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“God damn,” Alice muttered under her breath, shaking her head slightly at her own use of the Muggle invective. “Perkins really has it in for me tonight. ” She tugged lightly at the balloons in her hand, meant to be a decoy for their next target. “Balloons for only two Knuts a piece!”
There couldn’t be a more degrading job than selling balloons, honestly. Some people really let themselves go. “Never thought you’d be on the street like some sort of a hawker.”
nvrciissa:
“these muggles are really cramping my style. like what do they think they’re going to accomplish by tracking our every move?” narcissa was annoyed, it was evident by the look on her face.
bellatrix cackled at the frustration that was evident on her sister’s face. “they’re afraid of what they can’t understand, cissa. they’ll pay for it very soon.”
ordiinaireflower:
petunia hated the magical world, she only joined because of lily. her sister was a soft spot for her, she couldn’t deny that. while most cherished their siblings, petunia envied her. lily was everything she wanted to be. magical, loved, cared about. everything she would never be. that’s probably why she rebelled when she heard what the muggles were doing. coding was too easy, too easy to break those trackers.
a smirk was on pale lips as her fingers glided over small keys to break another, then she was off into the night wandering around diagon alley. her apartment was locked and hidden, the work of a witch she knew made sure of that. her footsteps were slowing down as she neared someone she recognized.
“my name is evans. petunia evans.”
the appeal behind wandering through diagon alley at night was one that was severely underestimated. sure, it wasn’t the way it used to be - she didn’t incite terror anymore, choosing to stick to simply walking and staring at the stragglers who went by, unable to do the things she truly wished to do. her world had changed so much, but ses promendes remained the same. it was the only constant she had left, with the dark lord gone.
she walked with her held up, nose in the air. no trackers could stop her from reflecting the very qualities she had been brought up with - a black remained a black, no matter the circumstance. besides, when they’d all be at her feet, they’d understand the mistakes they had made. a girl acknowledged her by introducing herself; bellatrix stopped walking and turned to look at her more fully.
“evans? didn’t know the gryffindor mudblood had a sister.”
(cred.)
If I can’t have love, if I can’t find peace, Give me a bitter glory.
Anna Akhmatova,
marauders era aesthetics | the black sisters
bellatrix lestrange aesthetic | “I was and am the Dark Lord’s most loyal servant. I learned the dark arts from him, and I know spells of such power that you, pathetic little boy, can never hope to compete..”
