A/N: Written for the "Food" challenge at the Bellatrix Lestrange forum.

They sit at opposite ends of the long table, the silence only broken by the clink of silver. It occurs to him that they used to talk. He clutches his glass of wine.

"Bellatrix." She looks up, as if drawn from a dream.

Rodolphous doesn't mean to say it, but it comes out anyway. "Where were you last night?"

She laughes and leans back in her chair, cradling the crystal glass of wine in her hand.

"I was with him," she says simply.

Anger rushes through him, white-hot and searing. "You--"

The glass falls to the floor and shatters into pieces.