Rita;
Where: Diagon Alley | The Bar When: Evening, March 30th
Everyone had a role to play in life, that was something Bellatrix had come to learn rather quickly. Leaders, followers, rats, cowards. One by one, they all dropped in line to paint a picture whole. It was almost obvious where Bellatrix would land the very day she was born. Greatness was in her blood. Ambition? Even as a child, she knew her future was going to be extraordinary. Her first taste of power happened at Hogwarts, Slytherins following after the eldest Black sister. The Sacred 28 were apart of her inner circle and those of... less notable families clawed their way to get in. It was exactly how Rita Skeeter fell into Bella’s lap. The blond was hungry to prove herself, and who better to give her an opportunity than a witch like Bellatrix Black? Like a little bird, valuable information was passed from Rita’s lips. In return, she earned a place at the table.
Such meetings weren’t out of the ordinary for Bella, who was always concerned with loose ends. There had been a hunt for Death Eaters ever since the attack in the Ministry, by both Aurors and vigilante groups. While the Dark Lord paid them no mind, Bellatrix refused to overlook such a potential for danger. Underestimation had led to the downfall of many kings. “Rita darling, glad you could make it. People seem to be letting fear get the best of them these days.” An inglenook in a shadier Diagon Alley bar was their meeting place, liquor serving as a guarantee for loose lips. Bellatrix leaned back against her seat, gesturing for the woman to join her. “Is the Prophet treating you well?” She asked, bringing a glass of wine to her lips.
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