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knockturnburke·:

Sometimes he found himself glad that their community was small and tightly knit. Everyone at least knew of everyone else and therefore, the two of them standing side by side, talking out in the open, would not come across as odd to anyone who caught sight of them. “Nor is it mine, though I have not disliked the celebrations” he replied, not at all surprised by Bellatrix’s answer. He was quite sure that a great deal many people at the day’s celebrations were not fond of it. It was a tradition that they continued simply because it was a tradition, whether they enjoyed it or not. 

He pursed his lips for a moment at the question, before turning his head towards her a little with a raised eyebrow. He knew what Bellatrix thought of Ava and his impending marriage to her, and she in turn knew how he felt. She was one of the few people he had ever been able to trust with the truth, because he knew she wasn’t a gossip and would not share his misgivings and desires, but he wasn’t sure how to communicate that the little Nott had started to get under his skin. “She’s not my wife yet, though things are looking promising” he said, his lips twitching. “She is not exactly as I had first assumed her to be”.

The aristocracy had always felt a need to be seen by their peers in an attempt to remind the world that they were here and that they still held their lofty status.  No one here could afford to fade into obscurity, hoping that they could still hold on to their fortune and it was one of the most frustrating things in the world for her.  She hated having to put on a mask in order to be taken seriously by these people.  Her habit of doing whatever she wanted had gotten her in trouble when she was in school, but at least it had been the genuine version of herself.  This act of playing nice still rankled her and only her husband and her lover could be trusted.  

That was part of the reason that she had agreed to help Octavius with the young Ava girl, despite her own history with Tristan.  He was someone that she considered in her circle, although perhaps not the innermost rung and she wanted to help him get what he wanted.  “In a good way or a bad way?” she asked him, though she was sure that she knew the answer.  It was written on his face and the way he nearly smiled just at the mention of her.  “It seems you’ve been doing just fine with little help from me.  I’ll just be here to help maintain the longevity of it.”

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( AUGUST 4, 1978 )

Narcissa sat, one leg draped lazily over the other, as she awaited the disappearance of the sun. As of now, the light hung low in the sky, casting a hazy golden glow over the field. She had never particularly cared for Lammas, but maybe that was just because she had never cared for beer. It seemed such a silly way to cross a holiday off of her favorites list, but Narcissa could not imagine drinking beer for a whole evening, even if she would at least nurse one drink throughout the night. The Blacks were more interested in wine, anyway, so Narcissa tried her best to appear as though she knew absolutely anything where beer was concerned. 

Taking a small sip of the new drink in her hand, Narcissa was surprised to find a sweeter flavor. Raising an eyebrow, Narcissa licked her lower lip, sucking in the last bits of the drink. 

“Have you tried this beer?” she inquired to the person sitting nearest to her. “I’ve never quite had a taste for the drink. Found it quite dull, myself. I believe this is the Dolohov’s, though, and they must do something to the taste because this is quite good.” 

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What was it about purebloods and alcohol in all of its various forms?  Once she had made the decision to stop drinking, she realized just how often it was served at parties and festivals.  It was everywhere and it was taking a strong will to stay away.  In an attempt to keep a sober mind and avoid getting into fights with her husband that she could barely remember, she was still avoiding scotch and even wine.  It was too easy to indulge in both.

Beer on the other hand, she had never had much of a taste for.  It was one of the drinks that she considered a “man’s” beverage.  There was only one or two that she had tried that she actually liked, but the glass that she held in her hand was not one of them.  That was why it remained mostly full in her hand as she attempted to sip on it to finish it while she walked around talking to people.

It was doing nothing for her mood at dealing with everyone and so she made her way over to her sister, where she knew she would have a safe harbor.  “Or is it because you’ve had a few by now?”  she teased as she leaned forward to give her a kiss on the cheek.  “I still find this lacking in all the refinement of wine, although I suppose I shouldn’t be surprised since this is Dolohov.”

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knockturnburke·:

Bellatrix Lestrange was a dark beauty who made most men piss their pants with fear upon her arrival. Octavius was not one of those men, not because he did not fear her, but because he respected her power and charm, and she held his admiration while most men would despise feeling weak by comparison to a woman. The Deatheaters were only just beginning to grow but even Octavius could tell that Bellatrix was a favourite among the Dark Lord’s ranks. he wondered if she knew the purpose of the ritual that night and was tempted to ask her, but refrained from doing so publicly. He was not curious enough for such stupidity. 

“Bellatrix” he greeted in return, inclining his head in her direction. “You are looking well. I am quite ready. It should be a good evening” he murmured, staring at the bonfire as it was being built. “Have you been enjoying the day’s celebrations?”

Most of the people that stood around them were people that they had gone to school with and grown up with.  There were some that she wasn’t the best of friends with or even liked, but at least she could say she knew of them all.  The wizarding community was small and it was both a curse and a blessing.  It was like being surrounded by people who knew the best and worst about her, especially when her family had such a high standing.  Bellatrix had been forced to craft her reputation into something that was respected and feared rather than scorned.

It was a point of pride that she knew Octavius, despite being a man who owned his own store and made a name for himself, was willing to show deference to her.  She wasn’t sure if they would be considered friends, but they were more than acquaintances.  “This isn’t one of my particular favorite holidays.” she told him with a shrug of her shoulders.  “How have things been going with your little wife?”

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Event: Lammas When: August 4th Where: Dolohov Estate, Norfolk With: Anyone 

It was well known that Octavius was not the life of any party, nor could he be counted upon to show much enthusiasm during social gatherings for any reason, which was why, he was certain, he was receiving the many confused glances in his direction. The bonfire was imminent, as was sunset, and though the celebrations showed no true signs of stopping any time soon, he found that he was comfortable and actually enjoying himself a little. 

He knew of course what the Bonfire represented, as the other Deatheaters did, but they were all in the dark with regards to how the ritual worked and what its outcome would be. Still he chose not to dwell on what he didn’t know. If he was to know eventually, he was sure he would be informed and if not, he would accept that.

Wearing linen trousers and a blue cotton shirt, the still warm last days of summer air had him rolling up his sleeves to his elbows. His hair was tied back, though he was tempted to pull the hair tie out of it and let it hang around his shoulders, partly because he was fed up of always keeping it out of view and partly because he knew it would offend a few members of the older generation. Walking across the grounds of the Dolohov Estate, an Estate much larger and well kept than his own, he watched the preparation for the bonfire and barely noticed as someone came to stand beside him.

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The Death Eaters were still a new group, but they were growing from the safety of the shadows.  They pulled from every level of society and each had their own job to do.  She knew that part of her appeal for the Dark Lord was her ability to charm her way through a room while simultaneously sussing out who could potentially be trusted and who couldn't. The other part was her abilities with a wand that was unrivaled by most, simply due to her ruthlessness. None of that earned her a place in the inner circle to know the purpose to the ritual tonight. One day, she would prove more useful to the cause.

For now, she would continue to play the role of a loyal pureblood wife with a glittering position in society. Bellatrix was calm as she made her way through the people assembled there until she saw a familiar face. "Octavius.” she said as way of greeting. He was a friend of sorts. "Are you ready for tonight?"

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siriustheblackstar‌:

He appreciated that Bellatrix did not speak down to him, did not try to condescend, to ensure that he went her way when he was not certain which that was. The jovial smile remained on his face, even as his eyes grew more thoughtful and his facial expressions softened. His lips quirked at her comment. “My grandfather was quite clear about that, from what I understand,” he responded. “Though I was not present for that discussion.” It seemed like the first few days of returning home had been filled with discussions about what Sirius would do now, about what was expected from him by his parents, by his grandparents. And marriage, well, that was something he hoped to avoid if only so he would not be tied to this way of life for the rest of his. “And tell me, Trixie, do you?” he asked with a twinkle in his eye. “Toe the line, that is.” Somehow, he found that difficult to believe.

Sirius barked out another laugh. “I’ve been threatened within an inch of my life about that,” he admitted as he lifted his hand and ran it along his jawline. “And while I do not intend to completely curb my impulses, I know that there are some things that are non-negotiable.” He offered Bellatrix a wink. “I think we could get into some trouble if we wanted to, don’t you agree? Or has your husband taken that out of you as well?” He chuckled, curious about what his cousin’s response would be.

There was the childhood nickname again.  She knew that he must be having fun with this because it was the only reason he kept using it, but for the sake of trying to earn his trust, she would keep her mouth shut for now.  “You don’t need to be there to know what they expect of you.”  It had been drilled into them since they were children.  Even if he had spent the last few years away from them, she was sure that he had no forgotten.  “Behave yourself.  Court a girl.  Make connections with the other families.” That was the reality of their future.   “The usual, Sirius.”

Being the eldest may come with some power, but it also meant more responsibility. She hated it. “It depends what sort of trouble you’re talking about.” she said airily.  Bellatrix had come a long way from her detention days where she spent most of her free time being cooped up with a professor instead of hanging out with her friends.  She got up to a different sort of trouble now, but she couldn’t tell him that. “I have a reputation of a converted housewife now.”  At least she had done her best to appear that way for the sake of her marriage.  She had even stopped drinking, but that was another thing to add to the list of things Sirius didn’t need to know about.

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“You’re right, I don’t,” Tristan said, shoulders shrugging. “I was young and I was listening to what my heart was saying.” His shoulders sagged, tired from the night he had just been through and the conversation they were currently having. Maybe Tristan should have told her sooner; should have let the words slip through his lips. But, he’d never really had a reason to do so before and its as so much easier to avoid than confront. Now that he was going to be working with Bellatrix, Tristan knew that they needed to clear the air. Truthfully, he did feel terrible about the entire ordeal but he could not have married her knowing that she might regret him for the rest of her life.

Meeting her eyes, Tristan tried to find the right words but he had always been quite horrible at speaking. Unfortunately, even his bravery in this moment did not change that fact. “I take responsibility for what I did,” Tristan said, stopping his shoulders from making this statement nonchalant. It was not; Tristan understood that now. He had never known why Bellatrix had been so upset with him, but clearly she was, and it did not matter if he still could not entirely understand. “I did not talk to you because I did not believe you would tell me the truth. I did not want you to live a comfortable life. I wanted you to live the life you deserved with the person you deserved.”

A shrug of his shoulders and Tristan looked down at his feet, as if the sheepish look would somehow make his words make more sense to her. “I don’t know if you understand, or will, where I was coming from,” he said, softly. “And I’m sorry I did not speak to you sooner. I am not very brave, Bellatrix.” A small, sad smile filled his lips. “But I did not want to live my whole life knowing that we both might regret a marriage between us. I couldn’t bear the thought of doing that to you.”

His attempts at explaining his reasoning to her only fell on deaf ears.  Whether it was because she didn’t want to understand or she simply couldn’t understand, it was impossible to tell.  He had always been the better of them whereas she had been the one to do as she wanted without thinking of the consequences and that was part of the reason that they had worked together.  Although he may not be able to temper her anger all the time as no one was able to do that, he had kept her from doing more damage at Hogwarts that she might have done.

If she had only been able to talk things through, perhaps the two of them could have made their way back to the friendship that they once had.  Their relationship had never been sexual and not just because they had been young.  That was simply how they were.  It would have been good for her to have his calming influence now that she and Rabastan were trying their best to ignore each other and pretend that they didn’t look for the other in a room when Rodolphus’ back was turned.  

That was a whole other minefield that she had yet to deal with and she still wasn’t interested in dealing with.  Hell, she didn’t even want to have this conversation, but she had been the one to start it.  “Don’t you get bloody noble with me, Tristan Nott.” she scowled at him.  He had made a decision that affected both of them without even once making an attempt to discuss it with her. “You left me.  At the very least, as my friend, you should have been there and I missed you.”  

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Location: Sip & Smoke

Date: August 1st, evening

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Her dress looked fine. If she squinted just enough, Kiara could almost find it beautiful, a sliver of the night sky against the burnt forest of wood and leather that made up the Sip & Smoke. The internal complaints about her garment had faded with the second glass of fire whisky. She was, by then, able to enjoy her own beauty, smiling at her reflection in mirrored surfaces, almost entirely satisfied. Almost, for the man who was paying for the dress and the alcohol had yet to arrive. Kiara dreaded lateness in others almost as fiercely as she defended it in herself, and she was getting bored of waiting for the ghastly old fuck.

It was by then that her hope arrived. Not in the form of her companion, likely held up in some ministry meeting as he often was, but in that of a familiar face she saw drift by.

“Now, I simply won’t endure a no.” She shot a venomous, taunting smile upwards, hoping to catch them off guard. “Merlin knows I don’t care to make a habit out of buying people drinks, but you look like you’re in dire need of one.” The motion of her arm towards the chair in front of her held an almost predatory grace. Kiara didn’t want company. She never did. What she wanted was a captive audience. “What’s your poison?”

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If there had ever been a Slytherin girl more notorious during their time at school than herself, it had to be Kiara Shafiq.  Even she had to admit a sort of begrudging respect for the girl.  Both of them were well known for their tempers and had seen the consequence of their actions.  The difference was that the Black family had had the money and social standing to make it all go away with little more than a ripple of scandal.  Even Tristan had stayed by her side through it all, remaining at the top as one of Hogwart’s power couples.

She might have lost him in the end with his family not wanting anything to do with her family after her cousin and sister left, but she had still made it out with a more than reputable husband in the end.  All in all, she had faced the least of the consequences where Kiara had become a sort of pariah and that was part of the reason that while she may not allow herself to be seen as best of friends with the girl, she didn’t ostracize her like the rest of the pureblood women.

They were too similar and it was a dangerous combination to have both of them in the same environment together, but she wouldn’t turn down an old Housemate.  “I only look that because it’s been too long since my last.” she said with a small smile.  It had been nearly two months now since she had decided to stop drinking and the results had been worth it, but she desperately missed it. “Nothing for me.  I’m here to live vicariously through everyone else instead.”

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siriustheblackstar·:

There was something to be said about being in the company ofanother who did not mind when his humor was off-color, even if that individualwas the cousin he’d spent years avoiding with the rest of his family. His lipstwitched at the corners and he barked out another laugh at her own comment. “Now,Trixie, I find that unlikely,” he teased as his tone grew a bit more serious. “Ibelieve they’re waiting to see how much I can toe the line before that happens,so I suppose I have some time.” His eyes were still filled with mirth, makingit clear that while he would do what was expected, he would not simply be theperfect Black heir they’d hoped for.

He inclined his head, unwilling to speak much of Regulus atthe moment. Sirius was aware he had not been the best brother, but he had notreturned home in hopes of mending that relationship. It was problematic, though, as he knew repairing it would greatly helphis long-term plans.

“Should I not?” he responded with a question of his own.While he knew that their family was not the most well-adjusted, Sirius alsoknew that being a Black meant protecting their own [of course, perhaps Siriusshould not be considered such any longer, though he did not vocalize thatthought.]. “I do not think you would do anything to damage our family’sreputation more than I have.” He raised a questioning brow.

Her relationship had always been different than the one she had with Regulus.  Her baby cousin was just that.  Someone she considered a baby and needed to be protected.  Bellatrix made sure to keep him firmly under her wing and his rise to position of heir had done little to change that.  The man in front of her, she considered more her equal and spoke to him with the level of honesty she would with Rabastan or Rodolphus.  “Don’t get too hopeful, Sirius.” she warned.  His reasoning had some logic behind it, but she didn’t see that as the route that their family would take as she had experienced it the first time. “They married me off to ensure I toe the line.  They could do the same to you.”

Of all the Black cousins, it had been her that the older ones had been worried would be impossible to control.  None of their warnings about the proper behavior of a pureblood woman seemed to connect with her.  Somehow she had managed to exceed expectations there and become a commanding member of their family.  “I wouldn’t.” she said as way of agreement without actually saying the words that he was correct.  Then Bellatrix gave a small laugh as she added, “I’ve had to put those days behind me, I’m afraid.”  Though that side of her wasnt too far below the surface. “I suppose I should be more worried you might be the one to do something.”

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Mourn Me

This wasn’t how it was supposed to happen.  When she had recruited him into the Death Eaters, she had promised that she would always take care of him.  She had watched over him and ensured that while he was involved, he never went on any missions that could put him in the way of danger.  This was supposed to be a routine reconnaissance mission.  The Dark Lord just needed some information.  No one had seen the ambush coming.

Bellatrix had dodged the first curse that had been aimed in her direction and pressed herself against the wall as light rained down from above.  She did for a second and watched as the spells came flying by, making a note of the directionality.  Only once she had felt as if she had known where they came from had she taken a step out from underneath the awning to fire her own spells.  A few well aimed bombardas was enough to send the men scurrying when the roof tiles beneath their feet exploded out from underneath them.

They scattered and she leaned against the wall.  Her breath was ragged as she caught her breath.  Then she turned to see the damage, but her eyes almost immediately zeroed in on the familiar mop of dark hair laying in the alley.  The same head that she knew nearly as well as her own.  “Regulus!” she yelled, running forward to fall to her knees at his side.  Bellatrix reached out and shook him to wake him up.  “Answer me, damn it!”

He never did.  His body was motionless and his eyes flat as he looked up at the sky.  Tears began running down her face as she tried to keep herself from acknowledging that he now lay dead in her arms.  “Wake up!” she yelled at him, her voice choking on her own words as she pressed her face to his chest.  “Don’t you bloody leave me.”  She would be alone with only Narcissa left.  Two left when once there had been five.

She must have stayed there for nearly an hour, clutching his body and refusing to let go of it.  The tears had begun to ebb, but that didn’t mean that she felt any better.  All of that pain was swirling around inside of her and making it hard to breathe.  She had failed him when she had promised that she would always be there for him.  This couldn’t be her fate.  Was this her penance from a crime of a past life?  Surely no one deserved this fate.

Eventually even she could not deny the truth.  With one last look at her cousin’s body, she stood up slowly and took a breath.  His death would not be for naught.  She let the anger, the hurt, and the frustration flow through her and fill her until it was practically pouring from her eyes as she took in the war zone in front of her.  The men who did this would not get away with what they had done.  They will die and she will be the one to fire the Killing Curse at them.

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Amuse Me

Ever since she had been born, she had seen the difference in the way Druella looked at her and the way she looked at Narcissa.  It was impossible to miss and while she had always been good at hiding the hurt, it was always just there under the surface.  Everything came so easily to her.  The way she carried herself and glided along the floor rather than walking.  She smiled easily and even Bellatrix had a hard time figuring out if it was genuine or fake.

Of course, she never told her sister how she felt and she never truly blamed her for it no matter how jealous she felt.  It wasn’t her fault after all.  She couldn’t help that Narcissa had been born perfect where she had been born as the literal black sheep of the daughters.  They were still sisters.  In their family, that meant everything and the love that she felt for her was greater than the envy.  

As the eldest, it was her job to ensure that Andromeda and Narcissa got what they wanted.  Their success was her success and while she shouldn’t baby her, Bellatrix had never been very good at standing by when she was in distress.  “Hush now, Cissy.” she shook her head at her baby sister, leaning forward to give her a kiss on the forehead before taking her hands and twirling her around.  “I will be your partner.”

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Drink Me - Tristan

Money could buy a lot of things and the Black family certainly had a lot of it.  So when they purchased things, it was often the best.  Her grandfather kept a very well stocked selection of liquor in the Manor and she had heard him talk about how ‘smooth’ all of them were.  She didn’t know what that meant exactly, but she thought that her boyfriend would be the perfect person to test that with.  He was like her best friend.  It was summer break after all.  They still had a month before they were due back at Hogwarts and she was already getting bored.  A bored Bellatrix was a dangerous Bellatrix.

So they had poured a shot of each kind and put them in a line with the intention of drinking them all for comparison.  For academia, they had said.  Of course, by the fifth or sixth, it was impossible to remember why they had started this in the first place.  The room was starting to spin and she found that all she wanted to do was lay out on the rug.  It was just so soft looking.

Soft like her boyfriend’s hair.  She reached out to run her fingers through the strands, enjoying the feeling of it slipping through.  “You can’t back out already, Tristan!” she exclaimed. “If you can’t keep up, I’m going to tell everyone  about the size of your…” Bellatrix pointed at the junction of his legs, but before she could finish her sentence, she fell into a fit of giggles and fell forward so that her head landed on his lap.  It landed just a few inches too close for comfort.  

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Unbind Me / Get Me

It would have been stupid to assume that everyone was oblivious to the work that the Death Eaters had been doing.  Some of them were careless and worried little about making sure that they weren’t caught.  She didn’t want to point fingers, but there were more than a few people that she didn’t trust to be careful.  That only opened the door for people to seek revenge or to try and stop the work that they were doing.

So when the news came that a team had been captured and needed to be rescued, Bellatrix hadn’t wasted a second on thinking about how this could have happened.  She hadn’t hesitated to raised her hand to volunteer for this mission.  Her mind was only on how she would bring them back since Octavius was a friend.

There had been no need to convince anyone that she was a smart choice.  Her wand was quick and there was no hesitation.  That was how she operated and with her partner, that had made it in quickly to where the team was being kept.  “You make a very beautiful damsel in distress, Octavius.” she gave a small laugh as she got to work undoing his ties. “Now let’s get you home to your wife.”

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Unbind Me

Though she had taken it upon herself to take the young Flint girl under her wing, she had been kept busy by the problems going on in her own house to be concerned with her.  It was impossible when her marriage was on the knife’s edge of falling in either direction.  She didn’t even have Rabastan to talk to about it any longer and she was sure that Maida welcomed the reprieve from Bellatrix’s comments about the propriety of her actions.

Still, her troubles didn’t keep her from attending social events and making her way through the crowds to say hello to everyone there.  People danced and laughed around her.  It had the grandness of every other pureblood event.  As the night grew long and she could feel the weariness in her bones, she took a break and made her way out to the gardens to take a break. The fresh air was revitalizing to her energy levels and it put her in a good mood as she took it in.  

Bellatrix began to move past what she assumed was gardener’s shed and nearly walked by it without another glance until she heard a knocking sound come from it.  She moved towards it to open it out of curiosity and found it wouldn’t budge, so she aimed her wand at it and with an alohomora, it obeyed her will.  Who she saw stumbling out in a disarray had her shaking her head.  “I would ask how, but I don’t want to know the answer.” she said in what she hoped was a stern voice, but she couldn’t hide the smirk from her face.  

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