Jamie woke to a knock the next day. Her eyes snapped open as Bellatrix entered the room, a familiar smirk on her pale face. Jamie's eyes narrowed as she sat up in bed, folding her arms stiffly over her chest.
"Yes?" She asked coldly.
She saw Bellatrix's mouth falter a bit from its ugly expression. It made Jamie internally smile to know that she could stir fear into her father's followers.
"The Dark Lord will be away for the next few days, he asked Lucius to take you into town tonight, as a sort of reward." Bellatrix said, her gaze becoming malicious as she hinted at the William's death during the previous night.
Jamie's gut gave an unpleasant lurch as she remembered the night's events. Bellatrix's smirked widened into a smile as she saw Jamie's discomfort.
She turned towards the door once again.
"Lucius will be waiting for you in the entrance at 8." She said curtly, walking out the door; Jamie noticed that she left it open; giving Jamie silent permission to wander around the mansion and grounds... or as far as the bracelet would let her. Jamie sighed and ran a hand through her hair, jumping out of the bed. She decided that a long shower was what she wanted most right now. She padded towards the bathroom. Half an hour later, feeling cleaner.. at least on the outside. She had scrubbed herself raw, hoping that some of her memories might fall away with the soap and warm water, but she was unsuccessful. Jamie toweled off her hair as she looked in the wardrobe. She had a choice of black robes or... black robes. Letting out a sigh, Jamie threw the wet towel onto the bed and stepped into a set of them.
Jamie spent the majority of the day avoiding as much contact with death eaters as she could which was a feat in itself, considering the house was swarming with them. She ended up settling down in the library, hoping to find a book that might help her get the bracelet off, just in case she ever got the chance. She found a book on cursed objects, and settled into a chair facing towards a large window where the bright light was pouring in. Jamie stared out into the lawn beyond the glass, wondering what the date was exactly. How long had she been missing for? The snow had melted away, and the grass was beginning to turn a shade of green. Jamie tried in vain to count the days, but they blended together, especially in the places where she couldn't get out of bed. Thinking of those horrible days made Jamie shudder. She opened the book and settled into the chair, hoping to distract herself.
She had gotten through the section of strange attraction to objects with no success, when she heard a set of footsteps come into the room. Jamie shrunk down into the seat, hoping that they would leave soon. She heard the footsteps draw level with her chair, only a few feet away from herself. Jamie couldn't help looking up. She gazed at the death eater with mingled shock and horror.
"Snape?" She hissed, jumping up and knocking the book she was reading to the floor. The man jumped back in surprise, drawing his wand and pointing it at her. They stared at each other for a moment; Jamie's eyes narrowed dangerously, as Snape's widened in recognition.
"Anna." He said, stowing his wand in his robe. Jamie walked forward, quickly closing the gap between them and slapped him hard across the face.
He gave a small gasp of surprise, a hand extended up towards the place she had struck him. Jamie stepped towards the door, disgusted by the man that she had trusted... that her family had trusted... that Dumbledore had trusted. She felt a hand grab her wrist and jerk her back. She swirled to face the man again, raising her free hand up to strike him again, but he grabbed that one as well.
"We trusted you!" She spat at him, looking at him with all the malice she had. He shrank back slightly, but recovered a moment later, raising his eyebrow at her.
