And all he loves will die.

Angelique Bouchard. I've been an upstanding member of Collinsport for over two hundred years...in some form or another. Proud CEO of Angel Bay Fishing Co. I currently have Collinsport eating out of the palm of my sharp-fingernailed hand. Pleased to meet your acquaintance. OOC: This is a strictly rp blog. No follow backs, no promos.

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The Return

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Bellatrix cursed when the crib was transformed. The imperius curse was broken when the gust of wind knocked her on the floor. Her back hurt but she tried to get up quickly, knowing she had to act quickly. The other woman already had her claw-like hand on her stomach though and the Death Eater stared at her with pursed lips, smirking slightly when she spoke.

The slight smile disappeared though when Angelique ripped her skin with her claws. A painful grunt escaped from her gritted teeth. “Go on,” She grumbled to her, looking at her hand on her stomach. “You’d do me a favor. Tried to get an abortion in the muggle and the wizarding world, tried multiple times myself, but they just won’t die,” She spat with hatred.

She grabbed her wand on the floor and made Angelique fly across the room, hit the wall and fall on the floor. Bella got back up on her feet and starred at the woman with animal features. “Poor little girl has to transform herself to try to beat me?” She said before waving her wand one more time and performing the cruciatus curse on her.

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Angelique yelped when she hit the floor, and collapsed in a pile of limbs like a broken doll, covered in dried blood. She reared her head to sneer at Bellatrix, who forgot she was dealing with a witch far more experienced than she. But a second later, she was hit by the cruciatus curse.

She gasped in pain. It felt as though thousands of white-hot knives were splitting her skin open. Angelique arched her back against the pain. The knuckles of her clenched fists were a bloodless white. Her teeth were gritted, practically in a smile. This was a pain that Angelique had felt only once before in her life. It was like being flayed, having her skin peeled off the bone. She writhed under the searing pain. Angelique disappeared into her mind, envisioning that she was in an icy tundra, feeling a cold wind instead of boiling hot pain. There was nothing to do but wait for it to subside.

When the pain melted away, Angelique used the last vestiges of her energy to crawl forward. She was trembling all over, but her steely blue eyes were cold fire staring back at Bellatrix.

“I owe you a debt.” Angelique said in a hoarse moan. She hadn’t forgotten what Bellatrix revealed to her before the curse. “You helped me in my time of need, during labor with my son. I can destroy the parasites inside of you, feeding on your blood, sucking your life, energy, and beauty away. I know how to get rid of many a monster. Half-formed vampire humans should be nothing.” Angelique admitted, placing a hand on Bellatrix’s stomach, knowing her touch annoyed her.

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The Return

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Bellatrix watched Angelique transform herself, not impressed by her little show. Her words were nothing, but the lick on her face triggered the pregnant woman. She got her wand out, transformed it into a whip, snapped it around Angie’s neck and threw her on the floor. Before the other woman could make another move, she gave her wand its initial form and waved it at her.

The woman on the floor was forced to get up and walk out of the room as Bella followed her, still pointing her wand at her. The invigorating feeling only the unforgivable spells could give her was rushing trough her veins and gave her satisfaction. It felt so good to have complete power over the other witch.

They climbed the stairs and walked towards the little boy’s bedroom. Leon was sound asleep as the women walked towards the bed. Bellatrix made Angelique stop right in front of him and she walked closer behind her. “Now you tell me, Angelique,” She started. “Either you kill your precious son with your bare hands, or you break the contract with Barnabas, give him your company and leave to never return here and never ever cross our path again,” Bellatrix whispered just over Angelique’s shoulder and kept her wand under the long blonde hair.

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Angelique was resisting, clinging to the last bit of her mind before Bellatrix took it all. Her limbs betrayed her, but Bellatrix seemed to forget that she was dealing with a two-centuries old witch. Angie’s magic didn’t require a wand--it never did. There were individuals able of resisting the imperius curse. Harry Potter was one of them. Angelique, and some other old, lasting witches and warlocks were another. Something akin to the protego charm held the last vestiges of Angelique’s free will. Though her physical body was not her own, she had her mind. And that’s all Angelique Bouchard needed to perform magic.

Quickly, without moving, Angelique transformed her son’s crib into an impregnable iron fortress. Her remained still while the wrought-iron bars curved in on themselves, protecting the infant inside. A necessary precaution. Though Angie herself was a witch with centuries of skill at her disposal, there was no denying Bellatrix’s talent. She needn’t get cocky.

In her mind-controlled state, Angelique started on the first command. She slammed her fist on the bars of the protective cage her son was in. She hit so hard, it broke the skin on her knuckles. Garnet rivulets of blood poured between her long, elegant fingers and down her wrists. The pain shocked something in her. No. Angelique thought. She created a huge gust of wind that was enough to knock Bellatrix onto her back. Bellatrix being pregnant wasn’t a care of Angelique’s anymore. She had lost all morals and standards.

A practiced animagus, Angelique kept her human stature but let her teeth and nails become distinctly panther. Her nails grew grotesquely once again, into the sharp claws meant for sinking into prey. Her teeth grew into the fangs that were meant for ripping meat off bones. She crawled towards Bellatrix on the ground, teeth bared, and hissing.

“I’ll carve the child right from your womb if you dare harm my son.” She growled and placed a claw right on Bellatrix’s swollen stomach. Oh how much Angelique wanted to sink it in. She imagined what it would be like to rip through the taut skin and extract the half-formed monsters herself. Angie grabbed Bellatrix’s arm and tore the skin with her claws, so she could have a taste of what it would be like to get ripped open by a wild jungle cat.

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The Return

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Bellatrix clenched her teeth as Angelique spoke to her. Up until now, she had succeeded to control her anger remarkably for the good of her husband, but now, she was close to lose it. Her fists clenching and her heartbeat increasing, the last words were the last straw. She quickly pushed her against the wall, her left hand grasping Angelique’s throat tightly and her right one taking her dagger out expertly, pushing it dangerously on the pale skin of her jaw and cheek, the end dangerously close to her eye.

“Is that the only reason why you’re back? Why are you back?!” Bella asked with a quiet hoarse voice. “Why do you keep your little game up when you know you’ve lost a long time ago?” She added in a spat, the flamme of wrath back in her dark eyes and her features suddenly seemed sharper.

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Angelique’s eyes turned red all the way through, with slitted pupils like a snake. Her shapeshifting gift was always fun to bring out during a fight. She told herself was above kicking a pregnant woman in the stomach, but oh how she was tempted to slam her knee into Bellatrix’s swollen midsection and send her into premature labor. Maybe she would.

The sharp blade was cold on her sharp cheekbone. Still, Angelique had the nerve to laugh. Her red-lacquered nails grew into the sharp, curved talons of an eagle, and her teeth grew to points. The beautiful Angelique Bouchard looked like something out of a horror movie. She reached for the hands at her throat and sank her talons into the flesh at the wrists to pry them off.

There was genuinely no one more important to Angelique than her son, Leon. Not even Barnabas anymore. And ironically, she had him to thank for giving her a son in the first place. Leon had filled what was empty in her life.

“I have a business to run, and a son to raise and teach magic to. I’m going to do so from the estate he was born at, whether you like it or not. Collinsport is, and forever will be my domain. You forget that you’re the foreigner here.” Angelique hissed through her newly pointed teeth. She flicked out a forked snake’s tongue and licked up Bellatrix’s face. “Either accept it and live with me in delicious sin, or keep popping out children and amount to nothing more than some man’s wife. What have you amounted to, Bellatrix?” She sneered.

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OOC bellatrix-collins i’m sort of sorry about my last reply, and Angelique being absolutely cray, but tbh Angelique would absolutely do that, and I thought it would make for fun drama.

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OOC haha it’s ok :P I was really surprised/shocked when I read it, but hey, why not?! Let’s see where that leads to! :)

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It’s fun bc there’s little I would put past Angelique. I think she would do anything and everything.

just fyi it’s absolutely her proposition for a threesome XP

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haha yeah she’s someone who’d like to try it all :P

And I figured haha But Bella sees pretty much everything as a competition, so I don’t think she’d do it with Angelique and Barnabas, especially since it’s always been Angie vs Bella on pretty much everything, so she needs to feel she completely has the control over/power on something

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true but it could be FUN. and make for more conflict, which is always interesting in rp

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The Return

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Bellatrix chuckled as Angelique continued to talk and she shook her head. “I wish Barnabas could hear you right now,” She mumbled.

Taking a deep breath and crossing her arms on top of her bloated stomach, she stared at the woman, thinking maybe she was going crazy. “I won’t hurt you if you like it, idiot. That’s not the point of our relationship, and you know I very rarely change my mind on something, and you are surely not on the list for that. Really, your invitation shows despair and weakness, and I’m almost feeling pity for you. You must be so unhappy and unsatisfied to suggest that to me. Or you heard about my skills with a whip and you wanna get tips. Maybe both? Yeah, that must be it,” She replied to her with a slight devilish smirk. She bit her lip and paused for a second.

“It’s crazy what jealously can make you do. Getting on your knees like that for me, takes a lot of guts and envy. But it’s indeed nice to know I’m your secret fantasy.”

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“Good lord, someone’s a prude.” Angelique laughed.

“Here I am, offering you a chance to hurt, to torture, to injure. And you don’t want to. Maybe motherhood has made you soft. But the Bellatrix I knew, the one I used to envy a little, the one who used to fuck Nellie Lovett, would’ve said yes. Where is she? Don’t you want pleasure? Your marriage is tense, you even regret how complicated Barnabas has made your life.” Angelique was totally serious.

She furrowed her brow, wondering where the dynamic, deadly Bellatrix Black-Collins had gone. In her place was someone who was a stranger to Angelique. This Bellatrix didn’t even dare try and harm her. Bellatrix was all talk; she threw around nasty names but that was it. Angelique invited her for a fight, and got nothing more than what she’d expect from a schoolgirl.

“I know you say you pity me, but I don’t pity myself. Really, I don’t. I don’t deny myself any pleasure. Yet I’m right here, and despite your threats, you haven’t even tried to hurt me. Not me, not my son. I bet you’re not even strong enough to, hm? You’ll raise your voice loud, tell me you’ll destroy me, but when it comes down to it, you’re too afraid to strike.” Angelique provoked.

She dropped her arms to her sides and raised her palms to the sky. “I’m waiting. Waiting to see what the mighty Bellatrix will do next. The Dark Lord’s most noble servant, terrorist of the wizarding world, expert duelist. Nothing??”

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The Return

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Bellatrix stared at Angelique with narrowed eyes, trying to understand the change of behaviour that just happened. “I owe nothing to you. In fact, my life would have been much more simple if I would have never met Barnabas,” She mumbled quietly.

The frown on her face accentuated when Angie tried to get closer again. “You’re crazy,” Bella muttered with a slight smirk. “What’s your plan this time? You already had Barnabas cheat on me with you, and now you want it to be the other way around?” She added, thinking this was almost a joke.

“And, for your information, we’re not friends, and we’ll never be. I know very well that hate requires passion, and I do everything wholeheartedly, like torture and killing, and that has nothing to do with what you’re implying. So go kiss your son goodnight and we’ll pretend none of this ever happened,” She said and took Angelique’s finger to take it off her skin. “But I would very much enjoy to see you beg me for other things.”

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Angelique threw her head back and laughed. She pressed her hand over her chest and continued. Angie wholeheartedly enjoyed every minute of confusion in her strange exchange with Bellatrix. They had been at each other’s throats for so long, and she was honestly so bored of playing at the same game.

“Oh I’ll beg. You want to hate me? Hate me. You want to punish me? Punish me. Make me hurt like I’ve hurt you. Tell Barnabas too. It’ll be a group affair. You. Me. Barnabas. Wouldn’t you like to feel what it’s like to hold a whip and snap it against my skin? Ah. I bet you’d like that very much. I don’t care what you do to me, just so long as he’s there too. I find my line between pleasure and pain is quite...blurred.” Angie said, lust dripping off her every word. “You’re all talk about wanting to hurt me. I’d honestly like to see you even try. And that’s not sarcastic. You’ve done nothing but try to hurt me with words. Let’s see what you can do with a whip. Tomorrow night.”

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OOC bellatrix-collins i’m sort of sorry about my last reply, and Angelique being absolutely cray, but tbh Angelique would absolutely do that, and I thought it would make for fun drama.

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OOC haha it’s ok :P I was really surprised/shocked when I read it, but hey, why not?! Let’s see where that leads to! :)

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It's fun bc there's little I would put past Angelique. I think she would do anything and everything.

just fyi it’s absolutely her proposition for a threesome XP

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The Return

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Angelique was really getting on Bellatrix’s nerve, but Bella refused to give in. She knew the other woman was only waiting for that. She didn’t bother looking at the little boy running away. She listened the host talk again and shook her head. “Barnabas is a vampire, a magical creature. That changes everything. I know wh-” She retorted sharply, but frowned when Angelique took her wrist. For a second, she thought she’d pull her sleeve up to see her Dark Mark and try to insult her again. The gentle touche was surprising though, but never as much as when she realized her lips were on hers.

Bellatrix’s eyes widened and she slapped Angelique hard across the cheek. “What the hell are you doing?!” She asked quickly as she held her breath, completely stunned by what just happened. She hoped no one had seen the kiss, but didn’t look around to check: she stared at Angelique, seeking for some sort of explanation.

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Angelique’s hand flew to the spot on her cheek that just had been slapped and brushed it off gently, as one would a single tear. She took genuine pleasure in Bellatrix’s surprise. Angie tossed her hair over one shoulder.

“I meant it. It’s time to settle our differences. Really, we have each other to thank. Had I not changed your husband’s...condition those many years ago he would have died long before you were thrust into this wretched world. Without you, I would have died in childbirth. And yet despite your hatred, you didn’t let me die. Something in you wanted me here.” Angie rasped in her signature deep whisper.

She shifted her weight onto one hip and clasped her red-nailed hands together.

“You see, the opposite of love isn’t hate. It is indifference. Hate has a certain...passion.” There was a strange glimmer in Angelique’s blue-grey eyes that suggested a change.

 “So why don’t we...exercise our passions.” Angelique took Bellatrix’s hand again and leaned in closer once more. She brushed Bellatrix’s thick, dark curls off of her face and ran a slender finger down Bella’s cheek and jaw. “Come on, don’t make friends beg.” 

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OOC bellatrix-collins i’m sort of sorry about my last reply, and Angelique being absolutely cray, but tbh Angelique would absolutely do that, and I thought it would make for fun drama.

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The Return

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Bellatrix raised her eyebrows when Angelique seemed pretty confident that Barnabas would be present in her son’s life. “You forget one thing though: he won’t associate his lineage with someone who has no noble blood at all, with someone who used to be a servent, and whom still is in his eyes, especially when he’s got all he ever dreamed of right where he is now, both on the family and lover level,” She told her quietly with a side smirk.

She watched the woman go on about how she must feel with her muggle disgust and bit her lip as the corners of her mouth formed a smile and she shook her head slightly. “I didn’t think you were that stupid,” She muttered. “I’ll always have the same opinion, simply because I know I’m right. It’s a fact: they’re weak. And you must be the one who’s lonely if you think I feel this way. These weak, filthy people were the only ones who didn’t reject you after all. Do you have a trophy the proclaims “best of losers” in your office?” She said with a playful, sarcastic tone at the end, accompanied with a fake innocent facial expression and her head slightly crooked on the side.

Bellatrix shook her head when the witch invited her to sit down. She might be pregnant and wearing high heels, but she refused to show any sign of weakness, no matter how small it could be. “By the way, how’s my lovely ex-husband doing? Were my rests still any good? Not too cold, I hope,” She started.

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“You forget one thing. I know the Collins family more intimately than anyone could ever hope to. They were never nobles, but rather, just rich traders. And wealth is something anyone can make.” Angelique gestured to their surroundings--a grand mansion that had all the trappings of ancestral wealth.

“Your husband’s first son will always be mine. No matter how many children you pop out. Gosh, you’re like a brood mare.” Angelique provoked, without changing her saccharine tone.

“I’m tired, Maman.” Leon sighed.

Angelique narrowed her eyes and kissed her son on the forehead. She placed him down. “Marie will take you off to bed,” she instructed. “Then when you’re tucked in, I will come say goodnight.” She watched her son carefully as he ran to Marie, a young witch of the Bouchard family who agreed to come back to Collinsport with her “cousin” Angelique.

“You know your argument falls apart when your husband is, in fact, what you would call a ‘muggle.’ I wonder what your Dark Lord would think. Oh, how the mighty have fallen. You know I might be common, morally depraved, and truly a classless whore at heart, but I can own up to it. Why put on a false façade when you know you’re as low as the rest of us. A former Death Eater who married a muggle.” Angie laughed tauntingly.

She took a step towards Bellatrix, shrinking the space between them. She pouted her ruby lips in a sort of mock sympathy. Angelique grabbed Bellatrix’s wrist tenderly--not forcefully or violently as one would assume. She looked the other witch dead in the eyes, tilted her head, and landed a passionate kiss right on Bellatrix’s lips.

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Bellatrix smirked at Angelique when she commented on alcool. “Oh, it’s not that, don’t worry, I know how to make it work with magic perfectly fine. They simply get a little too agitated when I drink, that’s all,” She replied to her at first.

She couldn’t help but chuckle when she claimed it would be the “right thing to do” to let their children play together. “Yeah, that’ll probably happen when dragons can’t fly,” She muttered, using a popular wizard expression.

Bella looked at Angelique in the eyes when she mentioned how her son looked like Barnabas and forced herself to smile once more. Be patient, you’ll get revenge soon enough she kept on telling herself. “Yeah, well, Lyra looks just like me. Barnabas even calls her ‘mini Bellatrix’ sometimes. He loves to take care of her very much. She’s a daddy’s girl for sure,” She said with a slight smirk. “It’s too sad little Leo won’t ever get to meet his father because he hates and denies him and his mother,” She added, eyebrows raised and her hand stroking the little boy’s cheek gently.

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“Suure you know how to make it work..” Angelique condescended with a cheshire-cat grin.

“Do you think Barnabas Collins will be able to resist the spitting image of himself? Certainly I don’t think so. He is obsessed with Collins lineage.” Angelique laughed deeply.

“Now I know you don’t get on very well with those outside our...sort, but I’m glad you’re getting out to go to a party. Maybe that’s the thing that’ll help you get over your, hmm--bigotry towards the non-magical. It must get lonely.” She laughed again.

Angelique knew Bellatrix couldn’t harm Leon, not now while she was carrying not one, but two children. If she even tried, Angelique would pounce on her in a second. She had the upper hand given the simple fact that she wasn’t currently pregnant. Though, Angie considered herself above attacking unborn children, she wouldn’t hesitate if her son came in harm’s way.

“Sit, you’re probably tired.” Angelique motioned towards a chair at one of the tables.

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Bellatrix smirked when Angelique claimed there was “no need for hostility”. The woman in front of her hadn’t changed after all. She listened to her speak as if she believed she’d impress her with all the alcohol at the guests’ disposition. “I’ll have to decline, dear. You should know proposing a drink to a pregnant woman isn’t really appropriate,” She replied to her calmly, playing the same polite game.

Bellatrix had promised herself not to overreact to anything the host would say or do to try to make her explode. She didn’t have a problem with that, but she knew it gave the blonde woman too much satisfaction when she responded like that.

When the little boy came closer though, the witch clenched her teeth and stared at him. How delightful would it be to kill him right here and now? The fact that he looked like his father, her own husband, made it even harder to hold herself back. No one could tell though from outside, as she simply looked at the toddler with the slight classy smile she decided to glue to her face every time she’d come across Angelique. When she heard an echo of what sounded like “Aunt Bellatrix”, she looked at the other woman and chuckled.  Was she even realizing she just gave her the power to gain the little boy’s trust?

“Hi, Leon. You grew up so much since the last time I saw you!” Bella said with a charming voice and even ran her fingers in the child’s hair. “I hope you know you’re quite lucky to be awake at this time. Only a few kids your age get to stay up so late. Did you thank your mom for that? It’s very nice of her to give you this privilege,” She added with raised eyebrows, a convincing smile and a glimpse of mischief in her eyes.

“Aha, oops, silly me, I assumed you were skilled enough at magic to safely indulge.” Angelique laughed. It was an underhanded compliment. She drank throughout her pregnancy just fine, and magic took care of the risk.

“You know, for their sake, our children should get to know each other. It’s the right thing to do.” Angelique suggested, even though she knew that both of them rarely do “the right thing.” It’s not at all in the nature of their relationship. 

Angie knew that underneath it all, Bellatrix dying to do some harm to her child. But she knew that if Bella harmed a hair on her son’s head, the whole town would shun her. He was the golden son of Collinsport, well adored by all. 

“Remarkable how much he looks like his father.” Angelique provoked. “But he has my eyes.”

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Angelique Bouchard goes into Starbucks. She orders a latte because she saw Barnabas drinking it once. She gets her drink and throws the latte at the barista. Angelique curses the lattes. She poisons all the other drinks because they happen to be there. “Take that, Barnabas!”

Starbucks is in ruins. Angelique feels regret. But not that much.

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The Return

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When she went in her husband’s office, Bellatrix saw a small letter under a pile of papers on his desk. Out of curiosity, she took it and opened it, her face turning red and her lips pursing as she read the invitation to the reception. Barnabas had tried to hide it from her because he knew she would want to go, and she was now determined to go more than ever. Nothing would stop her from showing who was the most powerful and wealthiest in this town, not her husband, not the babies she was carrying, nothing.

The dark haired witch went to buy a new dress a couple of days before the big night, picking a dark emerald dress with long sleeves. As she finished putting her crimson red lipstick on, a smirk grew on her face as she starred at her reflexion. The Collins family hadn’t gone out in quite some time, so she made sure she’d keep their reputation up. The confident woman walked down the stairs to meet her husband, her black high heels hitting on the floor and echoing in the manor.

After apparating in a dark corner of the street, they walked to the door and entered the mansion. Bellatrix kept a haughty and proud face, the characteristic genes of the Black family imposing themselves in her expression. She didn’t speak to much people: she still despised muggles after all.

When she saw the other witch, she took a deep breath and narrowed her eyes. “Well, well. Look at who’s back in town,” Bella said once Angelique was closer. “That explains the stench that’s been hovering on Collinsport lately,” She added with raised eyebrows and a wide, fake smile.

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Angelique found herself very pleased. She let the insult roll right off her back. She knew Bellatrix wouldn’t be able to resist coming. The vodka in her system softened Angelique enough to deal with Bellatrix, but not so much as to take her off of her game.

“Bella dear, there’s no need for hostility. You know, we’re so glad you could come to our little soirée. It must be nice for you to get out sometimes.” Angelique mused. “Have some champagne.” She motioned to a table holding an entire tower of filled glasses. “Or if you desire something stronger, the gentlemen at the bar will help you.” She smiled her daunting, crocodile smile. Kill them with kindness as the English saying goes.

Leon ambled over in a tiny but expertly tailored little suit. Angie balanced her martini in her right hand and hoisted her son up onto her left hip.

“Say hello to Aunt Bellatrix, mon cheri.” Angelique cooed at her sharply-dressed little son. She hoped she was pressing each and every one of Bellatrix’s buttons, and that “Aunt Bellatrix” was the final straw.

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The Return

The minute her jet landed, Angelique’s party plans were in full swing. What a better way to celebrate anything than to throw tons of money around? No expense would be spared. Absence makes the heart grown fonder, and Angelique had spent the past two years with relatives in France, in order to focus on her son during his infancy. She ran her business remotely, and made the important decisions but ultimately left the smaller ones to her trustees. 

Little Leon took after his father in looks, which left Angelique both delighted and in dismay. He was a quiet, kind, but terrifyingly precocious boy. He also needed to drink blood, just like his father. She hoped that Barnabas would at least respect the child. Being a mother had not softened Angelique at all, but rather, made her sharper than ever.

Invitations had, in fact, been given to the Collins family. Angelique had her assistant, Marie send them one despite their complicated history. Her mansion had been utterly decked out to the point of ostentation. It was a power-play, a statement of wealth. Ice sculptures, live music, acrobats, were all hired. The bar served untouchably vintage liquor. Angelique looked as beautiful as the scene around her, in her favorite red sequined evening gown that was so draped on her frame that it left little of her body to imagination. She nursed a martini and watched guests arive. 

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bellatrix-collins replied to your post: Whoops okay looking to come back for r…

It’s ok haha! It’s been pretty much the same for me with uni and everything :P Any plot you’d like to start with or something?

There can be a big party Angelique throws to celebrate her return and everyone, including Barnabas and Bellatrix, are invited?

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yeah sure! Do you want to write a starter then or I do it?

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I’ll write it so I can set up the party.