#c: brigitte

[french-louis]

{{ @brvgitte }}

“Ah, Your Grace,” Louis began as he caught Brigitte making her way through he corridors. Undoubtedly, the siege could have frightened her and perhaps even confused her. Burgundy and France were indeed close allies, but he hoped her family would understand the delicacy of the situation and the secrecy required. “I have been meaning to speak with your mother, though I cannot find her. Perhaps you would be willing to take on some of the duties you will have in the future. I will be requiring reinforcements as a precautionary measure, I do hope Burgundy will be able to oblige?”

[wewatchover-blog]

It was one thing to have found herself woken so harshly from already some terrible sleep, but Brigitte found it all the more horrifying to feel someone’s hand around her throat, and a face that was worse than any nightmare she could think of. Black had dragged her out from her very basic lodgings, and muttered something snarky about how lucky she was. Whatever he meant, it couldn’t be anything good, but soon they were immediately in another place entirely? A darkly lit laboratory, or a basement?? Her form was lifted a little higher, that palm on her throat constricting a bit, but not for too long as she was suddenly tossed forward and onto the cold floor. Coughing, holding her throat, she glanced back furiously and barked with a strained voice. “What---the-hell--isyour--damn problem!??!!?!” Black of course wasn’t even looking at her, his face torn up in something of disgust, and he had his eyes ahead. “Here... a little gift for you, Doctor. A little reward for all of your efforts, and what a marvelous job you’ve been doing so far. I thought it best I find someone closer to your own little clan, or whatever it is called... An old allegiance? Hmph, whatever.” Brigitte looked ahead as well after he was finished, eyes wide in confusion. Just what the hell is going on!?! | @talonedbanshee |

[penelopegoldstein-blog-blog]

dear best friend.

imperfectdelacour.

Como siempre, había quedado en ir a Hogsmeade con Brigitte, era la única razón por la que iría a en realidad, pues si su mejor amiga no estuviera, probablemente se quedaría en el castillo, aprovechando que se encontraría prácticamente sin ningún estudiante y así por fin sería libre de poder caminar por los pasillos sin ningún temor. Pero como ese no era el caso, se había dirigido a la salida, jugando nerviosa con sus manos y esperando ver aquella cabellera rubia en cualquier momento, pues entre más rápido llegara su amiga sería mejor, con Brigitte se sentía segura y tranquila, dos sensaciones que le gustaría sentir más a menudo.