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[bellatrix-lestrxnge]

Starter for: Evan Rosier @rsrevan Where: the Selwyns' NYE party When: the beginning

If not for Evan, Bellatrix would have declined the Selwyns' invitation. He was her favourite cousin. She was hardly going to leave him alone with the viperous future in-laws, though she had absolutely no doubt that he could more than look after himself. Frankly, his engagement was infuriating. He was clearly thinking with his dick instead of his brains. Idiot. The most stupid and absurd thing about the whole charade was that she knew he did, in fact, have a rather intelligent brain in that stubborn numbskull of his. He just seemed to have forgotten about it. Well, she was hardly going to allow it.

So here she was, sauntering through the ballroom as though she owned it. Her eyes were fixed upon him like two gleaming bullets, and she gravitated through the dancing couples, paying them absolutely zero heed. Not a single one bumped into her. Perhaps it was the force of her pacing, or the air of utterly impatient distaste that emanated from her elegant figure. She was a slender thing, but tall and imposing despite her femininity. In a dress of blood red, she stuck out like a sore thumb - just how she'd designed - and as she drew beside him, she placed an openly affectionate kiss to his cheek.

"Evan, my dear. What's with the long face?"

[r-lestrcnge]

Starter for: Evan Rosier @rsrevan Where: outside Rabastan & Emmeline's business When: very early morning

Rabastan had not yet slept. Neither had Knockturn Alley. It never did, thrumming instead with dark deeds at any time of day - even at this unseemly hour. He appeared in sudden silence, still enlivened by the thrill of lingering adrenaline. There was not much that could tip Rabastan from steady calm to thrilled excitement, but the progress of the war was doing a fine job. He threw himself into it wholeheartedly, fiercely committed to ensuring the correct outcome. As he pulled away from the shadowy corner in which he stood, he slipped his mask into his cloak and moved seamlessly into the steadily flowing traffic.

Evan Rosier's presence by the door of the shop was unexpected, but not undesired. Rabastan thought nothing of it, only wondering if he was there for a purpose that had not been resolved this night. He could not imagine what he had left undone before leaving the Dark Lord.

"Hello, Evan." Stepping beside him, he removed the wards from the door, pushed it open and stepped through. Leaving it ajar for the other man, he pulled off his cloak and threw it roughly towards a coat stand, whereupon it affixed itself to a hook. He waved his wand towards it, a more gentle spell removing blood and other stains. "Do you require something? And would you like a drink?"