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Post by Bellatrix Lestrange on Aug 27, 2009 13:39:58 GMT -5
The Paris Opera house stood brightly among the throngs of people moving this way and that. People just going about their day, not caring for anything around them, only their destination. All the strange things that seemed to happen around the Opera house had desensitized then to the abnormal. So when a bright flash of red light lit up in front of the Foyer doors and deposited a gaunt, darkly dressed woman face first on its steps, they just made their way around her. Widely around her.
At least this one wore a proper dress. Some of the outfits these people had.
Bellatrix stood slowly, dizzily. She snapped her head up and regarded the people around her with a heated, angry, and slightly crazy stare.
Didn't she just die? She could still feel the adrenalin pumping through her veins from fighting when she felt a sharp pain in her chest. She was certain that she had just died. Bellatrix felt around her robe and produced her wand, which she held out in front of her with nimble fingers. At least she still had her wand. But... she had fallen flat on the hard ground. What if it had gotten damaged.
Bellatrix smiled evily at the weapon in her hand. Only one way to find out...
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