Wales || Barty & Bella
bella-le-strange:
“Well, muggles have to make themselves comfortable without magic in some ways I suppose, so it wasn’t the end of the world. The Welsh countryside isn’t the worst sight either,” Bellatrix remarked, uncharacteristically positive, “But yes it was dreadful being among their bustling masses, though I’m afraid more of that is in store for us.”
She accepted her coffee from the bartender and shot the timid girl a look that made her turn away immediately. “It did give me the opportunity to acquire the last ingredients for my rather well thought-out plan, yes.” She eyed him up and down for a second and concluded that yes, she had picked a quite similar looking boy to steal some hair from for the potions. Similar slender build, but blonde and- well, more Welsh looking.
“When you’ve finished your drink please take one of the dark green potions and make use of the facilities. Then, we’ll head for a more familiar district and start looking.”
“Yes the amount of sheep makes it quite a unique sight,” he mused with a smirk. He noticed the positive in her and put it down to the fact she was out in fresh air, enjoying the prospect of impressing everyone that ever doubted her. Not that many people doubted her. “Its like being surrounded by brainless chimps that have no clue how to speak without spitting,” he remarked, taking a sip of his freshly filled whiskey.
He nodded with a sly look towards the timid bartender who had scurried away to the other side of the bar. “I knew you would devise the best plan possible.” He enjoyed her cunning nature, it kept everyone of their toes- even him. Downing his whiskey, he hid the vile up his sleeve once Bella had passed it discretely.
He never enjoyed the taste nor the effects as the potion took a hold of him. It was an unpleasant experience but he knew the risk of being spotted as himself was too high.














