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[bellatxrix]

bellatrix smiled as people went past her- there was a time when people would annoy her somehow- try to talk to her, try to rile her up, but ever since the news about the death eaters escaping, they would only run away from her and it made her feel the power she’s always wanted. so, she just watches people go by, with a smile that ain’t anything but murderous. although, she does look like she’s waiting for someone, anyone to start a conversation that’ll make her enjoy this even more.

[its-remus]

Dated: August 9th, 1985 Location: London; Remus and Sirius’ flat @sriusblvcks

Remus apparated with a crack, the noise echoing down the hall in the narrow entrance to their flat. He waved his hand to remove the protection charm at the door before twisting the handle and pushing it open.

"Padfoot-” Remus called, shutting the door behind him. His shoulders were stiff, voice earnest as he continued. “Sirius, you need to see this.”

The werewolf’s knuckles were white where he grasped onto a copy of the Daily Prophet. He hadn’t heard the report that was streaming on the Wizard Wireless Network earlier that morning, instead glancing at the headline on his way to the store. All thoughts of groceries and the breakfast he had planned to make for the pair disappeared from his mind as soon as his eyes had scanned the dark words staining the front page: Mass Breakout at Azkaban.

“There are at least seven.” He continued, the corners of his lips pulling into a frown as he read over the article. “Maybe more.” The werewolf recognized some of the names: a few of them, they had come to know more intimately over the years, having come to face to face with the figures in dark masks. He wondered how long it would be until Dumbledore reached out to the Order and called a meeting.