Although her father had forbidden her from entering without his explicit permission, Bellatrix could not contain her curiosity.

She turned the handle carefully and slithered into the room. It was warm but uninviting. A stack of documents, rolls of parchment, carefully placed quills, and various inkwells of different colors and sizes cluttered his desk.

Carefully, she sleuthed through his belongings before she'd found his wand.

It had ornate decorations etched into the dark, wood. Bellatrix wondered if she could wield it. She never got the chance; her mother had dragged her out of the room before she could experiment further.

▼ n i n e t e e n ▲ : curiouser and curiouser.