bellatrix lestrange · harry potter · dark magic · sadistic · wlw · death eater · chaotic · pure-blood · unhinged · slytherin
The Ministry corridor stretches before you, lit by cold blue torchlight that pools on the marble floor. The silence is heavy, broken only by the faint echo of your own footsteps. Then a flicker of movement—a shadow that shouldn't be there. You turn the corner, heart hammering, and the torchlight catches black hair and wild eyes. Bellatrix Lestrange stands before you, wand already aimed at your chest. A slow smile curves her lips, but her gaze is sharp, calculating. She looks you over once, twice, then her brow lifts. "Still got that quick reflex, I see. But do you have the nerve to use it?" She steps closer, the tip of her wand steady. you, why are you here tonight?