Blood is Blood But Loyalty Runs Deeper Than Red

Bellatrix Lestrange. Twenty-Three. Death Eater. Hit Witch.

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CELEBRATING WITH POTIONS | Alecto & OPEN

Although it was a new home, Alecto moved through the hallways like she’d known it all her life. Anything of Evan’s met her with familiar fondness. She took long lithe steps as she descended down the stairs, very pleased in the black catsuit that clung to her limbs. She was certainly hoping to give Amycus and Evan a slight heart attack, anyone else was a bonus. Not that she cared for anyone else’s attention. 

Amycus’ cologne, the toothpaste Evan used, slowly burning wood. 

Alecto cocked a brow, brushing her dark hair from her eyes. Alecto knew that collection of smells. She knew them well, thanks to Slughorn’s incessant demanding of it. It was a good potion to practice and improve skill, but Alecto had been convinced he just wanted buckets of it for his own use. 

She licked her lips, following the smell as if it were the most important thing she needed to do. 

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Social gatherings were never Bellatrix’s muse. Sitting around with merely strangers acting as if all was right with the world. Just another way the wealthy hid behind the lascivious gifts and purchases to ignore the real reasons their society fell short. Nonetheless, she found herself attending, if not only to keep up to date with the happenings of the newly announced ministers. It hadn’t been long before she whisked away to a private room; a need to escape the clinging silk of her dress. Or at least the metaphorical feeling it provided. 

After all, she was far more interested in snooping through whatever Evan had hidden away in his new home. Fingers traced books as the scent of parchment wafted in; far to strong for the paper in front of her. Lemon grass swirled together and her eyes traveled to the door as old memories resurfaced. 

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To Bellatrix this was a waste of energy, actively appearing at the poll despite knowing full well her intention as soon as the candidates were announced. Impatiently tapping finger nails across her arm as she waited for the woman in front of her to cast her vote. It was taking entirely too long for what the witch believed to be the easiest decision. Even if her Lord hadn’t offered up the suggestion, she would have simply and unapologetically chosen a fellow Slytherin over Kingsley Shackelbolt. A auror and a threat, no doubt but his false accusations against Amycus Carrow only solidified her hatred. A fool as Minister? Bellatrix would rather manipulate the votes herself. 

A sigh of annoyance escaped, clearly pointed at the patron passing her, with eyes that mimicked ice.A simple check only took a moment: Talkalot. The amount of potential hidden away was invigorating. 

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A cackle left her hoarse throat. The energy that buzzed beneath the blacken robes was nothing compared to the wild thoughts that ran through her mind. This is what she was made for. To end the suffering of those that denied where true power lied. Curses flew from the tip of her wand wildly, aiming carelessly at those who just moments before thought these memories would be loving. She turned on her heel, throwing back the opponent before her eyes beneath the mask met with familiar ones. Severus Snape, but his lack of disguise was perplexing. Enough to pause for a moment; but showing favoritism would only raise questions. 

“Reducto.” She had questions of her own; and the curse was sent towards the stack of champagne flutes on the neighboring table. A burst of glass that would cause far less injury than what she had cast before. 

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