You’re still here?
-hisses- Of course I’m here. You’re in my bloody house, or have you made yourself so comfortable you’ve forgotten.
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You’re still here?
-hisses- Of course I’m here. You’re in my bloody house, or have you made yourself so comfortable you’ve forgotten.
theotherlestrange:
*rolls her eyes, voice dripping in sarcasm* Good to hear you took my words about standing out and the possibility of the following disturbance to heart. *full out bares her teeth at him* Snyde was as unpleasant as his name suggests and not worthy of the wand he carries. *squares her shoulder in her seat* Could you retire that empty threat already? You’ve been dragging it around like a deflated balloon since we were old enough to reach the liquor cabinet.
*gaze turns predatory as she examines the crowd* We could probably handle it by ourselves and let him clean up the pieces. *leans back into her chair and drapes one leg over the other* Same strategy as the McCabe job?
*backs away, crossing his arms and looks at her* You know exactly what I mean, Lestrange. It doesn’t matter if he was worthy. I was talking about the punishment he was given. *raises eyebrows* Oh, surely I haven’t been using it that long. Your old age must be getting to you.
The McCabe job? Please, refresh my memory. Was the the night you wore the red dress or the black one? *takes a swig of his drink (firewhisky on the rocks) and looks around* Ready when you are, love.
theotherlestrange:
*cocks an eyebrow and twirls her now empty glass* So what’s your plan then? Stand out like a sore thumb? *whisper yells* Look around, you twat. Get yourself a drink, at least try to pretend you’re relaxed, and you might as well get that stick out of your ass while you’re at it. *squints angrily at him* Besides, the only one more arrogant than Rowle is you. It would be impossible not to know when he arrives as he always seems to have to make an entrance.
*hisses* You already know the plan and know the trouble well be in if we cause any disturbance. Do you not recall what happened to Snyde? *turns to go to the bar* If you speak to me like that again, you’ll find more then just firewhisky in your drink.
*Goes and gets her drink comes back, hands it to her and leans in close to whisper* Rowle is late again. Should we get started without him?
theotherlestrange:
If you’re just going to stand there being useless, you may as well get me another one of these.
Stop being a self-absorbed lush and keep an eye out for Rowle. He should be here any moment. I don’t want to have to carry you home... again.
HP Marauder Headcanon:
As was the custom within her family, Narcissa Black was forced to marry Lucius Malfoy almost as soon as they finished school. The first few years were rocky, and Narcissa was still a bit naive and hopeful she wouldn’t have to be stuck in a loveless arranged marriage for the rest of her life. Secretly, she wanted to be loved the way her sister, Andromeda, loved Ted Tonks and vice versa, but with each passing year, Narcissa lost that hope little by little. Several years into their marriage and four years after Draco was born, however, Lucius confessed to loving her for the first time.
rabblestrange:
You’re being melodramatic. If you handle yourself correctly you won’t have to worry about anything of the sort. Dolohov has a way with words because he can’t keep his mouth shut.
*tenses* It seems that you’ve forgotten that I’ve been doing more than just making myself useful for years. *leans against a wall* I can guarantee it’s good. *hesitates* I confirmed it myself. Call it a personal favour.
If I go down, you’re coming down with me. Ciss knows more then she lets on. I can see it in her eyes. She’s overly worried about it all. Dolohov might be a big mouth, but he gets his stuff done and wipes his hands clean of it.
Oh, I’m glad you think so highly of yourself. Take a seat, I wouldn’t want you to fall over because your head is so big. *raises eyebrow* Fine. Tell me how it went about.
rabblestrange:
The only thing that’s more well guarded than your whiskey cellar is Azkaban. No this is from my cellar, you don’t have this one. *pushes his way further in* If you wouldn’t make such a fuss you wouldn’t have to worry about riling anything.
*bristles at the question* Of course I have the information. *tosses a folded piece of paper at him* I’m sure that will suffice.
*tenses* Don’t joke about Azkaban. *hisses* Dolohov just narrowly escaped being sent there. He’s lucky he has a way with words. *looks around and rolls his eyes, ushering him in reluctantly* If you’re not careful, one of us will end up in there next.
Finally, you’ve done something useful for yourself. *unfolds the paper and scans quickly* This is not the news I was expecting.
rabblestrange:
Do you have the patience for fine whiskey? *sloshes the bottle* If the little tykes down he’s going to stay down. I’m sure he has as thick a head and is as heavy a sleeper as his father is.
Are you offering yourself some of my best whiskey? It’s clear you’re not a father. I may be a heavy sleeper, but his mother isn’t. You know just as well as I that it doesn’t do well to rile a swan.
What business do you have here anyways. Have you finally got that information I’ve been asking about?
rabblestrange:
*crosses his arms and raises his eyebrow* Heading to the West End after this I see.
I do not have the patience for you tonight. What is it you want now? It’s late and you’ll wake young Draco.
I don’t know who you think you’re speaking to. Last I checked, this was my house, and you treat me with respect.
Boyd Holbrook
*resettles/centers herself, think a wolf/cat getting ready to pounce* It’s all part of the game, right? *tilts her head, calculating* I think I’ll take my chances without you. I’d have this “bidder” wrapped around my finger one way or another eventually. *heated* I’ve earned my spot at that table. If all I need is a cock to cement the deal *shrugs shoulders* well then I guess I’ll go find one who realizes it’s smarter to stay out of my way. And one definitely more impressive than yours. Goodbye Malfoy, *turns around* and fuck you. *starts walking away*
-grabs her arm as she starts to walk away and he like hisses almost- I said you do not get to walk away from me. -lets say there is a chair nearby or a bench if they’re outside well whatever it is he shoves her into the chair because he’s a meanie and probably bruised her arm then leans in real close and is talking menacingly to her- You haven’t earned anything. Not a spot at the table. Not any respect from the Dark Lord himself. You’re going to have nothing left. -pulls out his wand and runs it along her neck (like fictional villains do with knives)- I told you that you would regret walking away from me.
-frowns- Just want to be ‘round someone who likes me the same when s’just, y’know, us as they do when people are around. Was…was proper pleased when my mum told me that–that you wanted to marry me. -turns a little pink- Had always, y’know, fancied you a bit. You and…and -mumbles- Rabastan Lestrange and Macnair… -clears her throat- Just…just think it’d be nice. Like…like right after we got married. -looks over his face for a moment before sighing and nodding, stepping around him- Okay. M’sorry.
You make me sound like a heartless bastard. Do I truly treat you different when we’re alone? -smiles to himself and hopes she doesn’t see it- You were the best of the bunch. Who knows what those Black sisters get up to in their spare time. -nods stubbornly- Fine, I suppose. Choose a few places we could go and I’ll give you my input another day. -nods solemnly this time- Thank you. -places his hand on the small of her back to lead her inside-
*scans him up and down* What’s truly pitiful is that you believe what you’re spewing. *get’s up all in his face cause is trying to destroy him tbh* Listen to this very carefully. *does the terrifying thing where she whispers in his ear* I don’t need you. I never have, and I never will. You’re just a spoiled, little boy trying to sit at the adult table. *backs off* You’re nothing without me, I’ve been cleaning up your messes since day one. *looks at him again as if she can see all of his flaws* You have nothing left to offer me *squints her eyes* I doubt you ever did.
-just bursts out laughing- Oh, darling Rebecca. Are you trying to scare me now? -stops laughing and looks her all seriously now and crosses his arms- You will always need me. Without me you would just be a pawn in someones game. A toy given out to the highest bidder. You seem to forget you have no power without a male by your side. -looks her dead in the eyes- Your biggest regret would be walking away from me.