Warrior not Worrier

Death comes to those who dare break the Family Line!

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Panic! at the Event {Bella & Dirk}

Bellatrix always wanted to see France. A country that was so close to her own, she figured that she would see Paris and Touslouse but whenever she brought up France during holidays as a vacation, her parents shot it down. They never wanted to visit France, for whatever reason it was—sometimes it was that France carried *other kind there* and she thought it meant Muggle-Borns. However, England also had them, surely France would not be all that different. So during her time as a child, and at Hogwarts under her family’s rule, she never managed to visit any part of France. Now, as an adult, married, and outside of her parent’s rule, she took the opportunity to finally travel to France for France was holding the Quidditch Cup—FRANCE vs KYRGYZSTAN The bad part? It was August. August meant heat. August meant flies. August meant humidity. Bellatrix and heat? She would crucio the temperature if it was possible for her to do so. She knew that it would displease her parents, and she did not know if her sister would attend as Bellatrix would have loved to see the event with Narcissa. Either way, she could not afford to miss a chance to travel to France. And here she was, in Paris, watching the event. Truthfully, Quidditch never interested Bellatrix. She was never a fan of it during Hogwarts, and never took a liking to using brooms. She is ever so fortunate that her Lord taught her how to use unsupported flight—really, the entire game was such a bore to her. She sat down in a box that was near the Ministry of Magic, of course she would never be near the poor ones and she thought that she would be entertained but as her chin on her hand, it was the exact opposite. She watched the players swish, make ducts, search for the Snitch, bump into each other. Quidditch was never her favour until a smile reached her eye, and her lips parted in a smirk. She decided to make the game interesting since she did pay good money, she should be entertained, correct? Currently, she was not and that is a problem. She whispered a few words and suddenly the broom from the Krygyztan’s player made a sharp turn, smashing him into a side of the wall. Sadly the audience managed to part before they were hit. Nevertheless, Bellatrix whispered another spell that caused a French player to crash into the aforementioned Krygztan player. People screamed and the Ministry himself was too shocked to do a damn thing as Bellatrix caused players to smash into each other and others. She finally ended by blowing a fire spell into the air—papers, cloth, anything with a hint of flammability that were on the walls caught aflame and for the hell of it, since brooms were made out wood she casted a fire spell on them too. Those players would either hang onto the burning wood or let go, dropping to the ground. At this point massive chaos broke people storming to leave caused people to become trampled and stepped all over the place and their bodies. The walls were covered in flames which smoke, the most dangerous spreading all over the place with a simple wind spell. Bellatrix turned on her foot, with an eerie smile she left the burning area. People were rapidly leaving, probably back to their portkeys while Bellatrix  calmly walked until she bumped straight into somebody “What the hell?!” Bellatrix screeched as she stumbled a few paces back, “did you not see me or something!?”

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The Cause of the Family {Bella & Reg}

hBellatrix knew that there was something wrong with the Black brothers. Bellatrix knew that the eldest Black brother would do something drastic since he was sorted into Gryffindor, of all houses. Sure, her sister, Andromeda betrayed the family and married a filthy creature but at least she was sorted into the Slytherin house. At least she did not break the Black family tradition.  I should have killed him from the very start

Bellatrix grumbled as her boots hit against the pavement in quick angry steps as she made way towards 12 Grimmauld Place where the Black brothers lived and most importantly, the youngest one.  If I killed him maybe I would still have my sister Bellatrix quickly shook that out of her mind—her sister was a traitor and that was the end of that. Although, Bellatrix knew that if she did not have her other sister, Narcissa...What could she do? What would she do? It is no secret how horrid the Black parents acted. Shivering, remembering her father. Therefore she knew that she had to reach out to Regulus. Her dearest cousin. Her sweet cousin to make sure that he would join the Right path and not obtain any silly ideas from his eldest. Yes, when she heard that Sirius Black left, abounded the family she knew that she had to reach out to Regulus.  Oohhh he should be the one to burn him off of the tree! If Auntie did not get to it first! Excusing herself into the house hold, she was greeted with an empty sight.  “Regulus?”  Bellatrix walked around the first level of the house, seeing things in an eerie silence. “Honey?” She walked towards the stairs, perhaps he was in his room?  “Are you here? It’s me, your cousin...Bellatrix!” She tried to be gentle with her words, not to cause harm or fear. She truly wanted to connect with him. “In fact, where is Kreacher!?”  @lixnhearted

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Bon(e) Appétit {Bella & Rod}

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The sight of her husband should have calmed her, but if anything, it enraged her. She was not in the mood to be taunted, or teased. The last person she wanted to hear a teasing tone was from her husband. Her husband who her mother forced her into a marriage. Sometimes, she looked at her husband and all she saw, all she thought about was how controlling her mother is. Bellatrix saw how much power her mother has over her. Sometimes.  Other times, her husband brought her calm. She has a place with him, in this house. She has a place that is no longer the eldest Black sister. The Black sister who is supposed to be an example. Of course, how could she defy her own mother? Her own family?  Sighing, she rose from her seat, walking towards Rod, snatching the knife from him, “Traditional” She spat, “Well, my mother isn’t here, is she?” She was beyond angry, but raging, “unless my mother hired a spy?” Her eyes went to the poor house elf, it would be just like her mother to threaten an elf that did not belong to her to ensure that her dearest, eldest daughter was doing her proper duties.  However, when Rodolphus spoke Bellatrix became distracted, focusing only on her husband. “My, my…” It was surreal how Bellatrix shifted emotions. She was beyond anger a few moments ago, causing the air to become thick and uncomfortable to a flirting nature. She twirled on her boot so she ended behind him, wrapping her arms around his torso. Holding the tip of the knife against his clothes, lightly, “You do know how to excite me, don’t you?”  “Tell me, Rod, how would you hurt her? How would you kill her? Would you drag it out of her?”

Rodolphus could almost see the clogs turning in her head as she looked at him, as though she were deciphering him. Or deciphering them, maybe. Either way she appeared to be looking for something that he didn’t think he had the answer to.

He stopped himself from rolling her eyes as she snatched the knife from him but couldn’t help the irritation that budded as she turned on the elf. It wasn’t that he cared about the elf, he had barely even noticed it; it was because she was questioning his authority in his house. As if her Mothr would have any say over any of their elves. “Do you truly believe your Mother has more power over the house elves than I do, Bellatrix?” he asked, thinly, “As scary as she is, I don’t think she’s quite that bad,” he continued, sarcasm lacing his words. 

Click.

Just like that her mood changed and Rodolphus wasn’t even surprised. They knew each other well enough by now to know what made the other tick. And he knew Bellatrix well enough to know her emotions could change quicker than the flick of a switch. With the right words anyway. He smirked as her arms wrapped around him, chuckling ever so slightly at her question. “Of course I do,” he murmured. “It would be a tragedy if I hadn’t figured it out yet, Mrs. Lestrange.”

“As if I would do any less. What would be the point of it all if I didn’t drag it out?” he asked, prying the knife gently from her hands. His words and tone played a stark contrast to his words, imagining what he would do to her dear Mother. “First, I would take a sharper knife than this,” he ran the knife lightly along her wrist to her elbow, “and make her apologise for everything she has ever done to you. Any little thing.”

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Bellatrix purred, leaning further into her husband, wrapping her arms tighter around his torso. She didn’t mind that he took the knife from her hands, and even found it exciting when she felt the knife glaze on her skin. “Would you do it...?” She whispered into his ear, “Would you make me bleed? Bleed for you?” Nipping at the outer tip of his ear, she wondered how far he would take the knife. She was in a dangerous position with a man she considered to be dangerous but for the fuck of it, she found it thrilling. “What if we kill her tonight? Or better, what if we kill my father? My mother is a bitch, but my father...He’s the worst” Talking about killing her mother excited her, but killing her father? Bellatrix found that to be justice for what he done to her. “I’m sure you understand, Rod.” Leaving his ear to rest her chin on his shoulder, “Being the eldest, you’re always set as the example.” Her facial expressions turned soft. Following Bellatrix’s emotions was like a crusade—anything could set her off and anything could change her. “Sometimes, the example for curses, too.” She closed her eyes, leaning against Rodolphus, recalling her father, her use as an example, “Staying here keeps me away from them, Rod.”  

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Burn, Burning, Burned {Bella, Andy, Cissy}

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ms-andromeda-tonks:

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Later on she would recognize the tight feeling in her chest as foreboding, warning that something was off, that something was wrong. There was tension in the room, not the usual easy calm between sisters, but a heightened sense of unease. Cissy brushed this thought away, nothing was wrong, clearly Andy was just upset about leaving her and Narcissa was as well. Nothing could be wrong. 

The response her sister gave to the light teasing about packing caught her off guard. Narcissa was the one with all the books, not Andromeda, she usually borrowed whatever she wanted to read, but not without asking. Narcissa furrowed her brow and tilted her head to the side, questioning. “You do not have that many, you better not have taken all of mine! I need them to go back to school next week.” 

“Two weeks? But you will not see me until Christmas!” Narcissa stuck out her bottom lip in a small pout, hoping somewhat that perhaps the thought of missing seeing her baby sister off to her final year of school would cause her to return early, or not go at all. Recon did not seem like something a lady, particularly not a Black, should be doing. It sounded dangerous, and while Cissa was sure Andromeda could handle herself, she did not want her sister getting into any fights, it was unbecoming. 

The happy energy that had filled Narcissa at the sight of her favorite sister deflated. She wouldn’t stay even one more night. She was clearly too important, too busy and grown up for her little sister. Her heart sank, she supposed she should get used to this. Bella was married, Andy would be soon, and it would only be Cissy alone in the cold house to grow into an old maid. She furthered her pout. 

“I am sure she did not intentionally forget to tell us, Bella.” Narcissa soothed, taking her role as the peacemaker between her two more outspoken sisters. Narcissa rarely stood up to Bellatrix, and tried to soften the eldest Black’s sharp edges and temper with her own soft nature. 

She did not like to be touched, but did not mind when her sisters did because she trusted them to know they would not hurt her physically. She did not know where her distaste for contact came from, perhaps from the limited amount of affection she received as a child. Still this hug felt different, a finality to the embrace that ached with unsaid words. Cissy laid her head softly on her sister’s shoulder, enjoying the soothing feeling of soft fingers through blonde strands.

The hand was suddenly yanked away and Narcissa darted to the side, heart racing in apprehension at the unexpected roughness from Bellatrix. What was going on? Why was Bella being so forceful? “Please, do not shout Bella!” Narcissa pleaded, she did not like when people shouted. But her eyes could not help but zero in on Andromeda’s left hand, empty of the large diamond Narcissa had secretly envied ever since Lucius Malfoy placed it there. 

“I am sure it is nothing Bella!” Narcissa did not shout, but her voice raised in fear. Bella’s wand was now pointed directly in Andromeda’s face. Panic flashed across Cissy’s mind, she did not know what to think, she didn’t know what was happening. They had fought before of course, but they had never used wands. How could Bella do this? Narcissa was frozen in place, half wanting to run away and half wanting to step in between them. “She only took it off as not to lose it in Spain, right Andromeda?” She looked back at her sister, eyes wide and pleading. “It does not mean anything else, you are still going to marry Lucius, aren’t you?”

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Deep down, Andromeda knew it had to come to this. Later, she would be thankful for those few seconds she managed to hold Narcissa before her hand was yanked away. The action was jarring. Instinctively, protectively, she moved to take a step between the youngest and the oldest - like she was taking her rightful spot as the middle sister.

Bellatrix’s wand was on her and Andromeda eyed it. Never once had they pulled wands on each other and the weight of such an action was not lost on her. A cold seriousness crept over her. It was sent steel down her spine and made her stand up straighter. She’d hoped for too much when she’d hoped to slip away quietly into the night. She shouldn’t have put it past Bella not to put up an actual fight. 

“Have you forgotten that we’re still sisters?” Andromeda said, throwing her sister’s words right back at her and gesturing towards Bella’s wand. Who pulled a wand on their own sister?

“I’m not going to fight you Bella.” She added firmly, but the grip on her own wand tightened slightly. Andromeda was actually telling the truth about this. She wouldn’t fight Bellatrix, but Bella was known to fire without hesitation and Andromeda wanted to be ready to make sure that both she and Cissy would not get hurt.

(And the fact that Andy was even having this conversation with herself was so surreal to her. The thought she would need to protect herself from Bella? Bella, her older sister Bella? The woman whose room she had slept next to for the entirety of her childhood. Bella whose hair she had once braided one halcyon summer… It was uncharted territory.) 

Narcissa’s voice broke through the thin layer of ice that Bellatrix’s action had set over her heart. The complete blind faith in the sound of her voice struck the young witch. Andromeda’s conscience took her by the shoulders and shook her. That’s when she realized - she could not leave, not like this. She had to tell them something. She had tell them something that was true. Sisters. They were still her sisters. The words stuck in Andromeda’s throat and she had to claw them from her body and force herself to say them. There was a pause - a few seconds that stretched out into eternity for Andy - before she said:  

“No Cissy. I’m not getting married to Lucius.. I… I’m in love with someone else.”  Only once in her life had Andromeda heard the sound of a muggle gun shooting. In the vast emptiness of the manor, that’s what her confession sounded like now. The confession tore through the space between them. That was all the truth Andromeda could bare in the moment. She dared not mention Ted’s name. She knew her sister and there was no doubt Bellatrix would seek to kill Ted without hesitation. The only thing keeping her from already having done so was the mere fact that she’d only run into Ted within the safety of Hogwarts’ four walls.

Andy shifted so that she was more solidly between Bellatrix and Narcissa. 

“Put away your wand Bellatrix. It doesn’t need to come to this. You’re going to what? Curse me? Put it away Bella. Don’t put Narcissa in danger too.”

“I would never hurt Narcissa!” Bellatrix almost never used her sister’s full name. Bellatrix was hurt that Andromeda would say that—Bellatrix? Hurt Narcissa? “I’m not the one who lied to her and is going off to Merlin knows where!” Bellatrix shrieked, holding her wand in a defensive position, right in front of Andromeda’s wand. Bellatrix was ready to fight, hex, curse, and maybe even kill. Truthfully, Bellatrix did not want to fight Andromeda. Andromeda is her sister. Bellatrix remembered when their mother was pregnant with Andromeda. She remembered the day Druella gave birth. She remembered Andromeda’s first words, first spell, first time purchasing a wand. She never thought that she would be the one pointing a wand to her sister. She always envisioned her, and her sisters, both fighting for the Cause. Like a family, fighting together with the Dark Lord.  “Do mom and dad know?” She spat, “Do they know that you’re not marrying Lucius?” Bellatrix stepped to the side, still pointing her wand at Andromeda hoping to reach around Andromeda so she could grab Narcissa. Right now, Bellatrix does not trust Andromeda and wants her youngest far away from her. Thus, she walked in circles around Andromeda. Hoping for a space so she could grab Narcissa out from Andromeda. Neither her eyes nor her wand left Andromeda.  “Who is it?”  She asked softly, “Who is it Andromeda? Who convinced you? Who manipulated you? You’re marrying into a fine Noble family. One that will help us and our Cause” Her voice almost into a whisper, “Is it him? Is it that filthy creature from Hogwarts? Well, tell us the truth for once if you are truly our sister!” Perhaps it was the height of the moment. Perhaps it was the fury of the moment. Perhaps Bellatrix just snapped for in that time and space she was gone. She entered into a new world. A world where the woman standing in front of her was not her sister but another person. She waved her wand and out came a spark. Arrows flushed out of that spark, heading towards Andromeda “Description!”  @blackdaffodill

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The Black Family Re-Imagined as Famous Art Periods

Bellatrix Lestrange as The Baroque Period

My technique is imitated by the vermin that populate the studios of Rome - Caravaggio

Andromeda Tonks as The Impressionist Period

Everyone discusses my art and pretends to understand, as if it were necessary to understand, when it is simply necessary to love. - Claude Monet

Narcissa Malfoy as The Romantic Period

A taste for simplicity cannot endure for long. - Eugène Delacroix

Regulus Black as The Realistic Period

It is the treating of the commonplace with the feeling of the sublime that gives to art its true power. - Jean-Francois Millet

Sirius Black as The Surrealist Period

Surrealism is destructive, but it destroys only what it considers to be shackles limiting our vision. - Salvador Dalí

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[thestrangestwarrior]

The Black Family Re-Imagined as Famous Art Periods

Bellatrix Lestrange as The Baroque Period

My technique is imitated by the vermin that populate the studios of Rome - Caravaggio

Andromeda Tonks as The Impressionist Period

Everyone discusses my art and pretends to understand, as if it were necessary to understand, when it is simply necessary to love. - Claude Monet

Narcissa Malfoy as The Romantic Period

A taste for simplicity cannot endure for long. - Eugène Delacroix

Regulus Black as The Realistic Period

It is the treating of the commonplace with the feeling of the sublime that gives to art its true power. - Jean-Francois Millet

Sirius Black as The Surrealist Period

Surrealism is destructive, but it destroys only what it considers to be shackles limiting our vision. - Salvador Dalí

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Bon(e) Appétit {Bella & Rod}

{I wanna take you to a shipwreck A thousand miles underneath the black sea It looks like everybody’s sleeping But look close they are dead indeed I wanna lead you to an armchair Deep black in the files of my mind I wanna sit you in the candle’s light Where I’ve been spendin’ all of my time}

When Bellatrix slammed the door she mirrored the chaotic wind and echoed the thunder. When Bellatrix, soaking went stepped inside, she mirrored not only the unforgivable rain but also the whirlpool which caused a ruckus inside of her. Her boots clicking against the floor as the house elf scurried to clean after her. Bellatrix was too fast and she was in no mode to slow down. In fact she stopped, only to turn around—”Why are you so useless!” She sent a kick to the house elf. “Faster!”  Turning around again she stomped off to the dining room table. It was dinner, and she was late. Incredibly late, actually. She was sure that the food would have been cold, or at least warm, on the brink of coldness. She ripped the chair from the table, and sat down, creating a splash effect. She knew that she was causing water damage, but she also knew that it was not her job to clean.  Taking down her hood, the tips of her hair stood at a frizz caused by the wet fabric.  “She is such an insufferable woman!” Bellatrix unbutton her jacket, standing up a bit to pull it off of her and throw it to the floor for the house elf to attain to it, “Who the hell does she think she is!” During her entire outburst she never so much said hello, or even looked for her husband. “Yes she is my mother but I swear!” She picked up the fruit knife, pointing it at the very end of the table, to empty space “The chance! - The chance I get to Avada Kedavra her head off I would in a second!”  She threw the knife. It went through the wall.  “I demand that you burn every picture we have of my mother! Burn her off! Burn her away! Do it quickly before I crucio you again!” She barked at the battered house elf.  “Or!” She pointed to tell the creature to stop, “Bring them to me and I’ll burn them!”  Beaming.  Crack “Hurry up!”

[messr-black]

Rodolphus was generally a patient man. If he wanted something he didn’t mind having to wait for it, as long as he got what he wanted in the end. But one thing Rodolphus did not like was being made to wait. He was the most patient man in world when waiting for information or something that he could use for his own benefit. He could wait forever if it was his choice. Waiting for his wife to come home for dinner didn’t not fit into any of these brackets so he was less than impressed when she didn’t return home when he expected her to.

The slam of the door alerted him when his wife finally did come home. He finished off his drink slowly before standing to go greet Bellatrix. Leaving the front room, Rodolphus walked to the dining room and stood in the doorway of the second entrance to the room, leaning against the door way. He arrived there just as she started ranting about her Mother, though he wasn’t sure she even noticed.

He couldn’t help but roll his eyes at her outburst, putting up his hand to stop the house elf from doing anything, as he walked properly into the room. He stayed silent, walking over to the far wall and pulling the knife out. Twirling the knife between his fingers he finally turned to face her. He repaired the wall with a vague wave of his wand before he spoke, “I’m sure she’d be delighted to hear you were throwing knives at the table. Very traditional.”

“What did she do then?” he asked with a raised eyebrow. “I’m presuming she’s the reason you’re home hours later than expected?”

He paused.

“If you truly wanted her dead it is very easily done.” He had no qualms about killing her mother if she wanted him too, or even about her doing it herself. She had never seemed like a tolerable woman to him but then again he was not the more tolerant man.

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The sight of her husband should have calmed her, but if anything, it enraged her. She was not in the mood to be taunted, or teased. The last person she wanted to hear a teasing tone was from her husband. Her husband who her mother forced her into a marriage. Sometimes, she looked at her husband and all she saw, all she thought about was how controlling her mother is. Bellatrix saw how much power her mother has over her. Sometimes.  Other times, her husband brought her calm. She has a place with him, in this house. She has a place that is no longer the eldest Black sister. The Black sister who is supposed to be an example. Of course, how could she defy her own mother? Her own family?  Sighing, she rose from her seat, walking towards Rod, snatching the knife from him, “Traditional” She spat, “Well, my mother isn’t here, is she?” She was beyond angry, but raging, “unless my mother hired a spy?” Her eyes went to the poor house elf, it would be just like her mother to threaten an elf that did not belong to her to ensure that her dearest, eldest daughter was doing her proper duties.  However, when Rodolphus spoke Bellatrix became distracted, focusing only on her husband. “My, my...” It was surreal how Bellatrix shifted emotions. She was beyond anger a few moments ago, causing the air to become thick and uncomfortable to a flirting nature. She twirled on her boot so she ended behind him, wrapping her arms around his torso. Holding the tip of the knife against his clothes, lightly, “You do know how to excite me, don’t you?”  “Tell me, Rod, how would you hurt her? How would you kill her? Would you drag it out of her?”

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Burn, Burning, Burned {Bella, Andy, Cissy}

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ms-andromeda-tonks:

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Narcissa was grateful that it was dark so that her sister could not see her pout when she was told to hush. She did not like when Bella tried to boss her around, even though her older sister did so often. Narcissa was used to it, and always listened. So she hushed and did not argue back or even reply, Bellatrix said everything she wanted to hear so there was no reason for Narcissa to add anything. 

The darkness should have seemed suspicious to Narcissa, but she did not really pay that much attention. In her mind, it confirmed that her parents were not at home. Perhaps they would stay out late, and not bother her when they got home and Bella was gone. She would pretend to be asleep so her most likely drunk mother could not berate her about how no one wanted to marry the blondest and littlest Back. 

The luggage was a large amount, as if someone were almost moving out. Narcissa thought her parents might move to one of the country homes when she went back to school. But it did not seem like them to have bags sitting out by the door when she was not leaving for another week. Bella’s hand was in front of her, almost holding her back. Later, Narcissa would find comfort in this gesture, see it as proof that at least one of her sisters cared for her. But now it was just annoying. 

“Of course I am here,” She smiled, her voice noticably happier than it had been before. Andromeda always made Narcissa seem welcome. “Yes, they are at the Nott’s, hopefully they will stay out late.” She mused lightly, the deep dislike of their parents was something that bonded the three sisters deeply. Although Narcissa bore most of their criticism these days. 

At the sound of Bella’s question, an elf appeared in the doorway and started lighting the lamps. The room came into focus and Narcissa was able to look up at Andromeda on the landing, leaning over the banister. “Do you have to go tonight? Can’t you stay for a bit?” She pleaded, sounding more childish than she wanted to. 

“So they are your bags? Where is that horrible job sending you?” Narcissa liked to think that her sister hated her job, and only took it to fill time and seem useful. To think otherwise would defy too many of the rules that kept her world in order. Pureblood women did not work. “Have you ever learned to pack lightly, Andy?” Cissy teased, “These bags look as if they hold everything you own!”

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Andy was trapped there now, almost like the bars that made the bannister of the staircase were her cage. Finally, her legs managed to move and she descended the staircase till she reached the landing. The entire action seemed to happen to someone far away and Andromeda was just watching this happen from a distance. The letter was slipped into the pocket of her robes. Her hands immediately went to her hips, akimbo. This kind of banter was common between the sisters and it was easy to fall into the routine once more. Andromeda tried not to think how it might be for the last time.  

Bella’s loud words were all too familiar and Andromeda rolled her eyes at them. Still, she pulled out her wand from the sleeves of her robes and cast ’lumos’ so that a bright light lit up the foyer. 

“There, better?” She said with a small smirk. Bella and her dramatics. Not that Andromeda could talk - it was a trait that was definitely hereditary. And if anyone ever doubted Narcissa’s lineage, they simply had to look to her similar predilection for melodrama.  

“You caught me right as I was leaving. Didn’t think anyone was coming home for a while so I told Eld to dim the lamps for the evening."  

Lies. Andromeda hadn’t even bothered to turn up the gas lamps when she’d arrived. She’d done most of her packing in the dark. The act most likely came from the subconscious need to not be too aware of what she was doing. Her gaze turned to her younger sister then, and she couldn’t help but smile just a little.

"You know me Cissy. What would I do in the inn if I didn’t have just every book of mine to keep me company?”

Another lie, but a far less malicious one and perhaps her sisters would call this one out in a heartbeat. It was rather well known that Andromeda kept very few books around. While she had a fierce love for reading, the young woman just didn’t have too many of her own. Most of her books were borrowed or gifts or her sisters. She was the kind of person to dog ear her pagges and write in the margins. She forgot them places in places all the time. All of this stemmed from the simple fact that Andromeda was the kind of woman who wanted to live her adventures rather than just read about them. Speaking of adventures, that’s what this was to Andromeda. At least, that’s what she kept telling herself. 

“They’re sending me to Spain, just to do some recon. It’s looking like it’ll be for two weeks. Maybe more. I’ll write if it is." 

She wouldn’t. 

Cissy’s request to stay for a bit tugged at her. Would staying one more night really make a difference? Yes. Andromeda at least knew herself that much. If she didn’t jump at the very second she wanted to, she would never jump at all. 

"I’m afraid I can’t wait much longer." 

Maybe she shouldn’t have, but she did anyway. Andromeda reached out to close the distance between her and Narcissa and wrapped her younger sister in her arms. She hoped that Narcissa, with all of her distaste for physical contact would give her this small kindness. Maybe with time, she’d forgive her for this.

"I’m going to miss you both." 

And it must have have been the way Narcissa’s hair flowed through her fingers as she softly stroked it, but Andromeda realized that a familiar weight was missing from her hands. She hoped in the dim light of room, neither of her sisters would notice that the engagement ring Lucius had given her was missing from her finger. At the moment, it was upstairs on her bed next to a piece of parchment that simply said the words: I’m sorry. 

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Bellatrix was a woman of many attributions. She was talented, wicked, a little unstable, but she was not an idiot. Her actions may show her as a child throwing a temper tantrum, but. she is not an idiot. She was part of Slug Club during her time at Hogwarts. She excelled in magic. She is the oldest Black sister, and she made sure that people knew that about her. And Bellatrix knows when someone is playing a trick right in front of her.  Her gaze stared at Andromeda, refusing to move, even as her sister moved closer to Narcissa. Everything was odd. The lights were not on. The house elf did not appear when Bellatrix opened the door. Her parents were not home. Which was not odd, but they would at least let Bellatrix know since she walked Narcissa home from her house. Lastly, Andromeda claimed that she was being sent to Spain, on business—and did not bother to tell her. True, Bellatrix was not close to Andromeda, but Andromeda is still her sister. What would Bellatrix do when Andromeda is suddenly gone? “You’re going to Spain of all places, and you couldn’t bother to tell us?” Bellatrix’s voice raised, half in disbelief and half in anger, “What, did you forget that we’re sisters?” Bellatrix was angry. She believed that Andromeda was lying to her.  One hand still on her hidden wand, her free hand she reached out and snatched (rather rudely) Andromeda’s wrist. She took out her wand, whispering a spell to cause light. She pulled Andromeda’s wrist towards her face simultaneously bringing the illuminating wand towards the wrist.  “Where is your ring, Andy?” She spat her sister’s name, “Where the hell is your ring!?” She flung Andromeda’s wrist away from her, turning her wand so it was facing her sister, “Tell us the truth! How dare you lie to me! Your own sister!” @blackdaffodill 

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                         The Black Family                                    Toujours Pur 

Kevin Spacey as Cygnus Black  Lynda Carter as Druella Rosier Black  Megan Ory as Bellatrix Black Lestrange  Tatiana Maslany as Andromeda Black Tonks Holliday Grainger as Narcissa Black Malfoy

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QUIDDITCH WORLD CUP 

August 12th, 1978 

FRANCE V.S. KYRGYZSTAN

As the score stands, France has beaten Norway and Kyrgyzstan has beaten Ireland thus determining exactly who will be going head to head in the finals for the 1978 Quidditch World Cup. The game will take place at the French National Quidditch Stadium during the weekend of August the 12th. Tickets for both the game and reservations for the camping ground have been sold out since the beginning of this year.  

This year’s match is bound to be an exciting one. France’s teamwork has proven to be unbeatable so far. With arguably the best chasers in the league this year, the French (for once) are proving to be formidable opponents. That said - there is no one better to take them on than Kyrgyzstan. Kyrgyzstan’s team is unparalleled in speed. The team however, must prove that it can overcome its dark past; four years ago, at the last World Cup, Kyrgyzstan was disqualified for an illegal snitch capture. The 1974 game saw Kyrgyzstan Chaser Almazbek Jeenbekov catch the snitch and hand it off to the seeker Andrey Isanov mid-air. 

More than the match, attendees look forward to the half-time shows from both countries. The French team boasts a parade of unicorns along with a special presentation from the Beauxbatons choir. Meanwhile, the Kyrgyzs are already facing problems as they try and transport hundreds of rocs for their halftime show. The giant bird-like creatures will no doubt be impressive. Hopefully, they will take to the climate of France. 

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I have a head canon that Bellatrix knows: French, Italian, and German. I also have a head canon that Bellatrix knows enough Bulgarian, and Swedish to get by because she wants to visit Durmstrang.

[thelovejournals]

Both she and I have grief enough and trouble enough, but as for regrets – neither of us have any.

Vincent van Gogh (via thegreatestlestrange)

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Bon(e) Appétit {Bella & Rod}

{I wanna take you to a shipwreck A thousand miles underneath the black sea It looks like everybody's sleeping But look close they are dead indeed I wanna lead you to an armchair Deep black in the files of my mind I wanna sit you in the candle's light Where I've been spendin' all of my time}

When Bellatrix slammed the door she mirrored the chaotic wind and echoed the thunder. When Bellatrix, soaking went stepped inside, she mirrored not only the unforgivable rain but also the whirlpool which caused a ruckus inside of her. Her boots clicking against the floor as the house elf scurried to clean after her. Bellatrix was too fast and she was in no mode to slow down. In fact she stopped, only to turn around—”Why are you so useless!” She sent a kick to the house elf. “Faster!”  Turning around again she stomped off to the dining room table. It was dinner, and she was late. Incredibly late, actually. She was sure that the food would have been cold, or at least warm, on the brink of coldness. She ripped the chair from the table, and sat down, creating a splash effect. She knew that she was causing water damage, but she also knew that it was not her job to clean.  Taking down her hood, the tips of her hair stood at a frizz caused by the wet fabric.  “She is such an insufferable woman!” Bellatrix unbutton her jacket, standing up a bit to pull it off of her and throw it to the floor for the house elf to attain to it, “Who the hell does she think she is!” During her entire outburst she never so much said hello, or even looked for her husband. “Yes she is my mother but I swear!” She picked up the fruit knife, pointing it at the very end of the table, to empty space “The chance! - The chance I get to Avada Kedavra her head off I would in a second!”  She threw the knife. It went through the wall.  “I demand that you burn every picture we have of my mother! Burn her off! Burn her away! Do it quickly before I crucio you again!” She barked at the battered house elf.  “Or!” She pointed to tell the creature to stop, “Bring them to me and I’ll burn them!”  Beaming.  Crack “Hurry up!”

[thestrangestwarrior]

{Black Sister’s Playlist}

«The Alphabet Serial Song» You may have a heart of gold And arms of steel And all the precautions you could take. They just won’t mean a thing If you don’t mind your P’s and Q’s and ABC’s «The Fine Art of Poisoning» Not for the frail of heart The vengeful must play their part A friend to the bitter end Or so they say Nice and slow Misfortune will flow «Tilted» I miss prosthesis and mended souls Trample over beauty while singing their thoughts I match them with my euphoria When they said, “je suis plus folle que toi” But I’m actually good Can’t help it if we’re tilted «When I was a Young Girl» Then we married, married, married Then we married then, oh then Then he died, died, died Then he died then, oh then It was a boo-hoo this-a-way Boo-hoo that-a-way Boo-hoo this-a-way then, oh then «I’m Only Happy when it Rains» You know I love it when the news is bad And why it feels so good to feel so sad I’m only happy when it rains Pour your misery down, pour your misery down on me Pour your misery down, pour your misery down on me «Have You Seen My Sister Evelyn» Have you seen my sister Evelyn? Dang she’s gone and wandered off again. I’ve been looking high and low, Where oh where’d my sister go? She’s been known to spend some time, With a sailor friend of mine. «Kings of the Worlds» We know how to live We squeeze the juice from every moment We make love day after day night after night We sing we dance It makes no sense being careful We know time flies like an arrow We take every risk thats out there We’re prepared to take the chances

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Reckless Charm {Bella & Sam}

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samael-avery:

thestrangestwarrior:

She sent a sharp look to towards the Wizard, “Are you saying that you think about dear little old me?” Her voice raising higher towards the end of her sentence to showcase her mocking tone. Her feelings for Samael troubled her. Bellatrix always followed the rules set by her parents, even if she broke rules during her time at Hogwarts. She was raised to listen because her parents always knew better and they knew best at how to keep their family motto always. Yet, for some reason, somewhere underneath her flesh and in between her bones she felt heartbreak. A hollow sadness that was shrouded by other conflicting emotions which Bellatrix would not dare to venture forth. However, she could not help but suck in her breath a little when he went past her. She was being taunted, and that very same place where her emotions lie she knew that the exact reason why. The reason which Bellatrix would never allow to reach the surface. “Paradise?” She scoffed, “You would know soon enough once, or if you get married, Sam.” Her voice thick, “Don’t you want to continue the Avery line?” This time she went to him, of course with the necklace hidden somewhere on her. “Least our kind becomes the last. You wouldn’t want to contribute to the decline of us, right? That wouldn’t be noble of you.” She stood right next to him, looking at what he was watching behind the glass if only to avoid looking straight at him.  “I could use a cup of coffee, at least, but I don’t want to be outside with all the brats running around.” She was purposefully close, with centimeters of space between. It was an odd dangerous game that Bellatrix played. She did not know the outcome, or how the game would end, or what would happen next, but she knew that she enjoyed the game and could burn almost anything to the far corners of her head.  “Maybe some pub, where children are not allowed.” 

“Of course I think about you Bellatrix, removing you from my memory would be exhausting. I considered going down that path but after much consideration i decided it just wasn’t worth it” it was a lie, but a convincing one. After everything that happened he had tried to wipe any memory of her. Tried to replace any part of him that felt something for her. Oddly when it all happened he didn’t blame her at first, he blamed himself for ever allowing himself to end up in this situation. He should have seen it coming but he allowed himself to be weak and to get hurt.

She would never apologize for what happened, and Samael would never acknowledge needing an apology. Though at this point the words would be hollow to him, they would just be a vague reminder of what happened and would simply threaten to allow a glimpse of the younger man that once cared for such things.

“Yes love, Paradise” he repeated. “You married a man from one of the most prestigious families there is. A strong man. A man that was everything your family, or you could ever want. I’d expect nothing less than paradise from such an arrangement” he allowed more malice and resentment to linger on his words. “I’ll continue the Avery line when i choose to. I’m not much of a fan of being a puppet for others to place with. I make my own decisions”.

It had been the anger from all of this that helped him kill his father, otherwise he may have been set up in a betrothal at a young age as Bella had been. Usually the Avery children waited until their early twenties to challenge their fathers, but Samael was filled with anger. He channeled the anger of what she had done. He made sure no one could ever tell him what to do anymore.

He allowed his eyes to meet with hers for only a moment in the reflection of the glass, a rare moment of weakness but a needed moment. His eyes dragged back down to look at some of the objects that sat on the shelf behind the glass. “The decline of our society won’t be because a generation doesn’t have a child, or doesn’t get married. I’m doing my part for our society, married with children doesn’t need to be a part of it. I’m doing my part”.

“Well go to my manor” he said as though the decision was already made. “I have some of the best coffee selections I know of in London. I import it from all over the place”. He straightened up before turning to face the woman that lingered close to him. “I trust you remember how to get there and I don’t need to hold your hand and apparate you there?”.

Bellatrix frowned, “It was not my idea to marry Rod, nor did I have a choice in choosing who I would be betrothed too. As part of the Scared 28, you understand that parents chose their children’s engagement.” His response infuriated her, and Bellatrix was never one with a poker face. When she was displeased, she showed it. Bellatrix had an interesting way of showing her displeasure for she whipped out her wand, turned around and sent a stack of trinkets and papers flying to the other side of the room. Causing damage (which no doubt she could afford) and ruckus. It shook up the other customers, and the owner sent a side eyed.  Bellatrix was never one to hide her emotions, nor was she one to think through them clearly and carefully. Her physical response gave enough of a reply towards the paradise comment. She knew that she was causing a scene in front of people in the afternoon and she knew that she was causing a scene in front of Samael, the man she thought she would eventually marry at the end of Hogwarts. Did Bellatrix care? Not exactly. If anyone approached her, she would curse them at best. It was like she was in a bubble, where only she and Samael existed.  Bellatrix could not disobey her parent’s orders, because that mean disobeying the family, which meant that she was no longer holding true to the Black family motto. How could she, the oldest of the Black sisters act if her name was burned off of the Family tree? She would rather die than face that humiliation.  After a few more hexes, some more shouting of incoherent words, Bellatrix turned to Samael, smiled softly. A rather strange occurrence after her tamper tantrum,  “The decline of our society will happen because more Pure Bloods like ourselves are not having children.” Bellatrix replied smoothly. Samael infuriated Bellatrix and she wanted him to know.  Bellatrix decided not to bring up his words about thinking, remembering her. Least she would have to admit that she too thought about him. That she too remembered those nights together. That she too remembered how she felt the night she was told that she would marry not into the Avery family, but into the Lestranges. Oh what is marriage but a contact of upper class society! It was fitting for a Black to marry a Lestrange! “You don’t need to hold my hand.” Was her only reply toward’s his request. Of course, she remembers everything. 

[thestrangestwarrior]

Burn, Burning, Burned {Bella, Andy, Cissy}

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ms-andromeda-tonks:

blackdaffodill:

Her parents were out, attending some event only for adults, and as Cissy was still only 16, she was sent off to her sisters. She hadn’t exactly paid attention to where they were going, probably to one of the other old Sacred 28 families, to sell Narcissa off to the heir of another great lineage. She didn’t mind, Cissy wanted a wedding, she wanted a marriage. Mostly she wanted to be adored, attention and affirmation. In the mind of the still naive girl she was, her husband to be would instantly love her, and if not, she would always have children. 

Still, it worried her a bit to see that Bella wasn’t entirely happy in her marriage. Narcissa was observant, quiet and obedient, she’d learned to read people early on in order to avoid her mother’s ever changing mind and her father’s cruel temperament. So now she simply listened as her sister spoke, nodding occasionally. She would never say that she was afraid of Bellatrix, but she had a far easier time speaking to Andromeda, her middle sister was not as intimidating. The house rose out of the shadows as they made their way up the front walk. Narcissa felt no attachment to her childhood home, it was the cold dark place where she felt the least wanted. She was much more comfortable in the dungeons of the castle, and was excited to return to school in a week. 

“Mother and Father are out, they went to see the Nott’s I think.” She murmured in response. Narcissa would never say aloud that she too sometimes wished her parents dead, but the malice in Bella’s laughter frightened her a bit. “Andromeda is wonderful, still working at the ministry though.” Narcissa made a slight face, she did not think it was proper for a woman of their status to work. “But she is very lucky to have Lucius, I think they will be happy.” She smiled, perhaps Andromeda was home now, and the three of them could spend time together in a way they had not since before Bella’s wedding. 

“Bella!” Narcissa gasped, “You should not say such things, he is no longer an issue.” She pushed past her sister and into the foyer. The lights were on, which was unusual for when no one was supposed to be home. Maybe Andy was home. She stepped in further and caught sight of the luggage standing by the door. “Do you know if mother and father are travelling?” Cissy turned to ask Bella, before looking around for her sister. “Andy?” She called through the dark house, “Are you home? Bella is here!” 

@ms-andromeda-tonks

She’d taken to avoiding the manor when she could. The hallways and the drawing rooms and the studies and the libraries were starting to weigh on her and Andromeda felt a sort of tripping guilt whenever she walked amongst them these days. She’d taken up some small flat near the Ministry as of late, using work as an excuse to no longer live with her parents. Her family hardly saw it as a respectable thing for a young witch to do, but in their mind’s eye, Andromeda’s marriage to Lucius was just around the corner and this was merely a minor passing inconvenience.

There was that guilt though, and it came back full force when she stepped in the manor this evening. Andromeda be lying if she said she didn’t know the source of the trepidatious feeling. It was a long time coming really. The very ideals that made this house her home had begun to fade over the years and it was only now that she actually dared to give it a name. There was a catalyst for this of course and that catalyst came to her in the form of Edward Tonks. The events of that very evening already felt distant to her - Ted’s impassioned words, his intense gaze, his certain hold on her - and Andromeda realized that the only reason it felt like it had happened years ago instead of just hours ago was because it was a matter she had decided on, in her heart of hearts, so so so long ago. The fact of the matter was this: Ted could have asked her to marry him at just about any moment in the last four years and Andromeda would have said yes in a heartbeat.  

‘Will you marry me?’

She didn’t even need to say yes. He knew. She knew. They knew. 

Despite this undeniable need to jump headfirst into a new life with Edward, there was a part of Andromeda that wanted - needed - to look back to the family she was leaving behind. There was a deep irony in her middle name being Eurydice; in moments like these she felt far more akin to Orpheus. Like Orpheus, Andromeda would look back, she’d compromise them all, but she’d do it without hesitation for the sake of love. In this case, for the love of her sisters. 

So she was back at the Black Manor. She’d waited till she was sure her family was out of the house. The antique sconces were dimly lit when she entered and she waved away the house elf that tended to her immediately. Andromeda made quick work of gathering her belongings. Her room was untouched other than the daily dustings it was subject to and it wasn’t long before she’d set her luggage by the door.

Then came the real work of heart - the letters to her sisters. You could always tell when Andromeda wrote a letter; she was a passionate person and she wrote any correspondence in equal measure. She rarely stopped to see if the ink smudged, her hand moving as fast it could to keep up with her thoughts. The ink usually got everywhere and the scrawl of her handwriting always titled forward. 

Her hands weren’t touched with ink now. There was little to say.

There was one for Bellatrix and one for Narcissa. She’d left Bella’s on her pillow in plain sight. Cissy’s would meet a similar fate. But it was just as she was crossing the threshold of the youngest Black’s room that Andromeda heard the front door open and Narcissa’s voice ring out.

Andy’s heart dropped so fast she was sure it left a hole in her chest from where it had just been. She leaped back into the hallway to lean over the banister. Sure enough, there were her sisters, standing in the foyer. There was no way they missed the luggage, but that was easy enough to cover. Work is sending me away! I’m not sure when I’ll be back. Narcissa’s letter would crumple simply in the palm of her hand if they hadn’t caught a glimpse of it already. It was Bellatrix’s letter that was the real difficulty. Andromeda immediately wondered (prayed, hoped) if she could make it back to her sister’s room and stow the letter away in a place where the oldest would find it only when it was too late.

For now though, she painted a smile on her face. She’d gotten so much better at lying. 

“Cissy! Bella! I didn’t think I would see you tonight. I haven’t seen mother and father around - I can only assume they’re with the Lestranges or the Notts.”

This was not how things were supposed to go and Andromeda would have done just about anything to make sure it hadn’t happened like this. This was her real mistake though: she shouldn’t have looked down to meet their gaze - just like Orpheus shouldn’t have looked back.  Once she did, she found herself rooted to the spot. Her hands gripped the banister tight, pressing Cissy’s letter between her palm and the polished wood.

“I wish I could stay, but I’m afraid work is sending me away for a few days. Auror business. You know how it is.”

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“Oh hush, Cissy” Bellatrix snapped, “He should be hexed for even thinking about it! Can you imagine? Someone with no magical parents talking not only to a Pure Blood Witch but one that comes from the Black family?” Bellatrix rolled her eyes, “Don’t tell me that you care for him. So what if he wakes up one day with a nice little surprise...” Bellatrix stopped her sentence when the door was open, only to be met with darkness. Which was odd because the house was never completely dark. Usually some candle lights would float, or at least lights from the house elves.  The complete darkness put Bellatrix on edge. She felt something was off. Various scenarios ran through her head that either ended her dead or locked at Azkaban. One hand went to her wand that was concealed, while the other instinctively went in front of Narcissa, almost as if out of habit. Darkness in a place where it should not be completely unnerved Bellatrix.  Before Bellatrix could say anything, Narcissa had already called out for their sister. Bellatrix could curse Narcissa, and any other time she probably would have, or at least threatened it.  “Cissy!” Bella hissed, “We don’t know why...” She stopped as soon as she heard Andromeda’s voice. Bellatrix visibly relaxed, even removed the hand that was in front of Narcissa, bringing it back to her side, although her other hand did not leave her wand that was hidden, resting on her hip.  “Andy...” Bella called out, “Why is the place so dark? Where are the house elves? Is another one dead?!” Not that Bellatrix cared so much, but she knew the trouble it would cause to find a new one. And for a Black witch to do house work? Bellatrix would rather rip her nails off.  “Someone light a damn candle or something!”  @blackdaffodill

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Reckless Charm {Bella & Sam}

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samael-avery:

He didn’t hate Bellatrix. Despite his cold demeanor toward her at times, or how harsh his words could sometimes be he didn’t hate her. Not because he wasn’t warranted it, he truly believed it was within his right to hate her for everything that happened but he couldn’t feel such an emotion. Hatred would only show her how much what she did truly broke him, it would make him weak. It would make him a victim and the last thing Samael Avery would ever be was a victim. He would sooner cut his own skin with a wound twice as harsh.

“If you don’t think about me it’s almost as impressive as you thinking about me non-stop. Our minds automatically think of people. If you turned yours off to me completely, that is quite impressive. And deliberate”. He set the item back on the shelf before turning back to face Bella. “I didn’t say that. I said, If you knew your path today would end up with us in the same place you wouldn’t change it”.

“Aw” his voice was cold, and though he was only a few feet from her it still felt distant. “Problems in paradise with your husband?” he asked taking a few steps forward, letting his body brush slightly against her as he moved past her to begin inspecting some products behind a glass showcase. “A break?” he asked. “If you had ran into another person they may offer to get you lunch or a drink. Not quite our scene though. Would you like to vent? I’m a very good listener”.

She sent a sharp look to towards the Wizard, “Are you saying that you think about dear little old me?” Her voice raising higher towards the end of her sentence to showcase her mocking tone. Her feelings for Samael troubled her. Bellatrix always followed the rules set by her parents, even if she broke rules during her time at Hogwarts. She was raised to listen because her parents always knew better and they knew best at how to keep their family motto always. Yet, for some reason, somewhere underneath her flesh and in between her bones she felt heartbreak. A hollow sadness that was shrouded by other conflicting emotions which Bellatrix would not dare to venture forth. However, she could not help but suck in her breath a little when he went past her. She was being taunted, and that very same place where her emotions lie she knew that the exact reason why. The reason which Bellatrix would never allow to reach the surface. “Paradise?” She scoffed, “You would know soon enough once, or if you get married, Sam.” Her voice thick, “Don’t you want to continue the Avery line?” This time she went to him, of course with the necklace hidden somewhere on her. “Least our kind becomes the last. You wouldn’t want to contribute to the decline of us, right? That wouldn’t be noble of you.” She stood right next to him, looking at what he was watching behind the glass if only to avoid looking straight at him.  “I could use a cup of coffee, at least, but I don’t want to be outside with all the brats running around.” She was purposefully close, with centimeters of space between. It was an odd dangerous game that Bellatrix played. She did not know the outcome, or how the game would end, or what would happen next, but she knew that she enjoyed the game and could burn almost anything to the far corners of her head.  “Maybe some pub, where children are not allowed.”