<strong><em>Bellatrix Lestrange</em></strong><br/><br/>Ugh. That screaming and moaning and yelling. So much racket and noise. What the hell was going on now? Sitting up in bed, the crazy-haired woman rested an arm against her propped-up leg, growling low as the noises continued. Dark, beedy eyes flickering to the clock, the time it read caused her to scream in anger, grasping the metal object and throwing it at a nearby wall. Her snarled yell was masked by the man that kept crying like a little bitch. She was ready to kill. Staying in Malfoy Manor- what was she thinking? Sure, it was gargantuan and offered many things that she thoroughly enjoyed, but with all the annoying little brats running around, she could never get even a blink of beauty rest.<em>"SHUT THE FUCK UP!"</em>That stupid little girl. That's the cause of it, as usual.<br/><br/>Legs swinging over the side of the bed, the woman's feet hit the cold floor. The black silk that clung to her body barely swayed until a short, matching robe covered her arms, billowing behind furious steps. Through the hall and down the stairs, turning a corner sharply and quickly. The doors to the kitchen flew open and her hand had formed a fist in what little hair the brat had on her head, fiercly pulling her to the hard, marble floor.<br/><br/>"How many fucking time do I have to tell you to be quiet when I am sleeping? It is barely four o'clock in the morning and I do not appreciate, nor will I tolerate, be awoken at this time!" The pitch and volume of her voice rose drastically, face close enough to the girl she had pulled to the floor that her breath would likely fog up the pale skin that matched her fathers.<br/><br/>Bellatrix's fingers moved, head twisting to and fro as she spoke."From now on, when I am sleeping, you do not make a single itsy bitsy, teeny weeny, god damn sound! Or I will kill you." Her voice hit a shriek. "Understand me, brat?!"<br/><br/>Shoving the girl's head venemously to the cold floor she released her grasp. "And Draco, my dear." A voice so soft and sweet only meant trouble as she yanked at his ear, pulling it close to her mouth. "You best heed my words as well. If I catch you making so much as a peep, I will have your pretty little head mounted on your father's wall!" Although the shove given to the boy was not as rough as the other had endured, it would suffice to knock his balance some.<br/><br/>Turning, the woman snatched the cup of tea an elf had been holding up to her, the foul creatures knowing all too well what fate they would meet if they did not treat her properly. A few sugar cubes found themselves in the tea, a surprise considering how bitter the woman usually was, and she drank it, moving towards the opposite door.<br/><br/>"You two best keep quiet, now," she smiled a disgustingly sweet smile before exiting the room and making her way to the parlor. Upon a sofa she sat and sipped the tea, idly staring out the large window. Images of her Lord flashed through the woman's head, images that refused to erase themselves. It was a cruel thing, his death. But it wasn't the first one, so there must be another way to bring him back to her, to raise the Darkest of the Dark once more and return him to his previous valour. Regardless of what they all said, she knew there had to be a way. Refusing to believe it had been the end, Bellatrix searched everywhere for months after his death, killing all who got in her way. No more horcruxes, no clues, no riddles, nothing. But there had to be something, somewhere. She just had to find it and she'd have that man back. The far away look on her face matched the finger that twirled through a curl, slowly, deliberately, as he used to do when she sat beside him, fawning over him, the only man she had truly loved.