<div class="floatleft"><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td>(http://i1120.photobucket.com/albums/l498/Nybris/28fdcf6d-d309-4bf6-9906-b7455b5cab6b_zpsd4dvxswe.jpg)</td></tr><tr><td><div align="center"><div class="spoiler_container" style="display: block;"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" style="display: block;">Clothing</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://i1120.photobucket.com/albums/l498/Nybris/IMG_0001_zpsfbnydji6.jpeg)</div></div></div></td></tr></tbody></table></div><strong>Name</strong>: Bellatrix<br/><strong>Location</strong>: Karen Morhen - Mael's bedchamer---> Dining Hall<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>: Mael, Lucrezia, Arlaine, Elias, Conor- Open<br/><hr/><hr/><br/>The look of confusion did not leave her face from the moment he disengaged himself from her suddenly to quite a few minutes after he all but slammed the door behind him, seemingly fleeing from her. Bellatrix stared at the wooden frame in silence, brow furrowed, a bit insulted, and very tempted to go after him and demand an explanation as to what mysterious nerve in particular she struck.<br/><br/>Finishing her braid in the mirror, the sorceress stood before her vanity and, starting at her collarbone, began to create the dress she was going to wear today by working her hands down slowly from breasts down. Constructing through magic black and red fitted lace over a satin dress that stopped just above her knees, the delicate overlap actually reaching the ground around her slender ankles, she dressed herself in the gothic style with dark undertones and promises. With a movement above her face with her fingertips she created the illusion of her amber colored eyes outlined thick with kohl and painted her full lips a deep red. A nod to her stunning reflection had her standing up and going towards the bed once more to slip her bare feet into simple black shoes. While over there her eyes were drawn to the crimson stain now set in the sheets, and knowing already that Mael would be disappointed if he came back and it was still as it was, Bellatrix flicked her wrist and instantly the sheets were clean and drawn up, covered by a thick wool blanket. It didn't sit well with her for him to be irritated at her, and yet couldn't help herself at testing the limits, so as a symbol of truce she conjured a black rose, the long stem covered with thorns, and laid it on his pillow after kissing its silky petals.<br/><br/>Her magical scent was one of roses and caramelized sugar, a natural musk that followed her and was her personal unique identity as all sorceresses have. He would recognize the meaning behind it once he saw it that night.<br/><br/>Satisfied that her business was now done, Bellatrix exited Mael's bedchamber and headed downstairs to where she was greeted by the smells of eggs, meats, and oddly enough....mead. Turning the corner that led to the dining area, she could then see everyone gathered:<br/><br/>Elias was the first she saw; he was a decent friend who was easy to be around and even easier to talk to. Arlaine was the next to reach her vision, her eyes currently looking so obviously besotted with Conor it made Bellatrix giddy with malice. She then saw Conor and Mael next to each other, exchanging simple greetings as if two brothers of old. Lucrezia was off to the side, minding her own business, and walking by Bellatrix tapped her closest friend under her chin in mischief and whispered the following words so close and low only she could hear. "Morning, sister. Let's have some fun, shall we?"<br/><br/>Lucrezia seemed to be the only one in the Lodge who understood the natural insanity Bellatrix dealt with on a daily basis and didn't see it as a threat, but an asset. The other woman, however, was a little more subtle in her ways, fluid, patient, whereas Bellatrix was the impulsive, brash one of the pair, the instigator.<br/><br/>And their roles suited them both well perfectly.<br/><br/>As Bellatrix slowly circled over to the group, she nodded at Elias with a casual smile, brushed passed Arlaine with her chin higher than necessary in a blatant ignore, gently stroked Mael's arm secretly, but when she reached Conor, the act began.<br/><br/>"<strong>Conor, my love!</strong>" She said warmly and sweetly, her arms extended to him in a hug. When he came close in order to return the gesture, Bellatrix cupped the back of his head with her left hand and pulled him in to a deep kiss, her lips<div class="floatright">(https://media.tenor.co/images/f41f856282e29e2eb6d41f16763c202c/raw)</div>immediately opening against his, making it impassioned and conjuring up memories as her right hand rested on his shoulder. Her eyes opened briefly to gaze at Arlaine over Conor's shoulder in a brazen taunt as she locked lips with the man the other woman liked before breaking the kiss just as suddenly as she had started it.<br/><br/>With her forehead and nose still pressed to his, Bellatrix giggled sweetly up to Conor from below on her tiptoes, her hands intertwined with his. "<strong>We have all missed you, I especially, have missed you</strong>." Stepping away, the sorceress dropped his hands then and turned towards the table to sit down. "<strong>Your return could not have been timed more perfectly. Lucrezia?</strong>" She then turned her attention from Conor to her friend in an instant. "<strong>What are you doing today? I will need to be talking to you later..."</strong>