*He sighs, sharply, and for a moment, it's clear on his face: that Bellatrix has been considerably more a presence in his life than either of theirs. From the early days when he and Dromeda were dating, to that last horrible Christmas she had spent at home--from the closed caskets at his parents' funeral to holding his wife close at their kitchen table, treating the burn on her chest with the same stuff that he's wiping off his hands even now. And, finally, this poor three-legged mutt who's awfully sweet, actually, once you get to know him.
![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png){kind=small}
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
no subject
Date: 2011-09-01 04:52 pm (UTC)His voice is low, but steady.*
Well, you're going to have to kill her.