5She kept running, through dark unknown alleyways, trying to get as far away from the house as possible, never stopping to draw breath. Once it became apparent that her oxygen level was becoming quite low, Bellatrix stopped, hunched over, breathing quick, short, desperate breaths, trying to regain her composure. Her eyes seemed to burn from where they had met the green, emerald eyes previously, her heart beating much faster than it should have been. "It was as if he saw into my soul." she thought, before reassuring herself that Muggles cannot do that, she wasn't even aware of many wizards who could do that. She wasn't sure why this man, a stranger, had affected her so much. She was not scared of him, Bellatrix was not afraid of anything, at least nothing that she would admit to, yet she had never felt like this before.
Bellatrix remained in her somewhat shocked state for a while, then apparated back to her current home, to what appeared like a small, basic flat on the outside, which had in fact been enlarged inside using various charms, but it was not a particularly desirable home. She, of course, lived alone, and she was the only one who had been inside the house, she didn't think that Narcissa would be particularly impressed with it, considering the home that they had grown up in and her current home were both substantially larger and much more extravagant, and for obvious reasons she couldn't invite Andromeda, nor did she have any overwhelming desire for anyone else to visit her. Although having been brought up with them, Bellatrix didn't have any particular want, or need, for house elves, due to the fact that she lived alone and there was not that much for a house elf to do, it would just be a waste time and responsibility. The house was decorated simply yet elegantly, the theme being dark colours, of course, but the different tones of colour complimented each other well, and Bellatrix felt content with it. It was not her dream home, and at times she felt lonely sat by herself, but it suited her for the time being, she would much rather live alone in her quaint flat than suffocate in the overwhelming Black mansion that had been her home as a child.
Laying on her bed, staring at the ceiling, Bellatrix ran through the events of the night in her head. She felt ashamed that she had been caught, and hadn't even thought about obliviating the man, as now he knew that she existed, and had spied on him for some period of time. Sighing, she closed her eyes and tried to picture the man in her head. "He was quite attractive." she thought, then she remembered what he was wearing, "I wonder what we works as, Muggle jobs must be different to ours." She continued her thoughts for a while after, soon falling asleep, exhausted from the day's events.
Daniel on the other hand, was not relaxed. Worried about the strange woman who had been watching him, he was on full alert. He was curious for many reasons, one being as to why the woman was looking at him, another as to why she ran away, and who she was. He had to admit that she was a beautiful woman, with long, dark, flowing curly hair, but what captivated him the most were her eyes. Dark pools of onyx, framed by heavy eyelids, adding an edge of curiosity and wonder around her, he wanted to know more about her. Her name, who she was, why she came to his house, why she ran away.
Staying up for as long as possible, making sure that if she came back, he would see her, he stayed awake for as long as possible, sitting on the sofa that faced the front window. Slowly, his eyes began to close, and he slipped into a dreamless sleep.
The next morning as Bellatrix awoke, her head remained full of thoughts of the man from the night before, and she couldn't work out why every time she thought of his eyes, her stomach would fill with butterflies.
"Focus Bella," she said to herself, "You can't let this man affect you in such a way, it was a mistake, people make mistakes, forget about him."
But she couldn't. So, the following evening, Bellatrix returned to the same street, on the outskirts of London, to the same house, and sat on the bus stop shelter bench, waiting for the man to come into the front room again. Little did she realise, that the same man was sitting on the other end of the bench, waiting for the right moment to question her.
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