Bast glanced at Alphonse, studying him for a moment and trying to place him in his memory. Given that his memory had more holes than swiss cheese, it was quite a job.
"Erm... you're Draco, right? Narcissa's boy?"
When Lust spoke to him, Rabastan's attention went back to her quickly. After all, she was the true Bellatrix, not some other person who just acted a little like her.
"Bella!" he crowed again happily, restraining himself (for the moment) from full out snuggling against her. It was Bellatrix! Sure, she looked a little different, but the Dark Lord probably helped her some. Her denial of being the woman Bast assumed she was went ignored easily. Reality was a subjective thing for Bast.
"I found you! I thought I wouldn't, and here you are! You look so pretty too! Did the Dark Lord do that? You always was his favourite. After all, you are the only woman in the Death Eaters, and even Lucky is a little scared of you. Where have you been? How did we get here? Where's Rodolphus? Why is Draco here with you? I bet Narcissa is going to be furious that he's not at home!"
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"Erm... you're Draco, right? Narcissa's boy?"
When Lust spoke to him, Rabastan's attention went back to her quickly. After all, she was the true Bellatrix, not some other person who just acted a little like her.
"Bella!" he crowed again happily, restraining himself (for the moment) from full out snuggling against her. It was Bellatrix! Sure, she looked a little different, but the Dark Lord probably helped her some. Her denial of being the woman Bast assumed she was went ignored easily. Reality was a subjective thing for Bast.
"I found you! I thought I wouldn't, and here you are! You look so pretty too! Did the Dark Lord do that? You always was his favourite. After all, you are the only woman in the Death Eaters, and even Lucky is a little scared of you. Where have you been? How did we get here? Where's Rodolphus? Why is Draco here with you? I bet Narcissa is going to be furious that he's not at home!"