{ Bond Behind the Masks }; Bellatrix + Eris [mindscape]
When one shares a mind with another, the absence of that other half comes as a startling ring of silence more painful than any scream. In the moments after the dust settled after the prank spell passed from the ball, Bellatrix felt a missing pressure in her mind, familiar and comforting. Her eyes could only show her so much as her mind scrambled to regain the link that tied her to Eris. The moment it did reappear, restoring equilibrium to Bellatrix, it was only to discover that her soul was divided by miles rather than feet.
“So we trade one ball for another. One captive escapes only for the other to be taken as well.” Bellatrix, physical self tucked away inside her family manor, allows her mind to draw her to Eris’ side as a ghostly presence where her only friend sits across from that daft Auror. Moody. She leans against the arm of Eris’ chair as she stares down her nose at the man who cannot see her, entirely unaware of her otherworldly presence in Eris’ consciousness. “Salazar, he really should do something about the state of his attire. And his face. Really his entire person. Maybe if you knock that glass of water over, he’ll be forced to change.”
She looks down at her nails as her thoughts pass to the one forced to suffer the Head Auror’s choked accent. “I think I preferred McKinnon’s crassness to this false hospitality Moody is showing you, Eris. Snap his neck, already. We don’t need our hands or our wands for that.”