Post by BELLATRIX PROSERPINA BLACK on Mar 7, 2014 19:42:38 GMT -8
Diagon Alley was quiet this time of night, Bells mused as she walked along the outside edges of the buildings. She was careful to keep herself in the shadows - not really drawing attention to herself. The only people that were still awake were the struggling drunks that were attempting to find their way home. Bells pulled her hood even further up her face so that she wouldn’t have to look at anyone. It had been a strange request for them to meet here; Bellatrix knew immediately that something was different about tonight...Imagination running wild, she turned the corner and continued her advance down the streets of Knockturn Alley.
Another lesson with her Dark Lord, another chance for her to prove herself worthy of his army...But now she knew something else; she knew that Zeke was still alive. An interesting turn of events she could only assume that Riddle had caught wind of. Surely a secret like that did not Her footsteps slowed against the pavement as Bells looked up at the sign for Borgin and Burkes - Nasty little shop, she remembered coming here with her father when he had things to pick up. She moved across the alleyway, pressing her back to the door that she was supposed to enter on the western most side of the building. Another person passed in front of her and she leaned her head down to hide her face underneath her cloak. When she was certain that they had passed, she touched her fingertips to the handle and slowly pushed the door backwards as she entered into the building.
It smelled rather like musty robes and mothballs in the room and Bells immediately wrinkled her nose. There was dim lighting, just enough that she could make out the shapes of wardrobes around the room. Slowly, her fingertips touched the edges of her hood and she brought it down around her shoulders, exposing her dark hair, “My Lord?” She breathed into the darkness around her. Leaning forward, she eyed the edges of the room where it was darker. Perhaps she was early...or perhaps he was late. Either way, her heart seemed to be slamming into her rib cage with an alarming velocity. What did she have to be nervous about?tag: @riddle
