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@cassius-avery
le-reinenoire:
Bellatrix was distinctly aware of the distaste the older members of the pureblood community held for her. They were all for saving face. Pretending to tolerate the mudbloods and filth in public, while behind closed doors they schemed and plotted and made their hatred known. Bellatrix was the very opposite. Her hatred was an open book, and she had no problems with it. It made people skittish around her. People feared to disappoint her for what they imagined might happen.
“And the broomstick you must have shoved up your arse does nothing for me, Avery. So at least, for that matter, we are even. And don’t call me little Black. I am not quite so little anymore so you can stop lording over me. You are not my better.” The expression on her face was quite similar to her father’s own sneer, except the light in her eye seemed more maniacal. “I would do nothing to hurt my sister, so you’d be wise to not speak about matters on which you clearly know nothing, Mister Avery. And if my wedding day were actually about me, I might actually give a damn about it, but as it clearly is not, I will do what I damn please, thank you.” Bellatrix snapped, proceeding to smooth her dress and snatched a glass off a passing tray with a charming smile as she downed its contents in a single shot.
Cassius mimed a yawn, rolling his eyes and sliding a hand in his pocket. He was tired of this, tired of her petulant attitude, and her childish temper, tired of her in general. “Are you done?” he asked bluntly. “Are you done being a fucking brat? Listen to me, and listen good. I’m not going to do this with you Bellatrix, not here, not ever. You come by the shop next week, and we’ll have a little chat about your future. Until then, I want you to remember not to bite the hand that feeds you, because you’re about to be up shit creek without a paddle.” He nodded, dropping his glass on the tray of the passing waiter, and took a moment to scan the room with his eyes before turning back to Bella.
“I’m going to go and greet your sister, because it is, after all, her birthday, and that’s the polite thing to do, regardless of the fact that she’s chosen to promote a charity instead of herself. I suggest, heavily, that you find yourself a nice quiet place to collect yourself, because losing your shit when you don’t like what someone has to say is unbecoming of a lady, and no matter what it is you think you are, Bellatrix, that’s what you are meant to be- a lady.” He gave her a twisted smile, half smirk, and tilted his head. “Next week. Come by the shop. I mean it. If you don’t, I’ll have to come looking for you, and I really don’t think this is a conversation you would rather me have with Cygnus. Have a nice evening, Bellatrix. Try to smile,” he said, turning to step away from her. A few steps away, he paused, turning on his heel to look at her once more. “Oh, and little Black? Happy Christmas.”
le-reinenoire:
“Cassius, darling, am I ever not sarcastic?” Bellatrix replied with a pointed look. “Several of the pureblooded families here tonight could have easily contributed more than what any of the mudblood filth prancing around here like their royalty will.” She tilted her chin up defiantly, her lip curled in distaste. “So if you’re recommending that I kiss the arses of those I openly despise for the evening for a few extra knuts, then I recommend its time for you to reevaluate.”
“I suppose not,” he said, shrugging, “but that doesn’t mean much, considering your sarcasm does nothing for me.” He raised an eyebrow briefly, the only sign of distaste and displeasure he gave outwardly towards her endearment and excuse. At least a decade her senior, Cassius was unimpressed with her and her attitude; he’d never been a fan of hers. “I recommend you find your manners, little Black. We’re all here for the same reasons, to make ourselves look good. Putting on a smile doesn’t hurt you any,” he said, tilting his head and displaying his own sneer for the younger girl. “Making a scene tonight is not going to help the rough year your family had, and I doubt your younger sister will be pleased with you for spoiling a perfectly loving evening. Your wedding is only a few days away, save the attitude for a day actually meant to be about you.”
lmvlfxy:
“Yes, I’ve already donated handsomely, and yes, I got Narcissa something special for her birthday. Any other tedious questions?”
Cassius laughed as the person attempting to address Lucius hung their head and walked away, and as they removed themselves, Cassius slid in, taking up their former position near Lucius. “It’s an art form, really. Getting people to leave without having to tell them to do so. You’re getting very good at it,” he said approvingly. “Haven’t seen you much lately, partly my own fault. You’re well, I take it?”
le-reinenoire:
“Well isn’t this a charming crowd here tonight,” Bellatrix said with her usual sneer.
“Considering this is your sister’s birthday gala fundraiser, I would expect you to be a hell of a lot less sarcastic,” Cassius commented, giving Bellatrix a disdainful look. He wasn’t exactly thrilled to be here, either, but he wasn’t going to be so blatant about it. “Unless, of course, your entire goal is to undermine the charity and good will your family has put on display tonight,” he added pointedly.
tainted-daffodil:
“Well, given that my last two birthdays were essentially ruined one way or another, I figured that I would use the day this year to give something to someone else. Sure, I still get a party out of it, but that’s not really why we are all here.”
"No, we’re here for a good cause,” he agreed, giving the young Black a charming smile. “You’re a better person than most, Narcissa Black, but I do wish you a happy birthday, all the same.” he added. “Has it been better than your last so far?” he asked.
Cassius looked up at the sound of the bell from the door, just in time to see someone entering the shop. “Are you looking for anything specific today?”
Moodboard: Bonnie & Clyde
Motherfucker got fucked up 'cause he got in the way..
ilona-burke:
“I believe it would make you the worst sort, as far as my knowledge of husbands go.” Ilona chuckled, leaning down to press a brief kiss to Cassius’ cheek. It was a rare occurrence, for her to do such a thing, especially in public, but the moment seemed to call for it. “S tell me, who was trying to kiss you? Who do I have to kill this time?”
Cassius chuckled softly, but he wasn’t going to admit -out loud, anyways- just how much that little bit of affection affected him. “You’re being sweet today,” he said playfully. “Who do I have to kill?” He laughed again, shaking his head. “It was one of those ratty Gryffindor boys. I doubt killing them would make much of a difference. Kill one, and two more would grow back in its’ place.”
ilona-burke:
“It doesn’t.” Ilona called out eventually, glancing up from the books in front of her. She had been listening to.. whoever it was, muttering on and on at Cassius about something she had yet to pick up at the other side of the shop, and even though she wasn’t really paying attention to it, even she was growing bored. “If you’re not looking to make a purchase here today, sir, kindly leave. You’re making the place look untidy.”
“Well, you heard the boss lady,” he said, smirking. “Get outta here.” He pointed towards the door, turned on his heel, and abandoned the counter altogether, making his way towards Ilona. “Gods, I thought he was never going to shut the hell up,” he said as he heaved out a sigh, leaning up against the wall and looking down at the books Ilona had around her. “What'cha got goin on over here?”
“Wait, wait, hold on...” Cassius shook his head, heaving a heavy sigh. For such a long story, he wasn’t really seeing the point yet. “What does any of this have to do with me?”
mck-tt-n:
“Oh, yes, hi! Can I get you anything?”
“Whiskey, top shelf. And leave the bottle.” He lit his cigarette, taking a drag, and then added, almost as an afterthought, “Please.”
alvcto-cvrrow:
“An easy mistake, it’s quite alright.” Alecto nodded in acceptance of his apology before taking up his offer of a seat. “It has been quite some time, yes, but I am doing quite well thank you. And you? How have you been?”
“I’ve been doing pretty well,” he said, giving Alecto a smile. “I’ve been working a lot, but I like it that way, so things are pretty good. I’ve got some fun things spread out in the back room right now, ready to be picked apart and inspected.” He signaled for the bartender, disappointed that Amerie was not tending to him tonight, but managed to convey to the man to bring and leave a bottle. “Drink?”
vivaciousviolet:
“He’s away for work,” she replied, nodding her head slightly. “So I’ll have to fend for myself tonight,” she added with a smile. Violet didn’t really mind that she was on her own, almost everyone else she knew was here but she didn’t really like the way it looked to others when Fletcher and her weren’t together. “What about Ilona? I haven’t seen her around yet.”
“Well, I’ll tell you what. You join me for a drink or two, and I’ll keep the creeps and drunks away for’ya. How about that?” he offered, sliding the seat beside him out so that she could take it. “Ah, now, that... That I don’t know for sure. I know she’s around here somewhere, but Merlin only knows where.” He shrugged, pairing it with a smile. “How are the wedding plans coming along? Have you got a date set, yet, or are you planning to wake up one morning, hungover with wedding bands on your fingers?” he asked, grinning.
vivaciousviolet:
“Thank you.” Violet shook her head slightly, “Not nervous or boring, sensible. If we were meant to move that fast I’m sure we’d be able to. Also, it would mess up my hair,” she added, her tone clearly showing that she was joking. “And I’m not a big fan of flying either so that doesn’t help entice me.” She gave a small laugh, “Thank you but I doubt I’ll ever take you up on it.”
“Well, to each their own,” he said, nodding his acceptance at Violet’s firm decision to stay off of brooms, bikes, and the like. Ilona disliked the rides for similar reasons, and then some, and he understood. The bike brought about an adrenaline rush that not everyone was suited to. “I prefer the bike or the broom to flooing or portkeys, but I suppose you have those and apparition. You never know when you’ll need to make a quick getaway, so if the day ever does come, I’ll be sure to teach you the charm to protect your hair.”