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Starter for: Evelyn Zabini @zabinixevelyn Where: her wedding When: during dinner

As much as Bellatrix could not care less for weddings, she had been flattered that Evelyn wanted her as Maid of Honour. Truly, she hadn't realised she'd made such an impression on the younger witch. Her initial inclination had been to refuse, especially considering she had just fulfilled the same role for Narcissa not so long ago. But her desire for games and cruel mirth overruled, and she decided to accept in hopes that Evelyn would kill the man before the day - or that she'd have the opportunity to toy with him herself. There was a part of her too, that felt she could not leave her - friend, she supposed - to endure such a horrible day all alone without a shred of feminine support.

So here she was, dressed in the lilac slip that Evelyn had chosen. It was far from her usual selection of heavy dresses, but she had no shame in her figure and did not think twice about the way the material hugged her curves. The only alteration she had made was to combine it with long gloves, refusing, point blank, to commit the atrocity of concealing her Dark Mark with magic. She would never.

The ceremony passed. The reception, too. By then, she was becoming impatient, and as dinner rolled around, she accepted that Evelyn wasn't going to do anything to her new beau. Lingering by the bar with Rodolphus for a while, she then abandoned him in favour of approaching the high table, inserting herself between Evelyn and Zafar just as soup was being served. She'd been on her best behaviour. She deserved a little frivolity.

Looking between them a moment, observing two miserable faces, the male seemingly horrified by her presence, she lit up and laughed. "Worried your soup is poisoned, Zafar?" Bending forward, she snatched up his spoon and dipped it deeply into his bowl, then raised it with a show to her lips. She never did anything by half. Good thing she liked the flavour.

Pausing indicatively, she dropped the spoon back down. "Oh, too bad. It isn't."

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Open Starter: please, starting with 1x character per RPer! (feel free to DM if you'd like more!) Where: the Malfoy/Black wedding When: flexible

As a child, Rabastan had loathed weddings. They were far too noisy, too crowded, and pointless. Times had changed - at least to a certain extent. He didn't mind them so much, these days. He recognised the importance of the ceremonies; the joining of two families, committed to each other for the benefit of their futures. But most of all, they were generally decent affairs, with worthy company and excellent surroundings. The best families did so enjoy trying to outshine one another. He'd expected nothing less from the Malfoys and the Blacks, and they had not disappointed. It was simply a pity that they had chosen to marry in the middle of a war. Some might think it unwise or indecorous; Rabastan merely thought it inconvenient. He could have been elsewhere, doing something more valuable for the cause. But he was happy for the couple - his friends - and he committed himself to making sure their day proceeded smoothly.

Presently, he'd taken residence beside the alcohol, where he'd helped himself to a glass of champagne. Since no one required him, he was content to linger quietly alone, though he scanned the surroundings and observed the other guests as they milled around.

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Gift for Evelyn Zabini @zabinixevelyn, upon hearing of her engagement. Delivered by Rabastan's house elf with a simple note.

Commiserations. - Rabastan.

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Starter for @evelyn-zabini At: Evelyn's home

Rabastan appeared suddenly, cloak swirling and dust kicking-up in the air disturbed by his apparition. It was relatively late in the afternoon, but not too late that Evelyn would not be at home. Vaguely, he considered that he should have warned her of his arrival. But it would be a fleeting visit, and he was sure the surprise would be welcome. She was a spontaneous creature, after all. She was vivacious and untamed.

Lingering in the entrance hall while an elf fetched her, he studied the surroundings, which had once belonged to Benjamin. Too bad for him. The man had been a fool. With thoughts of whether Evelyn had killed him filtering amusingly through his mind, he turned to greet her as the sound of her stride grew louder.

"Hello, Evelyn. I have a gift for the boy." Directly to the point, as always. Gesturing to a small table, he indicated a puzzle box poised there innocently. "But don't let him touch it for too long. It's cursed." And valuable, of course.