Rodolphus
Rodolphus faces wife, expressionless–or so he thinks.
Bellatrix laughs, wrapping an arm around his neck.
"Rod, I'll be fine."
"It's dangerous, though…"
"You're the one who formally introduced me to him," she says smugly.
He rolls his eyes, giving a sarcastic chuckle. "Only because you were there. Frankly, I thought Narcissa was going to kill me when she found out. And if you get hurt-"
"Which I won't-"
"It'll be my fault."
"The Dark Lord seems to trust us. Both of us. I know that if I fail him, he'll punish you, too. So I promise I'll try my best to stay on good behaviour. Anyway, the mission might be dangerous, but he's with me. I won't get hurt by anyone but him." She smirks confidently.
He sighs, glancing at the approaching cloaked figure behind Bella. It is easy to recognise the Dark Lord with his almost white skin and lanky figure. "He's here," the male Lestrange murmurs, and she spins so fast Rodolphus is surprised she doesn't fall over.
"I'll be fine," she whispers.
He does not fail to realise she is mostly talking to herself.
