#bellatrix-lestrxnge

[slwagatha]

where: Blenheim Palace, Selwyn Wedding who: @bellatrix-lestrxnge

Today was the happiest day of Agatha's life, something she'd been dreaming of for so long finally coming true. Everything had been perfect, to the last detail, but what she considered to be most memorable was the fact that all the people she'd wanted by her side had been there for such a special moment. The witch had been swirling around a congratulatory wave of people, ever so thrilled, until she spotted a more than familiar face. The excitement washed over her, pulling Bellatrix into a hug even if knowing she wasn't particularly into this kind of demonstrations, but she was emotional and her friend was there, she couldn't quite help herself. "Ah, Bella, I'm married!" She chimed in between tears and laughter.

[rsrevan]

where: lestrange manor who: @bellatrix-lestrxnge

Ever since the new year started, Evan had been keeping mostly to himself, only engaging in the eventual night out for drinks but certainly not allowing any meaningful conversations. The one person he'd chosen to share the details with, outside of the ones who'd been made aware by his ex-betrothed, was his dearest cousin. He'd taken it upon himself to send an owl explaining how things had gone down after their last conversation and roughly what his next plans were. One thing alone was certain, he was not about to get betrothed again and he would have his fair share of fun, having been respectful of his bond to Alara for so long to have her calling him a cheater nonetheless, seemingly looking to blame him for her own shortcomings in their relationship. Realizing just how much he'd given up for their marriage to work had turned him into a rather weary wizard, what use was there if the other person wouldn't acknowledge any of it, turning him into a monster out of convenience to justify a decision she never had the guts to make.

Perhaps he was bitter, betrayal bringing out the worst of him, but the news of his cousin's disappearance fell heavy on his shoulders, finding more than enough reasons to leave the manor and make a proper comeback. First things first though, as he'd showed up at the Lestrange Manor, sitting comfortably in the living room waiting for his cousin to join him. His expression alarmingly calm, the corners of his lips pulled upwards as the witch walked into the room, her presence always noticeable. "Darling," he paused, greeting her, "it might be high time we took matters in our own hands. Got a bit of that thirst already, if you know what I mean."

[davinaswilkes]

Davina might not have the funds to support the lavish lifestyle that she always dreamed of, but in some ways, she had something much more important- connections to several important Pureblood families. It wasn't enough, of course, but it was something, and she hoped that eventually those connections would pay off. Her mother encouraged her to be as charming and sociable as possible- after all you never knew when the right person would walk in and sweep her off her feet.

Having lunch with Bellatrix Lestrange was more than just a chance to be sociable, though. Davina had idolized Bellatrix for as long as she could remember. She was strong and powerful, fierce and unrelenting. Of course, Davina had been raised to be nothing of the sort; she was supposed to be prim and proper, but a part of her thought that she could be a bit more like Bellatrix when the time came.

It was almost a relief, though, when Bellatrix arrived just in time to scare off the loser wizard. "Hello, darling, I'm glad that you showed up when you did." Davina shook her head. "No need to apologize, I can't imagine what you're dealing with. I don't know how you do it."

Lunch dates were hardly Bellatrix's style. But with the war raging ever more ferociously, she deserved a short hiatus from all the doom and gloom. The problem was, it followed her - and she was more than willing to embrace it, with all the control of a witch whose conscience was riotously askew. Spotting Davina's familiar figure across the room, she approached and was ready to apologise for being late. The accursed Ministry had her completing all kinds of forms, these days. As if it wasn't enough that Aurors might try to kill her, she'd probably have to do the paperwork for the privilege, too. The sacrifices she made for the cause. It would all be worth it in the end.

Halting beside Davina, she bent down to press an air kiss to the blonde's cheek, her own ebony hair falling across her shoulders like a weighted shroud. "Hello, my dear." Remaining as she was, poised over the table, she turned slowly to face their unwelcome guest and leant upon a palm placed against the surface. Her stare could melt steel, such was her impatient hostility. "You can leave, now."

Silence, their eyes flickering and her chest heaving. Then the wizard did indeed depart. She sat, chuckling wryly and reaching forward to pick at a few olives on the table between them.

"Sorry I'm late, Davina. Couldn't get out of that hell hole." Looking up, her lips cruelly curved and she turned, gesturing for someone to take their order. "No matter, though. It'll be ours soon."

[xrodolphusxlestrangex]

where: lestrange cottage. who: bellatrix; @bellatrix-lestrxnge.

Upon apparating to the Lestrange manor after visiting the Dark Lord, the blood coursing through Rodolphus' veins was on fire. He could feel it flowing with excitement and anticipation. He could hardly wait to tell Bellatrix what their Lord had in store for them. It was right up their alley. It was something only the two of them could accomplish the way it needed to be handled. The sadistic pair was about to come out in full force. It had been too long since they had such a fun mission placed in their hands. The couple seconds to apparate was too much but when he finally made it --

"Where is my enchanting wife?" Rodolphus sang out loud. He wandered into the manor and headed toward her study where she spent much of her time. The door was cracked. He wrapped his fingers around the door jamb and opened it slowly. "My dear," he whispered loudly, slowly entering the room. "You will be happy to see me this evening." He walked to where she was sitting and placed his hands on her shoulders, rubbing them.

"I have a huge surprise for you," his voice became smarmy. "The Dark Lord wishes for us to find Duncan Blishwick. The pureblood who has made the colossal mistake of switching sides and giving out important intel." Rodolphus went to face his wife and crouched down. "We get to find him and take care of him in any way we like. Teach him who's boss and what turning your back on the Dark Lord does. How does that sound?" He said with a raised brow.

Rodolphus stood up and held his hand out. "Apparate with me?" he asked with a sly smile.

[pandoraxnott]

Pandora had spent the last couple weeks tweaking with the clock, pleased with the final product that she pulled out a piece of parchment and sent an owl to the one that was most curious about this item. - @bellatrix-lestrxnge

Dear Mrs. Lestrange,

You requested that I reach out once I have corrected what needed to be done on the clock. I have made all adjustments that were needed and when you have time, I would appreciate if you would come when you have time to take a look at the finished product.

Take care,

Pandora Nott

[alastormagnusmoody]

Where: St Albans Cathedral, St. Albans, UK Who: @xrodolphusxlestrangex, @bellatrix-lestrxnge, @luciusmalfoyx, @rsrevan, @r-lestrcnge, @ggathena TW: Blood, Violence, Murder

With a loud crack, a large, cloaked figure appeared in the shadow of a large cathedral, wand in hand. Alastor Moody peered up at the building intently, his piercing eyes evaluating the building, from the stained glass windows lit from the inside, to the wide open front doors, seemingly calling to him, inviting him inside.

A piece of parchment had been delivered to his desk by an owl he had not recognized. Moody, working late into the night, as usual, had been the only one left in the office.

Though unsigned, Moody had recognized the messy handwriting of his head of department. The note read:

"Dark Mark seen in St. Albans, above the St. Albans Cathedral. Believed to be another muggle masacre. Head off the muggle authorities."

Another masacre? Moody had thought grimly, already reaching for his traveling cloak. Per regulations, he should have reached out at least to his partner, or the Auror team on call, but evidently his boss had known he routinely stayed late and would already be ready to go.

The Cathedral stood before him, dark and foreboding, but it was nothing compared to what was above it. Hung above the ancient structure, seemingly suspended among the stars in an eerie emerald light, a serpent protruded from the mouth of a skull, twisting and winding its way through the sky as if it was alive. The Dark Mark. Moody made his way quickly up the steps and into the building, his wand held at the ready. Each shadow could potentially hold an attacker, behind every door could be one of the masked terrorists they had been chasing. As he entered the nave, the horror of what had been done met his eyes. "Fucking hell," Moody breathed.

Bodies were strewn across the room, some slumped across pews, many lay about the floor as if they'd been killed while trying to flee. One body, the body of a priest, was sprawled across the alter at the front of the church, arms splayed out, blood slowly dripping from his fingertips to the floor. Puddles of blood littered the floor, and sprays of the crimson liquid covered the pews and walls, tinting the formerly beautiful windows a dark red in the dim lighting.

It was a massacre, indeed. Not spotting a wand among any of the bodies, Moody knew it must have been done by dark magic, as the damage to each corpse was too destructive to be done by muggle means. The masked lunatics they had been chasing had certainly shown a propensity for killing muggles for sport. But this was a whole other level of violence they had yet seen.

It was... sadistic, for lack of a better term. There was no other way to describe it. Pure sadism.

It was likely the pure atrocity of the scene that nearly cost the seasoned auror his life. He hadn't heard the footsteps behind him, nor the whisper of the incantation-- only the rushing sound of wind warned him of the curse that had been aimed at his back. Out of pure, base instinct, Alastor Moody threw himself to the side, landing in between two pews, and the blaze of light narrowly missed him and collided with the Crucifix at the front of the Church, which burst into raging flames.

[rsrevan]

It was most definitely true, Evan knew what her thoughts on the matter were, clear as day. He knew the witch all too well and needed not ask to see where she stood regarding his betrothal. She had been the only one to share her concerns from the very beginning, which he had carefully dismissed at the time but now seem to be feeding himself and watching them grow into an actual problem. It was also true that he had been quite distracted lately, his mind unable to think of anything but the witch that had got away from his grasp when he'd decided to get betrothed to Alara. It was a bet he'd made that hadn't turned out as planned, rather the opposite as he now stood alone at a party while his fiancée was off with blood traitors and worse. He was angry at her for lying to him, he was also annoyed at himself for allowing her to get so comfortable to the point of disrespecting him and her own family. Mostly, he was haunted by the what ifs, had he only been more patient and waited perhaps he wouldn't be in such an uncomfortable and despicable situation.

If there was anyone he could share his thoughts with, it was his dangerous but lovely cousin. The one person he could trust with his life, to the point of sharing his deepest worries and regrets. "I fear you might be right, she's misbehaving and acting out. All too rebellious to be the wife I need, or want." He sighed heavily, suddenly not in the mood for a party any longer. Chosing to focus on the drink on his hand instead, Evan took a long sip and downed the contents of his glass before turning his attention back to the witch. "Would it be too damaging on my reputation if I called it all off? Or hers for that matter?"

Permitting the contact and bold press of lips upon cruel knuckles was a rare thing, yet for Evan - anything. Her lips curled at the compliment. Her ego was a sensitive beast. But her satisfaction came more from the fact that her goal had been fulfilled. She was not a witch to cower in shadows, though furtive quietude served her well on many occasions. Bellatrix Lestrange preferred to announce herself like a hellish beacon. 'Imposing' was a perfect descriptive. She approved.

At his words, she arched an eyebrow so high that it almost disappeared beneath her elaborate hairstyle. She didn't bother to conceal her merciless judgement, but for the sake of his emotions - what a thought, a unlikely consideration she had never expected to manoeuvre - she kept her most scathing words to herself, opting instead for the stating the obvious.

"You already know what I think, Evan." A pause, heated and bristling with ruthless anticipation. "You deserve better. So I will tell you what I've said before: she is one step away from being disowned, and by all accounts - quite the little slut, too." Traipsing around the White Wyvern looking for wizards like a common whore... How repugnant. Her cousin could certainly achieve a far more suitable marriage - one that befitted his name and status properly. "Get rid of her before it's too late."

[emirselwyn]

status: for @bellatrix-lestrxnge

Emir had been an Obliviator for many years, Charms had been his best subject and he found it easy manipulating and altering people's memories. It was a skill helpful to him at his day job as well as when he got sent out by the Dark Lord. There had been an explosion of assumed magical origin in a small Scottish town. They'd been sent there by the Ministry to question them. The Dark Lord gave them another task, as they suspected the Order hiding something close to the house that blew up. The task was a different one, but one he saw much more fitting. He liked working with Bellatrix, she was neither particularly chatty nor incompetent and always got results. Qualities he appreciated in colleagues. "Questioning them shouldn't take us long, with our combined efforts they'll spill everything and then we can wipe their memories and go back to the Ministry."

[xsinistraxlowex]

where: firefly festival (meandering) who: @r-lestrxnge

Sinistra had waited until Bellatrix Lestrange had left Rabastans side before making her way over to him. She didn't mind Bellatrix, but would rather stay out of her way, depending on what type of mood she was in. It was hard to gauge where she stood and preferred to keep out of the witches bad side. She rather much keep her life in tact.

She approached with a drink in hand. "I figured you could use this." She held out a firewhiskey for him. "I will say, I am surprised you came." This definitely wasn't his type of scene, but she also understood what opportunities could be present. "Do we have a plan for tonight?"

[fcrox]

who: @bellatrix-lestrxnge when: evening where: the selwyn party

Family, there was nothing quite like it and nothing could ever be more important. That, and friendships. It was one of the reasons the blonde didn’t mind attending such events; the big and bright. While it may not have been a wedding, it was special all the same. Perhaps, in some ways, Leta found herself almost relieved at the idea of not having to attend weddings for at least a little while. It allowed for a small change of pace.

For a while she’d busied herself with her drink, allowed her eyes to roam and scan the crowds. Every now and then snippets of conversations would drift by, and people were dancing. It all seemed to follow the proceedings of a party. Nothing quite catching her eyes she finally spotted someone interesting. Bellatrix, a cousin whom she admired more than most. Quick strides carried her over and across the room. “I assume you’re having fun?” No doubt, if anyone would find a way to have fun in any given situation it was her.

[xgeorgetteollivanderx]

Georgette could feel herself being observed, both physically and mentally. If there was anything said about Bellatrix it was known that she took any and everyone in with a consideration of some kind. With Georgette she was doing it knowing that she was looking to become a Death Eater so every iota of her being was being scrutinized. She could handle it. She sat up straight and let Bellatrix take her in.

She tilted her head to the side and took the older witch in as well. If there was anything Georgette knew it was also reading people. Coming from someone who spent days and nights sitting in a common room watching others from the sidelines gave her a way into the lives of others without them knowing. From then she would have people come into Ollivander's where she gave them and worked with their wands -- the most precious magical tool any witch or wizard could own. And every wand reflected said witch or wizard. She had a unique insight -- one different than Bellatrix.

Georgette straightened her back to the point where she was almost bending backwards. She looked Bellatrix straight in the eye. "You're correct. This is not a job interview but my answer still stands. I have a book in my mind that has yet to be written. On those pages will be written words of praise and honor for doing what's right in this world. And throwing myself into the Death Eaters is what will be written on those pages if I have anything to say about it."

Rabastan had told her that Georgette was a feisty little thing. So far, Bellatrix had yet to see much of that spark. She didn't doubt her brother-in-law's opinion, but she always preferred to see things for herself before accepting them completely. She was the best judge of character, after all - particularly for the Dark Lord. Still, the girl seemed to have a backbone. She could appreciate it, as well as the obvious deference that lay between them. It was always a good sign to see a healthy helping of cautious respect in any new recruit. She had no patience for the cocky ones, more likely to rip off their balls and stuff them down their throats, than to spend any time putting them into their places. If they didn't understand the ranks from the outset, they were fucking idiots.

Facing the other witch, her stare did not falter. Eyes of bright blue roamed Georgette's expression, snapping up each tiny mannerism, consuming them avidly. She was good at reading other people, her gut instincts solid and reliable. She decided Georgette was keen indeed, but her motives were not yet clear.

"That sounds like an answer to a job interview." Leaning back, her lips curved with wry consideration. Pale fingers tapped against the bar, an instinctive sign of impatience though she was far from becoming frustrated. If anything, this was engaging. But she wanted the truth of it, not some flimsy self-sale. "This is not a job. It is a devotion. So tell me: what you desire from this? Power? Glory? Violence...?"

[evelynxzabini]

With: @bellatrix-lestrxnge Where: The Three Broomsticks in Hogsmeade

While there were days Evelyn simply had no interest in working, there were other days when there were benefits working in the Ministry. For instance, she'd learned of an innocuous little portkey situated outside of the Three Broomsticks that had been created for Order Members should they need it for meetings. The information had been passed along and it hadn't been long before she'd received orders to retrieve the portkey and change the location of where it would send those unfortunate enough to touch it. The perfect opportunity to bring their enemies directly into their hands.

She always enjoyed the opportunity of a mission, the chance to prove herself. Even more so when they'd informed her that Bellatrix would be joining her. She'd exchanged a few brief letters with Bellatrix as they planned when and where to meet, agreeing to meet inside the pub. It provided them with the perfect cover as to why they were there in the first place. A harmless drink while the hour grew later and patrons began to leave. She watched as another one of the Hogwarts staff walked out the door before she turned her attention back to Bellatrix, a smile playing on her lips. "You know we really must take time for this more often. Surely my company is far preferable to your husbands."

[alectocarrowx]

Aesthetics Moodboard: Rabastan Lestrange & Alecto Carrow Wedding

It was a small occasion, held for immediate family. In presence was the Lestrange and Carrow parents, Rodolphus (Best Man) and his wife, Bellatrix, Emmeline (Maid of Honour), Amycus, along with Lucius and Narcissa. It took place at the Lestrange Manor on August 31st, 1979, a quiet ceremony followed by a dinner before the two left to enjoy their night before Alecto had to return to Hogwarts.

Wedding planner: @bsagatha Wedding Attire for all four: @fcrox (Leta Rosier)

@r-lestrcnge @xrodolphusxlestrangex @bellatrix-lestrxnge @notdelicatc @luciusmalfoyx @nvrcissasm

[ludobagmcns]

for: @bellatrix-lestrxnge where: hog's head

Quidditch was a thrill, relationships were a thrill, Ludo was someone who was always seeking that next thrill. Something to jumpstart his attention and carry his interest for a time while still giving him satisfaction. So really, it was no surprise that once he placed his first bet, that was going to be his next thing to get his attention. Luckily, he had found a small group that were happy to gamble with him, bets and games and some talk. Tonight he was drinking and playing some cards with a few, but it had mainly whittled down to him and Bellatrix.

"Not that I would ever try to psych you out, as I am always a very honest man, but I have been on quite the winning streak recently." Very honest and winning streak were both stretches, actually Ludo still owed a few sickles to his last failed bet, but he was trying to enjoy this game and stay sure he would win.

[xrodolphusxlestrangex]

The night had turned into something fantastic. Not only had Rodolphus gotten to torture and murder three muggles, he had Bellatrix in his grasp. The only other thing he could have possibly asked for was for the two of them to have been on the hunt together -- even if he enjoyed his solo evenings. Bellatrix somehow made things even more exciting. It's part of the reason he was so taken with her. She mirrored him perfectly. If he had to be married he was thankful it was to her. Anyone else would have left his life boring. She certainly wasn't that. Far from it.

"You bring me so much joy hearing that I get to mess with a young girl's mind. And, of course, I would never stop you from taking your time working on her limb to limb. It's why we work so well together, my darling," he bore his eyes into hers seeing pure evil looking back at him. It excited him. "The psychotic look in your eyes is enough to make any man shiver. Luckily for me it's a shiver of anticipation." Her enthusiasm for the following night was palpable. "I cannot wait to spend the evening with you doing something for the Dark Lord. Two of my favorite things." The Dark Lord brought he and Bellatrix together in a dangerous way. Rodolphus was grateful to the Dark Lord for a great many things. That was somewhere on the list if he was honest. He needed the type of marriage he was currently in and that included dedication to the cause.

As she climbed on Rodolphus' lap, he put his drink on the side table and grasped her hips. He chuckled when she kept the details of the following evening's events for later just as he had kept details from her. He bit his lip as she moved. His grip only tightened on her. It was his turn to perhaps give her a bruise or two. "Please tell me," he leaned in closely to her, eyes close, "tell me everything. I so do love to make you happy with our little outings."

When Bellatrix reached his ear, Rodolphus shivered and smiled at the sinful secrets she shared. He put his hands on her jaw and turned her face toward him. "For you." And kissed her deeply. The night had only just begun.

[ END ]

Rodolphus's excitement was like a drug. She could never resist the sight of his devilish thrill, wanting both to exacerbate it and be carried away with the flow. It would be an understatement to say they encouraged each other. They were like a collision of storms, each circling the other in an endless battle for dominance, wreaking stunning havoc on everything around them, drinks in their hands and smirks on their lips. So she returned his smile with equal intensity, rapping long clawed fingers against her glass in impatient anticipation for what would come tomorrow.

"In her mind," she echoed, confirming. He would adore breaking through the girl's brain and she would not deny him the pleasure - as long as she could take her own in broken limbs and tortured screams. "I'm glad we're on the same page. I fully intend to take my sweet time with her. We'll find some trinkets for the Dark Lord, yet." And he would be delighted with them both. Her pupils widened, breath quickening between her parted lips. The only thing bringing her more joy than the prospect of a brutal night with her husband, was the thought of the Dark Lord's imminent pleasure.

As Rodolphus leaned forward, deepening the stabbing of her nails, she couldn't help but grin more broadly. He never did back down. That was what had paired them together, after all - the mere fact that he wasn't terrified of her. Betrothing them was probably the only decent decision her parents had made in their lives, though she would never speak with such sickening romanticism. Their marriage simply was what it was, and she was glad of it. She'd have ripped any other husband to shreds and he'd probably have eaten any other wife alive. So her voice softened, as much as Bellatrix's tone could ever do, filtering to a more saccharine approval. "I could never forget what we have done, my love." The endearment was meaningless in terms of accuracy, but potent as a label. He was hers. So she gifted him the same devastating loyalty granted to all others she held dear - with the added bonus that she might both screw him or try to murder him, not necessarily on separate occasions.

Releasing that grip, she abandoned her drink and raised her skirts to her knees, moving to straddle him, a look of utter deviance written all over her noble face. "Since we both like details so much, I think I'll tell you all about our friend for tomorrow." Her eyes hovered the scratches on his neck, raising to capture his stare as she darted her tongue over quickly parching lips. "You'll be pleased to hear she's a very pretty thing, Rodolphus. Listen carefully, now. I'm going to tell you everything I want you to do to her, and everything I will do to her for you...." A solitary finger trailed his shirt, ascending slowly before sharply twisting into the material, pulling him forward as she pressed her mouth to his ear, divulging secrets, dark and dirty, shared only between them - as always.

[nrcissasblack]

Where: Rabastan's townhouse, London Who: Narcissa & Rabastan @r-lestrxnge

Narcissa couldn't get Andromeda out of her mind since her run in with her yesterday. Why had she sat down with Andromeda? She knew better that no good would come from indulging in Andromeda's attempts to bridge that gap. It had been a moment of weakness, she told herself, and then Bellatrix had come in and everything got worse. Bellatrix was unforgiving. What if she had managed to ruin that relationship too? Narcissa was tired of losing people. She was tired of feeling like this.

She didn't know what had brought her to Rabastan's home, but she just...hoped that she was making the right choice. She knew that he wasn't expecting her, she should have sent him a message but she had needed to get out of her home and Rabastan's townhouse had seemed like a good place to go. She hoped he would understand.

Standing in his sitting room, she waited while his elf went to get him. Glancing up when she heard him walk into the room, she offered him a small smile. "I should have owled ahead, I'm sorry for disrupting you. I hope you weren't terribly busy."