Grab Bag: What If?

[madblackblood.livejournal.com]

[Bellatrix is sitting in what might be recognizable as the Lestrange Manor -- in her usual timeline, it's been boarded up since its owners' incarceration, but here it looks well-cared for and lived in.

Bellatrix is lounging in an armchair, drinking wine even though it appears to be early afternoon. She seems very different -- in some ways, she looks almost younger. Her hair is better kept and her eyes are less wild and manic. She looks like someone who's been very careful about their appearance for a long while.

She drains her wineglass while flipping idly through parchment containing news and letters when a small child, maybe around five or six, runs over to her and stares at her for a moment.]

Mama?

[She doesn't look at him, though her eyes narrow a tiny bit.] Not now, dear.

Mama, will Father be home soon? He said he'd only be away for a week this time.

[Bellatrix makes a short, scoffing noise before finishing off the wine.] He'll be home whenever he chooses to be. Merlin knows we can't make him keep his word. [She looks down at him for a moment, her expression less irritated than a second ago.] Go play with your sister for a little while. Mama is busy with some things.

[The child nods before running off without a word, seeming trained to obey. As soon as he's out of sight. Bellatrix pours herself another glass of wine, nearly to the brim of the glass, and drinks it all in one swoop.]

((What If: Voldemort was defeated early in his campaign and Bellatrix was, instead of a Death Eater, a bitter alcoholic wreck of a housewife? 8D))

Comments

[treatinferiors.livejournal.com]

Cousin?

[madblackblood.livejournal.com]

Regulus? [She peers at the book she uses for accessing the community.]

Ah, hello there, cousin.

[treatinferiors.livejournal.com]

Yes, it's me. You seem... out of sorts. Is something the matter?

[madblackblood.livejournal.com]

Nothing's the matter. I'm simply dealing with our latest owls while Rodolphus is away. [She takes another swig of wine at that.]

[treatinferiors.livejournal.com]

That seems... unlike you. But I'll not bother you, if you're sure.

[madblackblood.livejournal.com]

How so? Someone's got to, and I'm not letting the damned elves do it.

[a-pretty-fire.livejournal.com]

They broke you as well.

[madblackblood.livejournal.com]

What are you talking about?

[a-pretty-fire.livejournal.com]

You're all dull.

[madblackblood.livejournal.com]

I'm answering letters. I'm aware it's not exciting, but it's got to get done by someone.

[a-pretty-fire.livejournal.com]

No, no, not the letters. Where did the fire go? You've lost your snap!

[madblackblood.livejournal.com]

What fire? What are you talking about?

[a-pretty-fire.livejournal.com]

The fire that used to burn inside you.

[mistlyohdomo.livejournal.com]

[It's a mama, it's a mama~ Mamas are fun to talk to :D :D]

Hi.

[madblackblood.livejournal.com]

[lmao oh you poor child you know not who you speak to]

...hello.

[mistlyohdomo.livejournal.com]

[Innocent is as innocent does...]

Is that your baby?