"One Minute" the muggle's voice shouted as the doorbell rang for the second time. Just as the pale, worthless woman was about to open the door however, Bella kicked the door open, after silently casting 'Alohamora'.<br/><br/>"Boo!" She laughed, leaning against the door frame as the pale muggle's eyes lit up with terror. Her visage alone was enough to strike fear into the heart of the feeble filth-stained blood of the plain. Without asking permission she stepped into her house, murder being the underlying tone in her eyes. "Nice house." she remarked with a hiss.<br/><br/>The woman retreated, but Bella pursued her with the same persistence. "What do you want?" she asked. She was old and weak, Bella noted to herself, her teeth baring as her lips curved into a malicious grin. Her rags were those of a peasant, cheap and old, just like her. Bella had overheard her earlier that day using the Dark Lord's name in vain, bragging about her fearlessness, clicking her filthy tongue in gossip, with a misconception of how easily the Dark Lord, or even a Hogwarts first year could snap her fragile, uneducated bones with the flick of a wand.<br/><br/>"Just a friendly visit" Bella hissed, running her finger alone the overly clean mantle-piece in the woman's living room, putting emphasis on her articulation. Excitement glowed in her eyes as she finally turned to the woman who was shivering pathetically under her gaze. Bella snickered. "Rumour has it, that you can...'overpower' the Dark Lord" she said sarcastically.<br/><br/>"N-no! It isn't true!" She said, having realized just who Bella was.<br/><br/>"Of course it isn't dear" Bella comforted her, although she knew that this woman was a very long way from comfortable. "And yet, here I am, to set a few lies in order in the name of the Dark Lord and to assure that your disgusting tongue never moves another muscle..."<br/><br/>And finally, she snapped. The woman turned and tried to run, fear, panic, horror! Delightful for Bella, she loved chasing the weak and manipulating them. Her laugh was loud and roaring as she walked gracefully after the fleeing rat, retrieving her wand out of her cloak and saying simply, with one clear tone; "Cruciatus".<br/><br/>And to her most tolerable amusement, the woman fell and curled up in pain, screeching inaudibly, forced to bend to the power of the Dark Lord. "Tsk Tsk Tsk" she clicked her tongue, stepping ever closer to the crippled form of the woman on the floor at her feet, "Shouldn't have known better. Poor Harriet." Bella watched her writhe and squirm, and had no intention of breaking the curse, but her left forearm began burning with what felt like excitement.<br/><br/>Holding her wand firmly in her right hand, she lifted her arm and saw her mark glow strongly with victory and the smile that was firmly rooted to her face grew even more, if that was possible. She looked down at the meaningless muggle, and sighed. "Seems like we have to postpone our little endeavour"<br/><br/>She released the curse, leaned over her frail body and licked her cheek. "I'll decide what to do with you later" she sneered, getting up and lifting her cloak over her head, with which her mask suddenly appeared and covered her face. With one gigantic swing of her black cloak, her form evaporated into black sulphur as she apparated to the Graveyard where they were to meet, all that remained was the echo of her penetrating cackle.<br/><br/>She appeared in a cloud of black smoke by Tom Riddle's grave, and wandered effortlessly across the path, through the other graves towards the black figures gathered around her most victorious Dark Lord. Overjoyed and shrieking with laughter she joined the festivities, pushing past her fellow Death Eaters to bow before her Lord.<br/><br/>"My Lord." She grinned up at him with a most appraised glance in her face, stepping back and falling into line with the others.