[Bellatrix always underestimates how long it takes to get from one place to another without magic, and thus arrives in the coffee shop ten minutes late. Her clothing is more inconspicuous than what she usually wears -- this isn't a night for theatrics. Or perhaps it was just too cold for her usual leather dress ensemble.
She scans the room, her eyes landing on a woman that is undoubtedly Lust. As she makes her way towards her, she can't help but think about what exactly she's doing, and with whom. Bella somehow knows that Lust isn't a Muggle -- there is a certain air about her -- but she's aware that she's placing a stupid amount of trust in the woman. She doesn't have her magic, and who knows what Lust can do? But really, she's always been reckless and she isn't about to stop now. And the night will be interesting, to say the least. She's tortured and killed without magic before, but this would be the first time she's doing it out of necessity. Because the occasional murder is totally necessary.
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She scans the room, her eyes landing on a woman that is undoubtedly Lust. As she makes her way towards her, she can't help but think about what exactly she's doing, and with whom. Bella somehow knows that Lust isn't a Muggle -- there is a certain air about her -- but she's aware that she's placing a stupid amount of trust in the woman. She doesn't have her magic, and who knows what Lust can do? But really, she's always been reckless and she isn't about to stop now. And the night will be interesting, to say the least. She's tortured and killed without magic before, but this would be the first time she's doing it out of necessity. Because the occasional murder is totally necessary.
She stops in front of Lust, a smirk on her face.]
Lust, I presume?