[ The door is opened in a most unconventional way: blasted off its hinges with a spell, the empty space is left with smoke and, soon the figure of a woman with raven dark hair and heavily lidded eyes. ]
Rodolphus!
[ There is no answer. ]
Rabastan! Crouch!
[ But there is no answer yet again and as the woman steps off the train, she regards her surroundings with nothing short of scorn. Bellatrix Lestrange has never been quite the injured animal type but even when her defences are low, she excels at masking uneasiness with something a little more menacing. Trains, she knows them all too well - seven years of constant trips from home, to Hogwarts, and back, could say a thing or another. Yet she much prefers apparition these days.
She takes a few steps, wand tightly held in her hand and ready to cast a disarming spell (or something just a little worse) at any suspicious onlookers. The station seems to be empty, but that does not ease her any more and she only stops to regard one of the posters identifying this strange location.
It is decidedly outside her area of knowledge and that is a very worrying thing. She was about to... Well. It's not as if the Longbottoms are going anywhere soon.
Completely unaware of the pocket watch that has been recording her voice all along, she steps towards the gates and the city itself. One ought to tread carefully near her; Bellatrix does not take lightly to mockery or threats. ]
Bellatrix Lestrange • Harry Potter
action+accidental audio
[ The door is opened in a most unconventional way: blasted off its hinges with a spell, the empty space is left with smoke and, soon the figure of a woman with raven dark hair and heavily lidded eyes. ]
Rodolphus!
[ There is no answer. ]
Rabastan! Crouch!
[ But there is no answer yet again and as the woman steps off the train, she regards her surroundings with nothing short of scorn. Bellatrix Lestrange has never been quite the injured animal type but even when her defences are low, she excels at masking uneasiness with something a little more menacing. Trains, she knows them all too well - seven years of constant trips from home, to Hogwarts, and back, could say a thing or another. Yet she much prefers apparition these days.
She takes a few steps, wand tightly held in her hand and ready to cast a disarming spell (or something just a little worse) at any suspicious onlookers. The station seems to be empty, but that does not ease her any more and she only stops to regard one of the posters identifying this strange location.
It is decidedly outside her area of knowledge and that is a very worrying thing. She was about to...
Well.
It's not as if the Longbottoms are going anywhere soon.
Completely unaware of the pocket watch that has been recording her voice all along, she steps towards the gates and the city itself. One ought to tread carefully near her; Bellatrix does not take lightly to mockery or threats. ]