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The sky was painted with stars, too many to count. A beautiful sight indeed, one which Bellatrix interpreted more as a form of advantage for her than a sight of true beauty. The night allowed her to be cruel whereas the day confined her in what she referred to as her own personal curse. To be a Black heiress, beautiful and of remarkable blood, yet filled with such rage and chaos -- she tip-toed in between glory and insanity. Yet, lonely nights like these, without her entourage around, had always allowed her to dwell deep in her own mind, unaware of her surroundings, not proving anything to anyone, but only to herself, that she could be sane for just a fleeting moment. The quiet night allowed her to imagine the most cruel things she could force Regulus to, alas, she’d forgotten any rules by now. “Oh? Are you here to guide me back to the Slytherin girl dorm, Tonks? Do you really want to interrupt me now?” She tilted her head towards Ted, pale eyes staring back at him as if they’d pierce him any second. “Come on, I can show you a world so unlike your filthy one,” she giggled, a horrible sound, high pitched and rotten. “I could get into your head and make you just leave me alone. Or make you see terrible things -- or the most beautiful things. Don’t be a boring Hufflepuff, let me be.” Immensely calm for one Bellatrix Black -- thanks to the night and stars surrounding them, for sure.
