Wondering...

Lord Voldemort inhaled, eyes closed, before exhaling and lazily. He could feel something coming, and had been feeling so for a while now. He needed to be more alert and make sure he had eyes and ears everywhere. His eyes snapped open as the a knocking on the door reverberated all throughout the large room. He was in the ball room-like area of the Head Quarters, though at the moment it had a long table in the middle with chairs arranged around it since it is usually used for meetings.

He was rather fond of the balcony he was currently standing on.

With a wave of his wand, the door opened and he turned to the person a long way away from him with a smile. "Miss Bellatrix Black," greeted Voldemort in his smooth hiss of a voice. "A wonderful pleasure to meet you." He began moving away from the balcony and into the room fully.

"Have a seat." He said, gesturing to the plush blood red velvet seats surrounding the dark mahogany table. He sat at the head of it, of course - with his special black leather seat. "Now, how have you been, Miss Black?" He asked conversationally.

Her lord had called her. And she was noone to deny him a visit, especially with how she was starting to feel for him. It was way more than only respect, but obviously she would look prettier with her mouth shut. Wearing some short skirt and a buttoned up shirt, with some nice highheels she made her way to the DE Headquearters.

Once she was there, she knocked the door soundly and waited or it to be open. She didn't have to wait too much and she entered, listening to her lord's voice on the other side of the stance. Respectfully she bowed as he greeted her, and took a seat when he asked her to.

"I've been okay, mylord" she said with another small bow "I'm just curious about why did you call" she wondered.

"I have been hearing good things about you, Bellatrix." Voldemort said, studying her curiously, as if she were some specimen under scrutiny by a Potioneer. He pursed his lips placing his hands on the table and intertwining his fingers together, wand threaded between them and aimed right where she was at, though not intentionally.

"Though I believe that your mission along with the details can wait out a bit, don't you?" He asked her, though by the tone he had said it, he really left no room for argument. "Now tell me, what do you think of what I stand for?" He paused. "Of course, you do know my goal, yes?"

Bellatrix was listening to him closely. She wanted to say something, but she knew it was better to bite her tongue and just keep her eyes on his. She knew that was a treatening action, but she didn't care, she liked watching people in the eyes, and her lord's eyes were especially interesting for her.

When he finally gave her the opportunity to talk she cleared her throat. "I fully agree with you, mylord. I also believe that mudbloods and muggles should be exterminated, killed, dissapeared" she said with a devious laugh biting her lip "And I want to be part of it, master, as active as I can be" she muttered looking at her master again.