Bellatrix skipped down the halls of the manor towards Lyra’s room, in search of a little extra something to add a pop to her look for the evening’s meeting. She wasn’t sure if Lyra was home or not, but didn’t really care either way. It was understood between them that Bellatrix often “borrowed” things from her daughter without asking, and helped herself to her bedroom, wardrobe and belongings whenever she wanted. Bella had seen Lyra wearing a necklace earlier that week with a small silver snake pendant with red jewels. She wanted it.
Upon opening the door to Lyra’s room though, Bellatrix subjected herself to something she never wanted to see, her daughter engaged in horrendous acts with Antonin Dolohov. Bella’s first thought was to simply close the door, leave and grill Lyra for it later. But instead, she decided to make everybody involved very uncomfortable and make her presence known.
Swiping her wand in their direction, Bella made Dolohov jump and yelp and pain, whatever she did. “You’re digging your grave, Dolohov, fucking my daughter under our family’s roof. And you my dear,” she began, pointing her wand at Lyra. “Are an absolute disgrace. This is what’s important to you, still. That much is abundantly clear.” Bella then casually walked up to Lyra’s jewelry stash and picked out the necklace she’d originally came for, fastening it up and giving it a thorough look over in the mirror. All while the two looked at her in horror. “You disgust me, but the more you continue to, the more I expect it.” She shrugged. “The less I care about you.” With that, she made her exit knowing well these words would sting far greater than any curse she could have uttered.
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