Hello again!!!!!

[Donovan Riddle]

In all honesty, Donovan had no idea if Bellatrix's old rooms had been taken. Donovan had taken his father's rooms, the rest of the rooms in the manner had been free roam to the rest of his Death Eaters. It wasn't Donovan's responsibility to be their host, so Donovan shook his head with a 'who's knows' face. "If it's unoccupied, then I guess feel free. Or move the belongings." Donovan would let whomever occupied said room deal with Bellatrix taking over.

"I'll leave it to you to figure out when and how you'll train them then." Donovan moved his wand to his side, he didn't turn his body to follow her movements, but he turned his head. "I take it you'll be able to figure out whom the lower ranks are. Sylvanna, she's my right hand at the moment, if you can't find me and you want information. Talk to her." Donovan spoke bluntly of the Hogwarts Professor.

"If I loose Death Eaters because you can't control yourself, you'll have to find somewhere else to go. If you have any itota of respect for my father, your former Lord, you'll respect whom he left in charge in his passing dear Aunt." Donovan didn't really use his father's name as a blood right, but his father could have linked his magic anywhere he wanted. He choose blood magic. He choose to teach Donovan. Donovan didn't see why he shouldn't use that to his advantage.

[Bellatrix Black]

"Rookies, meeting place is here in an hour, don't be late."

Bellatrix walked up the stairs toward the guest rooms.
Cute how the boy hadn't understood, or pretended to not understand, her slur about the master bedroom- the room Donovan was no doubt occupying.
His father had seemingly had a thing for the Black sisters.
Hm...might be a good thing Donovan hadn't understood what she had been implying. It could have led to questions, such as why did Narcissa produced the Dark Lord's offspring and Bellatrix didn't, even though she spent much more time with the man.
Questions she knew the answers to only too well, but kept them locked deep inside herself, since letting them surface caused pain, and not the good kind of pain. She hated it when that happened. Like now.

She stormed into an obviously unoccupied bedroom, looked quickly around, spotted an armchair by the window, drew her wand and yelled:" CONFRINGO!"
The chair burst into a ball of flames immediately. Bellatrix let it burn for a moment before extinguishing the fire with a blink of her eye.

That had dulled the sharp pain inside her, but barely so. A good, long torture, where she could inflict the pain on someone else would be so much better. Well, Donovan would let her play, eventually. First, she had to give hom a reason to trust her.