#with bellatrix lestrange

[bertiebertaubrey]

🍺 okay, fmk: alina travers, bellatrix lestrange, ophelia rowle???

Can’t I just kill Alina and Bellatrix, and marry Ophelia? I really don’t want to fuck anyone, and Ophelia’s actually nice.

@alinatravers @ofmaledicta @opheliarowle

[deathqueen]

𝚆𝙷𝙾: Narcissa & @hellsbxlls​. 𝚆𝙷𝙴𝙽: January 16th, 1979. 𝚆𝙷𝙴𝚁𝙴: A Pub in Knockturn Alley.

𝙳𝙴𝚂𝙿𝙸𝚃𝙴 𝙴𝚅𝙴𝚁𝚈𝚃𝙷𝙸𝙽𝙶, 𝙽𝙰𝚁𝙲𝙸𝚂𝚂𝙰 𝚂𝚃𝙸𝙻𝙻 𝙲𝙰𝚁𝙴𝙳 𝙳𝙴𝙴𝙿𝙻𝚈 𝙵𝙾𝚁 𝙷𝙴𝚁 𝙳𝙴𝙰𝚁 𝚂𝙸𝚂𝚃𝙴𝚁, who had been her number one confidante growing up in their household. Bella is as much her best friend as she is her sister, and they’d grown up as each other’s protectors, the keeper of their secrets. ( Andromeda, at one point, had been a part of Narcissa’s life too. Of course, that had all gone up in smoke as soon as she’d married that Mudblood. )

And yet, she’d been avoiding dear Bella. Primarily out of guilt, but Narcissa is adamant on acting as if nothing has happened, if only to maintain some amount of normalcy in a world that is rapidly looking as if it would not. She’d reluctantly agreed on meeting at some discrete little pub in Knockturn Alley — in fact, aside from one sullen looking wizard, she is the only other patron in the shop.

Per usual, Narcissa is early, and she orders a glass of firewhiskey, if only because she assumes the pub would not stock her favorite bottle of elfen-made wine. Hearing the door swing open, Narcissa turns. “You’re late,” she jests, swirling her glass around. “You look good, Bella. I hope you don’t mind that I’ve started.” She raises the glass and gives her sister a small smile.