Coffee and Conversation | Bellatrix & Emma
Lestrange Manor
May 1979
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Morning was not Bellatrix’s happy time of day. The witch much preferred late nights and as such often stayed up late. Though sometimes being up late was not her choice, as her mind often made late night plans with out informing Bellatrix first. As such, she’d lie awake for hours, her mind racing, until at last she’d tear herself from bed and begin pacing the halls like some crazed specter. She was a quiet ghost though, for the voices in her mind were plenty loud. Occasionally, a house elf would appear and attempt to offer their mistress some calming tea or a bit of brandy to help her return to bed only to earn a swift kick and some muttered expletives.
Such was the case the night before. Bellatrix finally retired to bed with the coming of dawn only to be woken with a reminder that she had invited Emma to brunch with her that day. Groaning, she turned over in her large four poster bed. “Coffee!” She screamed, irritably, into her pillow. The crack of an apparating house elf and the smell of a dark roast coffee filled the room suddenly. “What took you so bloody long.” She snapped, sitting up at last. It was time to greet the day.
The elves had done a wonderful job setting up a spread of brunch items, but they’d receive no such compliment when their mistress finally made her way downstairs to the drawing room of the manor. Sitting down heavily in the chair, she snatched another cup of coffee. “Bring me some whiskey.” she shouted, before another crack announced the arrival of one of the house elves. Snatching it from the elf and pouring more than a healthy amount into the cup, she sighed. Why did she do this to herself? She hated hosting after all.
