Even with the fireplace lit, the common room held no warmth.

Bellatrix stood, stone-faced and defiant, in front of one obnoxious Rodolphus Lestrange. "You misunderstand me," he started. She scoffed, even motioned her hands dramatically, but remained silent.

"I don't understand how you can be so upset. You told me that I was free to do as I pleased."

Her response came in the form of a derisive snort. In turn, Rodolphus sighed and sat down in an armchair.

"Enough. I'm tired of your games."

Bellatrix walked away, determined to continue her silent treatment for as long as she could.

▼ t h i r t y - t w o ▲ : our days are numbered.