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Post by Bellatrix Lestrange on Dec 13, 2006 2:10:51 GMT -5
Bellatrix laid crumpled on the floor of her dirty cell. The walls were bare stone, as was the floor. The small cot against the wall was discolored from age and barely any more comfortable than the floor itself. Bella could hear the clicking of shoes in the hallway just outside her door. She lifted her head to look through the small bared window in the wooden door. The figure just passed by, not bothering to give her a passing glance. "Filthy blood traitor" Bella mummbled to herself.
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