Too Shocked for Speech
Theme # 42: Portraits

For a moment, all was quiet. Then Bellatrix turned to him, her eyes burning.

Evan looked down, wordless.

His bedroom. It was immaculate, the kind of room that seems too well-groomed because its occupant is too well-groomed, and the kind of room that smells of roses, and French perfume, and many other things that attract you the way shiny, little objects attract toddlers, even though you can't identify them.

But it was not this, not any of this, that accounted for the shock on Bellatrix's face, or Evan's wildly beating heart.

- It was the portraits.