all the more willing to give up their secrets in hopes to be released (as if she would ever release them).

Bellatrix frowned, walking closer to inspect the heads. They would look far better if they were watered every day, preferably with blood but any red liquid would probably do well enough.

She could improve the idea and call it her own! Then she wouldn't be copying the Muggles but making it obvious how stupid they were for not finishing the idea!

And then she could take their heads for her collection! The stupid Muggles wouldn't be able to talk against her then!

Bellatrix nodded to herself, examining the heads to see where exactly she would need to sever and how those Muggles had managed to hang the heads so.

…xXx…

"Rodolphus, stop her," Rabastan whispered, eyes on his cackling sister-in-law. "I've seen that expression before; it never bodes well."

"I've tried to stop her before. That expression scares me a little, too." Rodolphus sighed. "It never works. It only makes her more determined to do whatever she had set her mind on. We'd be better off acting as if it were the silliest idea we'd ever heard."

Rabastan glanced at his brother. "Do you really want disfigured heads in your dungeon?"

"Ideally, not. But I'd much rather prefer my dungeon not house my own head as well as a multitude of others."

"Right. I almost feel sorry for the future residents of your dungeon."

"At least Bella's bloodthirsty house elves will have a purpose and stop tormenting the rest of the house elves."

"At least."

And the brothers stood side-by-side, wishing that they could be anywhere but there. They would much rather be surprised than know it was coming and not be able to do anything to stop it.

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Cards Against Humanity: I'm pretty sure I'm high right now, because I'm absolutely mesmerized by_road head

Quidditch Pitch: Rodolphus Lestrange