Song of this chapter :
Swan lake - Tchaikovsky
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Black Manor, London , 1969My eyes slowly opened. The light from the window dazzled me from the start as the chambermaids opened the curtains wider.
I stretched wearily, still a little tired from my evening yesterday. My thoughts automatically returned to Bellatrix's smirk and predatory grins and her scent of roses, patchouli and the intoxicating smell of wood fire.
I turned to the chambermaids who were starting to put away my clothes from the night before which I had thrown nonchalantly at the foot of my bed.
"What time is it? Hope you didn't wake me up too early. "
One of the maids approached me and put a tray with my breakfast on the side of my bed. A rose on the tray caught my eye. A beautiful red rose which ,despite its sharp thorns, had an incredible attraction on me. She reminds me of Bellatrix in a way.
"Miss Bellatrix told us to wake you up at 10am, Miss. Supposedly you would need a rest since you had gone to bed quite late. "
I looked at my confused maid. Confused by the orders she had just repeated to me. Bellatrix cares about my well-being?
" Miss Bellatrix also ordered you to bring a tray with your breakfast, a rose from the garden and a note that she asked me to give to you."
The woman handed me a small piece of paper, folded in half. I grabbed the little note and read it eagerly, my eyes quickly scanning the three words listed. Bellatrix's handwriting was neat and legible, write with beautiful ink, yet I reread it several times to make sure I didn't get it wrong.
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The lovers of chaos
Fanfiction"Bellatrix observed me intently; I sensed her penetrating gaze before she vanished into the shadowy corridors of Black Manor. "I love you..." I murmured in a hushed tone, the words more a soliloquy than a declaration meant for her. Yet, I am acutely...