Late Wednesday evening, your mark beings throbbing. Not an angry painful summoning, but the Dark Lord attempting to get your attention, nonetheless.

Bellatrix immediately feels the slight throb and a grin spreads over her features. Quickly she apparates and appears infront of you. She bows down to you the second she arrives. "You summoned Master...?"

Voldemort is reclining in a plushly stuffed chair. A small smirking smile marrs his features as you appear, and bow. "Just making sure you came promptly...." His voice only slightly edged with insanity.

Trix lifts her head slightly, just peering up at you, her grin melting into a devious smirk. "You have no need to ever doubt me, Master..." she replies in a low and calm tone.

"So I see.." Sneering as he says it and leaning back further into the chair to watch you for a moment. "I have been punishing your fellow followers this evening...."

Her smirk widens. "The undeserving bastards should be punished for their disloyalty to you, Master... " her eyes are focused upon you, her tone still low with a hint of seduction in her expression and voice.

"Oh yes, they should." He practically hisses, eyes on yours, then he snorts in laughter. "You may stand."

"Yes Master.." she says with a curt nod and slowly stands. Clentching her hands together in front of her, she never lets her eyes leave you for a moment. "Is there anything I can do for you this evening?"

He considers you for a moment, sneer never leaving his face, and then rises from the chair, towering over you. "Is there anything you would like to do for me this evening, Bellatrix?"

Trix looks up to you as that devious smirk reappears over her lips so very slowly. "There are many things I would like to do for you Master, but it is your decisions that only count if you want me.... " she runs the tip of her tongue over her bottom lip and then continues, "... to do anything."

At that Voldemort cackles in laughter, one hand reaching to trail harsh and almost violently thru your hair. "Such a good follower, you are... "

Trix smiles to you, taking the slight pain that comes as you run your fingers roughly through her hair. "I try to do all that I can for you... "

Voldemort tangles his fingers in her hair, hand fisting, and leans her head back to meet his eyes slowly - certainly painfully. "Have you any news for me, then? Anything useful?"

Bellatrix feels the twinge of pain in her head and neck as you lean her head back to look up at you. Though, she shows no sign of being bothered by it. "I've been intercepting owls... to see if the Potter boy was trying to contact anyone... "

Something like glee flashes in his eyes and he smiles a large - terribly happy smile. "Has there been anything?" The question too quick and the tone too uncontrolled to hide that underlying insanity.

She swallows hard, "n-no Master... he nor any other of his friends have been owling eachother... I'm sorry Master... " she almost sounds as though she's pleading with you.

The terrible smile fades and is replaced with a quick rage as he pushes you away, letting go of your hair painfully. "DAMNED BOY! He has to be talking to his mudblood friends somehow!"

Bellatrix stumbles backward, letting out a slight yelp as she grabs onto the back of her head, but quickly regains her composure. "Master... Master, I will try harder, I'll - I'll continue to intercept the owls..." She offers a hopeful smile, "the Order must be owling him or eachother... I'm bound to find an owl from them!"

Voldemort turns and glares at you. "SEE THAT YOU DO!" Then, stops, thinking and his eyes narrowing. "What about that muggle thing... that thing you're supposed to be using...."

Bellatrix is now leaning her back up against the wall, her hands flat against it on either side of her. "I've been using it... I read that there are ways you... break into... someone else's... muggle thing.. "

At that he pauses, sneering smile spreading again as he steps close to you, pressing you harder against the wall. "You will figure this out... you will learn."

Bellatrix nods, feeling your presser force her harder up against the wall and she can't help but feel a little excited by it. Though, she focuses on the matter at hand and nods to you, her eyes darting back and forth between your's, "yes Master.. and I will continuously try to do it with my own muggle device... "

He nods shortly, still seething, and hisses. "See that you do." Then steps away - turning his back to you. "Out of my presence now, Bellatrix. Until you have something usefull."

Trix hangs her head, feeling horrible that she has betrayed you. "I'm sorry Master... " She then suddenly apparates out of the room.