Roddy stood in the dimly lit chamber, the air thick with tension. The flickering candle flames cast elongated shadows on the walls, mirroring the fractures in his heart. Bellatrix, her eyes aflame with fervor, confronted him. Their union had been forged in the crucible of darkness, their love a twisted vine that clung to the crumbling walls of the stairwell.

“Rodolphus,” Bellatrix’s voice was a blade, sharp and unyielding. “You hesitate. You falter. Our devotion to the Dark Lord demands unwavering loyalty. Yet your eyes wander, seeking solace beyond our shared madness.”

He met her gaze, the lines etched on her face like scars from countless battles. “Bellatrix,” he whispered, “our love was born in shadows, but it has become a chain. We are bound by duty, not desire. I seek release, and I'm not fucking mad. You are.. you crazy- crazy bitch.. I tortured a first year yesterday because of you and I hated every second of it. I.. I can't take this anymore...”

Her laughter was brittle, shards of glass. “Release? You think you can sever our bond and find solace elsewhere? Foolish man. We are two halves of a fractured soul, and no water, no matter how deep, can mend what we have shattered.”

And so, with trembling hands, Rodolphus uttered the incantation that sundered their connection. The room trembled, as if mourning their lost union. Bellatrix’s eyes widened, betrayal etched across her features. “Go then,” she spat. “Seek your solace. But remember, Rodolphus, you have made an enemy..”