[ SECRET POST #2419 ]

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⌈ Secret Post #2419 ⌋

Warning: Some secrets are NOT worksafe and may contain SPOILERS.

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Notes:

Way early because taking dog to the vet. :c

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[(Anonymous)]

It is a little-known fact that Bellatrix's favorite food was Dried Turkish Apricots. She carried a small bag of them with her always, and would often munch on them during raids. The only time she ever truly drew Voldemort's ire was on a raid taken shortly after her bag of apricots had been stolen. Her distress at so cruel a loss addled her wits and robbed her of concentration. She tried to appeal her punishment, but to no avail; she was told that lack of apricot is not a rational excuse for poor performance.

So it is that on the eve of her imprisonment, Bellatrix was packing a ready supply of Dried Turkish Apricots. When eaten in sufficient quantity, they would produce in her a sort of deranged euphoria, which goes a long way in explaining her obsession with them. It is in this way that she dealt with her ordeal, sneaking the tasty treats out of a special pouch she'd sown in her undergarments during those blessed intervals of respite. Nevertheless, consuming so very many of the delicious mind-altering treats permanently rewired her neural pathways, leaving her a mental mess. The reason for which her insanity could not be dealt with in either text or film, then, is quite obvious: it is patently absurd, and the audience would surely not have bought it.