Bellatrix paced in her cell, six steps by eight steps, as she had done every day since her incarceration. Back and forth, front and back, walking endlessly. Had she a tail, it would have lashed at the walls in her undying fury.

Every now and again, she tested the bars on the window, the door, forever searching for a way out.

With a gasp of forgotten pain, Bellatrix suddenly dropped to her knees, her head pounding with excitement, feeling the Dark Mark burning with Lord Voldemort's touch. Lifting her head, she bared her teeth and hissed softly, “It has begun.”

mood: amused
audio: O.A.R.