Is that bitterness I detect, Nicholas? I've been meaning to owl you, as it were. There are some things I would like to discuss with you. Privately, of course.
I find that equally difficult to believe. Polite conversation bores me much more. Or has it been so long since we have seen each other that you're only comfortable talking to me about things like the weather?
That seems to be the popular response as of late. I assure you, I take interest in a great deal of things. I'm more difficult to shock that you might expect.
All of you boys have been so busy lately, it's hard to pin any one of you down for longer than a few moments. Of course, I would hate to interrupt a moment between a man and his whiskey.
isobel is a former slytherin from class of '76. she was a yaxley, but she married a flint pretty soon after she graduated. her husband is alberich flint (slytherin class of '70) and currently works as an oblivator but is also a death eater working on a super secret thing for voldemort that will soon start to become a bit clearer.
so any purebloods/death eaters/class of '76 people/former slytherins/any other category i'm forgetting that would make sense, i'm up for discussing plot or backgrounds, so don't hesitate to message me and we can figure something out so i can finally get her integrated into the rp like i should have a month ago.
"You've been getting home quite late the past couple of evenings."
The only sign of her words having hit their mark was the tensing of her husband's broad shoulders as he continued his nightly routine. Isobel allowed the beginning of a smirk to curve her lips from her place on their bed. As Alberich had turned more and more towards working on some project for the Dark Lord, she had grown more and more inquisitive about his plans. Plans that he obviously had no intention of letting her in on.
“I’ve had business to attend to, as I mentioned the last two nights,” Alberich said, a mild warning in his tone that only made Isobel’s smirk widen. Poor man. He was becoming increasingly aware of the fact that she wanted more from him than the occasional attention. She wanted to be part of his plans and schemes. She wanted to have something that was more important than a dinner or a Ministry ball.
“How is your business partner?” she asked innocently.
“My business partner?”
“Yes, the lovely gentleman that works in Magical Accidents and Catastrophes with you. I can’t quite remember the department, but I’m sure he wasn’t an Oblivator. Muggle Liaison, perhaps? Or was that not who you stayed behind to speak with after the ball?”
“Isobel.” The warning was clearer this time, meant to chastise her as one might chastise a child. As if what would insult him would insult her to the same level. She bit her lip, holding back a laugh. If she was insulted every time someone belittled her or her sex, she would have nothing left. As intelligent as she would credit her husband to be, imaginative was not a word that she would use to describe him.
Isobel remained silent for a few moments, watching him as he walked around the room. Best to let him think he had won. Men were always so entertaining when their false sense of security was shattered.
“Did you kill him?”
He rounded on her, fury in his eyes. “That is none of your business, Isobel.”
Her wand twirled between the fingers of one hand as she casually examined the nails on the other. Far too long since she had the house elves trim them. Perhaps there would be time tomorrow, if nothing else came up. She raised her eyes to Alberich’s after a moment. “I only thought,” she said casually, “that it would be more pleasant to have them kill themselves. Wouldn’t you say? You wouldn’t have to worry about getting your hands dirty. It all seems quite ghastly.”
Amusement warred with the fury for a moment before he shook his head, settling next to her on the bed. “Then you know nothing about killing. As it should be.”
“Perhaps,” she demurred. She knew even as she respectfully agreed, she didn’t believe the words. Oh, she didn’t wish to do the killing. But she hadn’t spent weeks, months even, investigating the dark magic books she had found in the library simply for her own amusement.
Well enough for him to think he was the one who held the control and knew exactly the steps to take. She was used to being dismissed, but it left her anything but useless. With enough foresight -- and oh, she had that in spades -- she could pick up the pieces with Alberich failed. She could succeed where others had fallen.
The thought was enough to keep a smile on her face as she drifted off to sleep next to one of the many who vastly underestimated her.
No, I suppose it wouldn’t be. Well. I’ll just have to hope no one steps on it the wrong way. It’s one of the round sort that could be slipped on, after all.
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