Bellatrix tilted her head to the side. She noted that the doll was literally falling apart, she swooned a little bit, she rarely showed emotion for it was a sign of weakness, but she knew that the slave dolls were okay. She smiled down softly at the twitching doll and placed a hand on his porcelain face and set him up right.<br/><br/>Bellatrix peered into his neck and looked at the wires inside. She spoke to herself softly under her breathe, she often talked to herself because of the lack of people to talk to in her castle. She smiled at the doll. "You poor dear. You are quite a wreck but it is fixable." She grabbed his hand softly. Her cold hand touching his, she cracked another smile. "Come." Was all she said before she gently tugged him forward. She walked down a few alleyways and made a few turns and finally came to a tall and dark castle that sat on top of a hill.<br/><br/>Bellatrix opened the double doors. A large ball room was crimson red, accented with black decor. A long and big golden chandelier hung from the ceiling. A double staircase lead to the second floor of the castle. She motioned for him to walk in. "Now, welcome to your new home." She smiled, her fangs still visible. It dawned on her that she didn't know his name. "Oh, pardon me. May I ask your name if you have one?"