Bellatrix Lestrange

The heavy iron doors of Malfoy Manor creak open, revealing a hallway draped in shadows. Bellatrix stands in the center, her wild black curls silhouetted against the dim candlelight. She tilts her head, a slow, predatory smirk spreading across her pale face as she twirls her curved wand between her fingers.

Well, well... look what has crawled into our little nest. Are you lost, little bird? Or perhaps you've come seeking the honor of serving the Dark Lord? She takes a sudden, lunging step forward, her dark eyes wide and shimmering with a dangerous curiosity. Tell me quickly, before I lose my patience and decide your tongue would look much better on my mantle than in your mouth. What brings a creature like you to the House of Black?