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.”
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