Bellatrix/Mielikki/Valravn/Watcher Of The Woods
Hermione wakes up with a start to a raven croaking loudly in her ear. She shoots up in a panic, and as she starts to look around, she soon realizes that she is in some sort of bedroom. Next to her on a pillow in the grand four poster bed sits a raven. It watches her with curiosity and tilts its head as though it is trying to figure out who this unknown person is.
The room is regal and aristocratic, from the royal blue wallpaper and satin sheets to the furniture with its intricate woodwork. The opposite to Hermione, and she can’t help the feeling of being unworthy. Who is she to have slept in this beautiful room with its luxurious intricacies?
She is pulled from her thoughts as the door opens. The woman from the forest steps through the doorway, heeled boots clicking on the hardwood floor. She walks with calculated steps towards the bed. Her hair is down this time, framing her strong jaw with her cascading curls. She’s wearing all black, a black dress with a plunging neckline and silver details which is singed at the waist with a robust looking leather corset. She is wearing leather armguards and heeled boots.
Her dark eyes pierce right through Hermione.
“My, my, it seems our guest has finally awoken”
The raven next to Hermione caws loudly and takes off only to land on the woman’s shoulder. She looks beautiful. And deadly.
“Who are you?”
The woman tsks and shakes her head.
“Not even a thank you for saving you? How rude! Perhaps I should teach you some manners pet”
In an instant she has taken a hold of Hermione’s jaw, a dagger barely touching her throat. She swallows heavily, they’re so close their noses are almost touching. She finds it hard to concentrate with the woman so close. She smells of cedar wood, smoke, and incense.
“You never answered my question you know”
The woman laughs throatily, sheathing her knife and withdrawing from Hermione. She can’t help feeling a sense of loss as she steps back.
“You have guts, I’ll give you that. To answer your question I have many names depending on who you ask and what you choose to believe. Mielliki, Watcher of the Woods, Valravn, to name a few”
“And if I were to ask you?”
The woman tilts her head and ponders the answer for some time, as though she hasn’t been asked that question in a long time.
“Bellatrix”
Hermione inclines her head.
“Thank you Bellatrix”
A small but genuine smile flickers onto Bellatrix’s face before she quickly rebuilds her façade of uninterest.