December 27th: Becoming Bellatrix Lestrange
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Bellatrix shivered, smirking down at Rodolphus as he adjusted her garter. She reluctantly untangled herself from him, but didn’t desert her place on his lap yet. “Please don’t say ‘I told you so.’” She laughed. A wicked look glittered in her eye. “That sounds like an excellent idea.”
She snatched the tie from his open hand, wrapping it around her neck and quickly and methodically tying it into a neat knot. It was a very un-Bellatrix action- she was aware of it. “I learned how to do it when we were still in school. So many idiots lost Slytherin points for sloppy uniforms, so I learned how to tie a tie so we wouldn’t lose the house cup.” She slipped it off her neck and placed it back in his hand.
The mischievous look returned to her eyes, and she quickly slid the garter down, off her leg, and pressed it into his hand. “You get to hold onto this for a while. I want it back later though.” She said, crawling out of his lap and standing up. She adjusted her skirts so they fell back to the ground nicely, and reached out to wipe a smudge of dark crimson lipstick from her husband’s cheek. “Ready to head back to hell?”
“I remember,” he murmured, a small grin across his lips as he finished fastening the buttons of his shirt and fixed his tie back into place. Back then he had done the same, taught the younger boys, and going back even further he could remember teaching Rabastan. “I used to do that too…but for some reason they all seemed to flock to you.” He gave her an exaggerated expression of shock.
Rodolphus tucked the offered souvenir into the pocket inside his jacket. “You’ve got yourself a deal Mrs. Lestrange.” he smirked and allowed her to wipe the smudge from his face. “One sec,” he reached out to the fluff her skirts around her before standing to face his wife. “I have a feeling it’s not going to be so bad.” He held out the crook of his arm for her to take. “At least we’ll get cake out of it.”











