Gossip most refined
“You know, you’re quite possibly the only member of your family I find tolerable?” Valentina said idly, head tipping to the side as she rubbed at the back of her neck, fingers digging in and causing something to shift unpleasantly. While Valentina’s irritation with Rabastan usually centered on his refusal to name her properly, she hated Bellatrix with a fire that was unrivaled.
“Although that wife of yours is a discredit to any family name she’s attached to.” Letting out a sigh, Valentina reached out to pick up her tea cup and wondered not for the first time if she could get away with murdering Bellatrix. Perhaps Rodolphus wouldn’t mind, but sadly the Dark Lord might miss his dearest sycophant and Valentina had spent too much time toeing the line to throw herself in danger over one loathsome woman.
Out of all the death eaters to be taken out or caught during the mass attack in March, why could she have been one of them? Clearly some force in life wished to be cruel and Valentina tapped a manicured nail against the side of her cup as she looked at Rodolphus. “Does your job at least keep you busy and absent from that harpy? I imagine the fear lately has been profitable for you. You’re welcome for rescuing your gossip writer at the award ceremony, he was so distressed that he was smoldering.” @editor-in-strange