𝖉𝖊𝖆𝖙𝖍𝖑𝖊𝖘𝖘 .

Bellatrix Cygna Lestrange i asked her: how do you kill a king she laughed, who still believes in kings

[adbellatrixs]

OPEN;

Where: The Big Game | Private Boxes When: Before the Game... 12pm

Falmouth Falcons, Ballycastle Bats... these childish games never interested Bellatrix Lestrange, insouciance coloring each sharp feature as the woman she made her way to the private boxes. As she saw it, the only thing to gain by winning the cup was evanescent fame... Fickle in nature. Come this time next year, there would be new heroes and the old would fade into memory. 

Despite what she thought personally, she was still in attendance- a blood red dress hugging her frame. Cygnus Black had always been adamant about being seen at public events. Especially when you were able to purchase the most expensive seats in the stadium. Rubbing elbows with team owners, chatting with ministry members and society greats, building a good alibi. Now that was where the true value was. Bellatrix had just picked up another flute of champagne, bringing it to her lips before she caught sight of a familiar face. “Now if I was to place a galleon as a bet... who would have the better odds?”

[katieskeep]

M e r l i n c a s t f e s t : E&E week Day 30: Favourite Cast Member (Not Including the Main 4)

[poonyo]

You do know what I’m talking about, don’t you? You knew before I did. Atonement, Dir. Joe Wright

[adbellatrixs]

jonastravers‌:

Travers smirked at her comparison - they were always the same, Bellatrix and himself. Ruthless, cunning, patient. They knew that it took great restraint to wait for the correct time to strike, but when that time came, restraint no longer had a place there. The waiting was becoming tedious, his patience waning thin, but that look in her eyes, the look that told him something big was coming for them all, kept him sated. “We’d finally get some fucking work done, if there were more of them like us,” he chuckled, an uncharacteristically light sound coming from his chest. “But, fuck, I’m failing to see any potential in our younger recruits.” Travers leaned forward, rest his forearms on his kness, trying to stretch closer as if someone could overhear, as if this planning was for their ears only. “He’s a traitor to them, he could be a traitor to us,” he mused in agreement. “Never trust a fucking rat, but if we do, and he doesn’t betray us…” A sick grin twisted his lips as he imagined the chaos that would ensue if the little Potter boy was stolen away successfully. “So, we trust him enough to be able blackmail him later. Sometimes I do wonder why you aren’t running the whole place.” Whenever she spared it to him, he savored her touch. How different things would be, how much better things could have been, if only…His eyes shut for a moment, only a long blink to those who didn’t know him. “I’ll leave you then,” although he wished he didn’t have to.

“You’re right to have reservations, the majority of our ranks are not ready...” There were those that thrived in war and chaos, those who knew how to take control. Yet, the army they had built was beginning to look like a fest of cowards and idiots. A cause was only as strong as those that supported it, and history had shown how regimes could fall if backed by fools...all these loose ends needed to be tied. If not for the survival of their movement, then for all the risks Bellatrix had taken to get here. Forgone happiness for status, a sealed fate of damnation for the souls she’d stolen too soon, an engagement lost...  She hadn’t heard him laugh in a very long time, her own lips pulling upwards into a smirk at the sound. “However, this I know to be true: once you apply pressure on someone, people either break or change to fit the mold... give me time to sort through our sift, and I will find those that are capable.” The words were uttered with a quiet confidence, as if they could be willed into being. With her undivided attention on him, Bellatrix smiled. There had been a time where their future had nearly intertwined until fate broke it all apart: either out of cruelty or fear of what a union like that could do. And moments like these certainly served as a reminder of that almost. “I prefer my traitors to be on a leash...” She said simply. “As for leading, well you and I both know anything can happen- I’ll do whatever duty is required of me.”  Her fingers lingered, soft and gentle for another beat before she pulled away. “You’re one of the very few people I trust, Jonas... remember that as you go.” 

[adbellatrixs]

barty-jrouch‌:

“Mrs. Lestrange,” he nodded his head in acknowledgment. It almost looked like a bow of reverence. That wouldn’t be too far of a stretch. Barty knew the position both Bellatrix and Rodolphus held in the Dark Lord’s court. For that alone, Barty had the utmost respect for both of them. There was little that he wouldn’t do to earn their respect. “I wasn’t,” he flashed a polite smile. “That would be beneath me.” He turned towards the people who were gossiping about his father. No doubt their attention would be on him again as he was joined by someone who was clearly important. More important than they can ever attain to be. “If anything, I wish they amused themselves by talking about my family’s affairs.”

He reverted his attention back to Bellatrix. “Do you have any business here, my lady? Do you need anything from me?”

“Of course-” Turbulent times like these had put nearly everyone on edge, including those within their organization. And while she had recovered from the easter day festivities, her mind was plagued with doubt. Their ranks, as they were now, were disorganized. Sloppy. How many Amycus Carrows were hidden behind their Death Eater masks? How many liabilities did they have? Bellatrix was determined to find their cancerous branches and rip them out.“I’d learn to pay the gossip no mind, the strong do not concern themselves with the opinions of the weak.” The words left her lips, cold and harsh as her eyes fell on the nearby couple. “I do... however my appointment doesn’t begin for another thirty minutes.” She returned her gaze to Barty. “It’s actually rather fortuitous that you’re here, I do hate wasting precious time waiting on others. There’s something I’d like to discuss with you in private, join me.” With a room leased for her meeting with the wolves, Bellatrix motioned to the younger man to follow her movement. 

[ofevcns]

who: @adbellatrixs

The morning had been an eventful one, especially because the peacocks had gotten out of their cages. Narcissa had hoped for a relaxing weekend, one that was full of tea and lounging in the sunroom, but of course life had other plans. She was supposed to have Bellatrix over for tea, but now the two sisters stood in the peacocks’ room, looking for the creatures who liked to blend in with the greenery. “Truly, I owe you one,” she sighed, as she bent to send a house elf in a certain direction. “Lucius would have come to help but he’s wrapped up in some business transaction…” A hand flew to her head and she couldn’t help but laugh at the ridiculousness of the situation. “You know, when I was getting married I really didn’t think about the fact that I would also have to look after the peacocks too.”

[adbellatrixs]

Opulent luxury. The majority of the Sacred 28 did what they could to put on a display: the sprawling mansions and grounds, fine tailored robes, rare beasts caged for their delight... Excess, it seemed, was something ran in the blood. Such was the case with Lucius and Narcissa’s peacocks, the animal intent on evading any sort of contact with the Black sisters as they looked for it. “I would pay a pretty galleon to see your husband running around trying to catch these birds.” She replied with a grin, the very image of the image pushing her to let out a laugh. Ever since the death of Harry Potter, Bellatrix had been keeping a closer eye on her sister. After all, the murder had occurred in her home, and she had a son around the same age. That had to hit some kind of vein. “This is why the only creature I keep at home is my husband...” She nodded, pushing past some of the flora that stood in their way. “If we had peacocks, they’d most certainly die within a week, so I do commend you for having them.” 

[antigonick]

KLYTAIMNESTRA : Don’t squawk at me. I am not some witless female. I am fearless and you know it. Whether you praise or blame me I don’t care.

Aiskhylos, Agamemnon (tr. by Anne Carson)

[adbellatrixs]

jonastravers‌:

“He should hope they kill him so we don’t get the chance to - I doubt we’d be as kind as those sappy others.” The Order of the Phoenix. What a ridiculous name, come from an even more ridiculous man. He had heard of Dumbledore from the Dark Lord and others, but had never spoken to him himself, due to his tenure at Durmstrang rather than Hogwarts. And he was glad for it. Attending a school run by that fool was sure to have been a waste of formative years. No wonder these younger members were such idiots, to have been taught by such a man. “You say depraved,” he drawled, matching her smirk, “I say strategic. We should bother holding anything back, especially not for any sentiments.” A child - yes, what a perfect bargaining chip. The Potters would do anything to get him back, but the more he thought and planned, it became clear that the end of this scheme would not end with a happy reunion once the Dark Lord was involved. It made him pleased to be plotting in the company of Bellatrix - there would be no scolding from her, instead only encouragement and collaboration. Perhaps the two of them together would be more efficient than the Dark Lord had been all these years. “Pettigrew…never liked him, but…I suppose he hasn’t fed us false information yet.” Travers took a seat in an armchair near the bed, resting his chin on his palm. His eyes trailed along her body, studying her face last. “You should rest. We’ll need you at your best.”

Time and time again, the biggest weaknesses the Order displayed was their heart. It beat in their chests, guiding each and every moment they made. Never ones to cross their principles, the righteousness of the group stabbed away at their potential. How dangerous could they be if they put away their humanity? How much more even with this war be if two bloodthirsty groups went head to head? Those differences between them- she was sure of it- counted for a great deal. As much as the world wanted to believe that good conquered all, more often than not people like Bellatrix or Jonas won. In ruthless strategy, there was no time for delusions of morality. “You and I have the same mindset... now if only more shared it.”Bellatrix nodded, that cheshire cat smile ever present as her thoughts turned.  “He’s been very consistent, however, a part of me doesn’t trust him... he’s proven himself to be a traitor.”  She always found herself growing bored with the others- Lucius was so hesitant to plan anything, Rodolphus lacked any kind or backbone. At least in Jonas’s company, she could be unapologetically herself- in all her brilliant danger. “Having evidence that he kidnapped a child, a crime like that could land him in Azkaban... and that is something we can remind him of if he ever strays.” Against the protest of her straining muscles, Bellatrix pushed herself up and turned to face Jonas. Perhaps it was risky business, with Rodolphus hidden somewhere in the Lestrange Manor... but Bellatrix had never brought herself to care much. Molten black eyes studied his features, fingers tracing down his jawline before they lifted his chin. “For the cause, I will.”

[adbellatrixs]

barty-jrouch‌:

where: The Leaky Cauldron who: Barty Crouch Jr. and anyone

If his father could see him now, surely the old crook will have a few words to say. In his eyes, The Leaky Cauldron was no place for a Crouch. They deserved to dine at fancier places where the floor isn’t dusty and covered by mud tracked by the commoners coming and going. Not that he’d let anyone quote him on that. Barty Crouch Jr. frankly didn’t care. The Pub and Inn nested the juiciest gossip in Wizarding London and Barty has never left the establishment without learning something new. 

Now, Barty has gotten quite used to conversations going quiet when he walks near. Granted, it happens a lot more often in the Ministry where people were bound to know him and his father. But he figured that if he heard ‘Crouch’ being used in conversation which abruptly stops when he walks by then that most probably means that they knew who he was. That’s precisely what happened to the pair sitting beside the chair Barty was about to take.“As you were,” he spoke nonchalantly. He need not look at them in the eye. Even an idiot could tell that Barty was addressing them. Barty turned to the person beside him and flashed a friendly smile to show that he wasn’t looking for any trouble. “Good day.”

Bellatrix had just finished her meetings for Wizengamot, plum robes still adorning her figure as she made her way to the Leaky Cauldron. So far, her day had consisted of lying and manipulating the great caucus regarding the Death Eaters. Tensions had been at an all-time high ever since the murder of Harry Potter, and in such times, cowards liked to make radical propositions. We should monitor apparating. We need to conduct searches. It took a bit of careful maneuvering to shoot down the bills... but as it were, items were stalled in their favor. That was all that mattered.

While the Leaky Cauldron wasn’t a common place to find her, one of her off-the-book errands included giving the werewolves their pay for their services. The door closed behind her, onyx eyes quickly scanning the area until they fell on a familiar face. Barty Crouch jr. One of their own. Like Bellatrix, he too was embroiled in the Ministry’s affairs. Granted Barty was forced to endure Bagnold’s nonsense much more often than Bella. Confident foot steps led her to his table, a smirk pulling at her lips. “Don’t tell me you’re antagonizing the other customers, Barty...” 

[adbellatrixs]

evcnrcsier‌:

Evan felt absolutely nothing for the child. If the Order didn’t want to face the facts of the war, they would be forced to. This was not the first child and in all likelihood, it would not be the last. What was one more life in a war that had already taken so many? Besides the blood that had run through the veins of Harry Potter was that of a Mudblood, had they not made the world just a little bit more purer? All Evan felt was a strange sort of satisfaction that everything had been tied up nicely. Carrow was dead, as was Harry Potter and the scales were once again tipped in their balance.

He glanced at Bellatrix as he apparated alongside her. There were moments he was reminded why family was so important. Bellatrix understood him in a way that few others did. “Please, Bella,” he said, an edge of joking to his tone, “They’re not monsters. They wouldn’t harm a child,” No, they were the monsters here and Evan had embraced that title long ago and easily enough. “Let them. We will deal with it,” he added, sounding sure of it. Evan wasn’t going  to underestimate their enemies but he also didn’t think the Order was capable of the brutality required to win this war. “Oh, who the fuck cares about Harry Potter?” He smiled, “We will celebrate our victory.” Besides, this was hardly the first execution they would be drinking to.

"No, you’re right, we’re the monsters... how are your fangs coming in?” When she was a girl, she first heard about the Death Eaters through her father. An eavesdropping Bellatrix had hid near his study, far too curious for her own good as she tried to pick up on any secrets. And  she wasn’t disappointed. Three phrases continued to come up in the conversation: Death Eaters, Voldemort, War. What did it all mean? Like a storm, she was hellbent on finding out. At the first opportunity she got- a Black family gala, how fitting- Bella pulled Evan aside, ready to tell her partner in crime just what she’d picked up. It seemed she wasn’t the only one who wanted more information. Blame it on their inquisitive nature but the cousins nearly fell headfirst into the cause, even going so far as to form a pact to join. Now, the dark mark graced both of their skin, bloodied by years of service.

“I’d much more prefer to snuff them out completely- it’s a pity we haven’t gotten such an order.” She smirked. While the Order was a... lackluster enemy, they were an enemy nonetheless. Certainly, the death of child would change some of their minds, pushing members to break into patterns that were much more familiar to the Death Eaters. All that mattered was when” when would they strike, when would they decide to actually make a difference in the war? Bellatrix clasped her hands together. She was never fond of answerless questions. “May he rest in pieces.” At the mention of victory, mischief colored her eyes. “I’m in the mood for a little chaos, Evan... and the underground pits have just opened up.” The werewolf fighting pits were bloody and dangerous- a perfect place to celebrate. 

[adbellatrixs]

kdolohov‌:

“No but who am I to question the enjoyment of children?” Especially when she had never truly had any such thing in her own childhood. At least none quite like this, any enjoyment she’d had had almost entirely been of her own making. “If only it weren’t so frowned upon to bring your own. I suppose we will simply have to make do.” Sigh slipped from her lips as she shrugged, all to add to her act even if there was more than a little truth behind her words. After all, the selection was subpar at best. “He knows.” Gaze flickered over the crowd at the brunette’s question, her catching on that it was not simply a polite enquiry. “Almost everyone.” Dainty sip of her drink was taken before she spoke once more, tone still light but volume somewhat lower so that the noise of the pub would swallow her words up. They weren’t all that incriminating but she had little want for anyone but the woman next to her to hear them. “Mostly those that seem of interest so my efforts aren’t exhausted but I’ve found most people tend to have at least one piece of useful information. It’s simply a case of asking the right questions.”

With her fingers wrapped around her glass, Bellatrix smirked. Conversations like this reminded her of when she was younger at the festival, dark eyes watching her father take care of business amidst the celebration. “Times are hard.” A small chuckle left her lips, observing the woman beside her. Asking the right questions. The sword was powerful, yes, but words? Words had the ability to root themselves in the mind. They could twist and turn fabrications until lies became truth. More notably, words functioned within the law. While chaos was something Bellatrix thoroughly enjoyed, she would be stupid not to see the value in people like Katerina. A pair of watchful eyes and a silver tongue was just what she needed. “With a statement like that, Ms. Dolohov, you’ve most certainly grabbed my attention... that’s a hard thing to do.” Bellatrix nodded. “I think you and I could become rather good friends, given our similar mindsets and interests.” 

[adbellatrixs]

A character study

She was a witch, as Harry knew, with prodigious skill and no conscience.

[danielkaluuya]

[adbellatrixs]

rodolphos‌:

 “I think you can afford a new one.” It wasn’t quite a snap but there was a sharpness to his reply as he half-carried, half-dragged Bellatrix to the bedroom the house elf had prepared. He looked into her eyes. A similar sort of agitation was building in him, although he didn’t have the searing pain of a stab wound to contribute. As far as he was concerned, staring at his wife who was currently bleeding through finely tailored dress robes, the attack on the festival was a disaster. No matter how many they killed (which frankly, hadn’t seemed like much from where he stood in Diagon Alley), it was too much trouble for the payout.

“Of course it’s concern,” he said, nostrils flaring. “Do you know what would happen if my wife died in Diagon Alley wearing a Death Eater’s mask? The questions, the inquisition… I’d have the Ministry sniffing around the Manor for years. I’d rather you disturb the paintings than them.” That might’ve been the most affectionate thing he’d said to Bellatrix since they’d been married. But as soon as the words left his mouth, she buckled. He cursed. “Some.” He cursed again. He knelt beside her, pulling his wand from the sleeve of his robe. He pointed the tip at wear the blood blossomed against her robes. “Vulnera Sanetur!”

An inconvenience. A barrage of questioning. By the unfortunate circumstances they found themselves in, if Bellatrix was found out, so was Rodolphus. Fate had tied the two Death Eaters together by name- there had to be some kind of irony in that. She’d been so ready to fire another snide comment back at the man but the wound prevented it. Skin pale, things were beginning to get dire. “Where is Avery-” She said through clenched teeth, lackluster grip dropping from Rodolphus’s arm as she heard him swear. Some. Some wasn’t good enough for Bellatrix, but she didn’t have a choice. “Cast it!” 

Vision still blurry, she could feel her side reacting to the spell, gingerly closing up whatever disaster she’d obtained. All this time in the Death Eaters, she danced with death, evading his invitation time and time again. Yet here she was on the floor of the Manor, far too close to him for comfort. If Rodolphus hadn’t shown up, if her luck landed her with the aurors, she could’ve taken her final breath. Left behind would be what exactly? No heir, no legacy, no magnificent end. Just memory. The world would move on like it always did- and that ate away at Bella’s mind. “I resent you for saying yes to my father’s offer.” In this imbroglio of a marriage, ice colored almost all of their interactions. Bellatrix had never been an easy woman to deal with, especially when she was difficult on purpose. They were two strangers, partners only in pictures, even then a kind of loneliness must’ve permeated each photograph. “Even though I understand why you did it... in your position, I would’ve done the same.” It was the first honest thing she’d said, expectations placed on each eldest in their families. “In this short or long life, we might always owe each other nothing, still-”  A thank you was on the tip of her tongue, though even an injured Bellatrix couldn’t swallow her ego to say it out loud. Instead, she mustered up a nod, soon after leaning her head against the marble pillar beside her. The cold soothed her burning skin, though it did little to ease the aching pain. How much blood had she lost... “It won’t be long until the mark calls for us.”

[adbellatrixs]

moonleds‌:

when:  evening,   april 20th where:  lestrange manor

 “   It’s a shame that you’re all forced to take husbands.   ”   Of all the witches she’d been met over the years,   Bellatrix Lestrange was by far the most intriguing of them all.   She was ruthless in an unapologetic way.   Delphine admired a woman who didn’t try to mask her views or ambitions,   even if she was a pureblood like the rest.   It was a dangerous fascination that had bloomed between them,   something like friendship   -   nurtured through a shared love of inspiring fear.   “   To think of all your kind could have been accomplished,   without them in the way.   ”   

@adbellatrixs​

“Yes, they’re rather useless...” She muttered, sarcasm dripping in her voice. “But what better way to make a permanent ally than through archaic tradition?” Tradition. So much of the Sacred 28 was built on it, refusing to ever change or move forward. How many times had she’d seen witches far more capable than chosen male heirs? How often was a marriage arranged without a woman’s approval? Once the Death Eaters rebuilt their world, she’d make sure to burn all those conditions and restrictions down. “Men have a tendency to forget that their daughters or wives can also be dangerous on their own.”  Bellatrix or Delphine were living proof of that. Turning around, a full wine glass was outstretched towards the woman. “It’s dark, a bit dry but luxurious- should be up your alley.” The werewolf had come across Bella’s attention for her brutality, forming something of a chaotic friendship between them. And though some Death Eaters sneered at the thought of half-breeds, Bellatrix welcomed them. Who was she to judge a creature that was a weapon? Moreso when they proved to be more effective than some members. “Should we drink to Harry Potter?” 

[broken-kingshanewest]

I just want that sensation you have in dreams when you fly to be real.

[adbellatrixs]

diisgustednoiise‌:

rabastan felt as if he was being punished, which, after his involvement, or lack of, in the easter parade, made a lot of sense. he hadn’t exactly been doing a good job of showing his devotion to the cause. and he certainly didn’t see members of his brother’s ranking sitting around watching some baby. it wasn’t that awful, though, he was able to catch up on his reading, something he hadn’t done for a long time. still, one could only look after an infant for so long before growing bored. and he had passed that point long before bellatrix’s arrival, though, he made an effort to seem engaged, even going as far as closing his book as he pushed himself into an upright position. “bellatrix,” he greeted, cooly, he’d realized long ago that pleasantries were wasted on his sister-in-law. “i assume you’ve come for something,” he continued, eyes narrowing slightly as he waited for her to respond to his statement. 

“Am I not allowed to simply see my brother-in-law?” A smirk pulled at her lips. “Family looks out for each other, you know.” That’s what her father always told her. There was no stronger pull than the one of family, no harder sting than their betrayal. And while Rabastan and Bellatrix became blood only through her marriage, he fell under her list of check-ins. She couldn’t quite place the man that she looked up and down, the younger Lestrange so far removed from the war effort for so long. Was he obedient like Rodolphus or a liability? “There has been a debate between us in the Dark Lord’s inner circle, though we can’t seem to make up our mind.” She started, circling around the crib until she faced Rabastan. “What do we do to those that are compromised, that may out us if they’re captured...” Ever so gently, she fixed Harry’s blanket, hands tucking him in. “Say your brother decides to turn on us- hypothetically, of course- what would you do?”