#bellatrix. 002

[rblcck]

Where: Twilfitt and Tattings When: Midday Who: Regulus & @xbellaxlestrangex

After the events of the Firefly Festival, Regulus actually felt rather fine about going out in public again. He'd spent years hiding within the walls of Grimmauld Place, but now knowing that he wouldn't be harmed for being a public traitor, he felt better. Although he still felt quite uneasy about his run-in with Bellatrix, he at least knew that she wasn't going to out-right murder him. Not when others were around, anyway.

So, he'd been making an effort to go out more often. Always making sure he was in a public place, it made him feel better. Wanting some new clothes, Regulus found himself in Twilfitt and Tattings, a shop he'd not been to in years. He was browsing the men's section when the front door to the shop opened, and he watched as his cousin entered the shop. Regulus quickly turned around, pretending he hadn't seen her while hoping she hadn't noticed him.

[xrodolphusxlestrangex]

Bellatrix's laugh was intoxicating. It was insidious, drowned in darkness. In other words: beautiful. Her release of his hand to go after Duncan was the best way for him to be released. She was taken away to cause damage to an insect who didn't deserve a name was the best way for it to happen. She was strong. The strongest witch he knew. And she was his.

Rodolphus sauntered toward the show with a smug smile on his face. Bellatrix was an expert in the ways of bringing others pain. And he was an expert in enjoying watching it before his very eyes. He could feel the blood run in his veins as she worked her magic. He couldn't help but beam with pride as his wife flung the loser against the wall then began to torture him.

As the twisting and turning body went limp Rodolphus looked to Bellatrix with a wide smile. "Perfection, my love," and gave her a lingering kiss on the cheek.

Duncan's body began to move slowly. Rodolphus walked over and stood next to him, allowing him the chance to regain some of his faculties. He wanted the man to understand what was coming and the best way for that to happen was to allow him to, in essence, wake up a bit from the crucio curse. He deserved every little bit of what the married couple had to offer. And finally the insect stood up and tried stumbing.

"Stupify!" Duncan immediately stopped, stuck in mid-air. Rodolphus walked up and circled him. "Let's see what's in that little mind of yours, what you've been up to." Rodolphus focused his mind. While being a Legilimens was a favorite of his pastime he only used it on special occasions. This was definitely one of those times. He honed his mind and looked deep into the traitor's eyes. "Oh," he laughed, "you're terrified. Just seeing Bellatrix and myself sent dread through your veins because you know what's to come. You're afraid of dying. You should be." He licked his lips. He could feel Duncan's pain and was enamored by it.

Closing is eyes he dug in deeper. "You went directly to the Order? How dare you, how dare. You told them --" Rodolphus opened his eyes and he sneered, "how could any of us have ever trusted you? You're slime." Rodolphus pointing his wand directly at Duncan then at the last second moved its tip to the wall behind him. "Reduco!" The wall behind him turned to ash and the man shriveled beneath it breathing heavily.

Duncan Blishwick would not survive the night. Rodolphus may have thought his crime was not as great as those fighting on the other side. But for Bellatrix, traitors were worse. Such a crime against their oath and against the Dark Lord's trust deserved the worst punishment that she could devise. He would die, indeed. But his death would be neither swift nor merciful. As their eyes met, his hand in her hair, hers against his skin, she felt a connection to Rodolphus that could not be surpassed. No one - except the Dark Lord - understood her like he did. They were united in this cause and in their selfish desires.

Muggle London was a filthy hovel. Just the stench of the creatures filled her with loathing, her fingers remaining gripped around her husband's hand as her cloak whirled her figure in the night's breeze. Then there he was, staggering and swaying between the roaches like a hapless child caught in a storm. The look on his face was priceless. Her own expression brightened like a dream, a laugh whipping from her tongue with utterly reckless audacity. The muggles close-by turned and stared, but she cared nothing for not wearing a mask. Let them see her face.

She didn't need telling twice, not that she required permission. The two of them had this down to a proverbial 't'. Let no one say they couldn't share.

"Time to sober up, Duncan." Releasing Rodolphus, she grabbed the other wizard and shoved him into the closest alley. Her strength came from nowhere, a slender witch with nothing but sheer force of presence and an undying lust for violence. She had him up against a wall in no time at all, caring nothing for the puddles that soaked into her fine dress as it dragged over the dirty ground. Staring into his eyes, she stabbed her wand against his neck, chuckling as he gasped for air and attempted to beg. "This is for the Dark Lord, my old friend. But you know that already, don't you?"

She pressed herself over him, hands trembling with agonising anticipation. A pause to savour the moment, then her parched lips curled themselves around a single word. She whispered, her head spinning as the exquisite scream flung itself through her ears.

"Crucio."

[lilywalkers]

002 for ur ask thing, barty?

how i feel about this character

he’s the absolute worst, most vile man ever to grace this earth and hardly any of his horrific actions have justification. but god he’s hot

all the people i ship romantically with this character

evan & regulus mainly, and i could see him with lily in certain aus and only for a while, as well as a possible toxic romance with peter, bellatrix, or honestly most death eaters. also pandora, but i haven’t explored that very much!!

my non-romantic otp for this character

barty&regulus – i also think they could be romantic, but they wouldn’t end up together. at the end of the day, they’ve always been each others best friends and that would never change

my unpopular opinion about this character

i don’t think he’s this super chaotic / crazy guy... he wouldn’t dye his hair crazy colors, he wouldn’t do drugs or steal; for all intents and purposes, he seems like a great guy. that’s why him joining the death eaters is SO unlikely. he’s far more tom riddle machiavellian than popular fanon paints him to be

one thing i wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon

i honestly like his character in canon, but i wish his youth was more explored, and having a dynamic where the crouch family is close with a lot of death eater families is also very important to my characterization

my otp

rosekiller. i mean, they just gel well together. i prefer it when they’re only sort of friends during school years (evan’s in the year above them, and very popular, so regulus and barty attempt to join his group (and succeed) but ultimately the trio is more barty reg and pandora), but then they would get together as death eaters

a headcanon fact

in my head he’s such a little genius he has always been ahead of others, and in fact is a year younger than everyone else in his year, leading to some interesting dynamics and possible insecurities for him

[lgcxjasper]

NOW PLAYING: Light Up by USGEN SOLO | MZNYANG | MZSD MISSION 002 wc: 512 jasper chooses his cat-- or rather, his cat chooses him.

unfortunately, jasper was never really allowed to have pets growing up. this was due to numerous reasons, but truthfully, his mother had never been much of an 'animal' person. combine that with their lifestyles, and the sheer responsibility required to take care of another being rather than your own, and it was a resounding no. not that jasper hadn't tried. he had even brought a cute little orange tabby home once, stuck in the rain after a late night practice on the debate team. the next morning, the nanny told him it had been taken to the shelter so that it could truly be taken care of.

he acted like it didn't stung, but it did.

he's a little excited when they're informed of usgen's plans. a cat cafe? it's the last place he really expects himself to be, and yet somehow, it works perfectly in their favor-- fits right into mzsd's plans, too. even if it wasn't a 'permanent' thing, the thought of choosing a cute rascal to have at least for a little while brought back a bit of that childlike wonder he had seemed to lose a long time ago. it felt good to have that feeling in his chest, and as they stepped into the cafe, the feeling only grew bigger. it was smaller than he expected, which he supposed was a good thing-- a big rescue meant more animals that didn't have homes.

he watches everyone disperse, humming a bit to himself as he takes them all in. there were all sorts of ones, cats and kittens, either lounging around, or making sure their presence was known by mewing their heads off.

there were several things he appreciated about the feline species, but one of the biggest things were their own agency-- they did want they wanted, when they wanted, and really that was the sort oft thing he mirrored in himself, so it made sense.

he offers a few kind pets to a couple of them, a signature baby voice included as he mills about before deciding to take a seat on one of the chairs, the manager close by. they're all cute, of course, but none particularly scream him though… for a moment he wonders what he would even be looking for.

that's when a small toy falls on his shoulder, and he blinks, looking up at the possible sort. what he finds is a cat with yellow piercing eyes and dusty blue in color. she stares at him quietly, offering a yawn in response to his gasp.

Ah, that's bella, short for bellatrix. she's pretty new, just a few days ago was given up.

she's stunning of course. but she's calm, a sort of refined elegance. staying away from the other cats as if she had something better to do. cute.

soon, she's at his feet, purring quietly while jasper tentatively gives her tries to gives her treats. apparently, she's picky too-- she didn't even seem interested until he plucked the salmon one from his pocket. the manager jokes that they even look alike.

perfect.

[xaracosmia]

hi 10/15 drop for Vasilica (OC) (cabin 005) Bellatrix (OC) (suite 003) Nayuta (chainsawman) (lodge 002) and adm1re (OC)(bungalow 009). Monet @thebankery on twt !!

*SMACKS THEM ALL REALLY HARD AND THEY DIE ON IMPACT* WELCOME BACK MONET

mod yaoi

[xrodolphusxlestrangex]

The group had a plan and Rodolphus made sure each person knew their place. He, Bellatrix, Rabastan, Evan, and Lucius. Everything they had done was leading up to a plot to lure Alastor Moody. It wasn’t hard getting him to come to the cathedral. Muggle bodies everywhere and the dark mark shining ever so brightly above. It was the easiest trap there could be and Moody was sure to fall for it.

Rodolphus was aching with anticipation after the mass murder — which was enough to get his blood going. It was thrilling and what was coming was just as much if not more thrilling. Killing a room full of muggles trying to worship followed by Moody? Sheer perfection. He couldn’t wait for his diabolical team to show Moody what they were truly capable of.

When he walked into the room, Rodolphus could see Moody’s face. A sneer crossed his lips as he reached for his wand. “Incendio!” he cast without saying a word. He didn’t hit Moody but that was just fine. He had much more coming to him. It was a warning of sorts. And seeing the crucifix the muggles worshiped burn brought joy to Rodolphus’ cold heart.

@bellatrix-lestrxnge

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 aserpent 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.

[jafvr]

@shebcauty​ e jafar estão dançando valsa no EXPRESSO POLAR  

Acreditem ou não: Alvah era um homem que apreciava boa música e dança. Todas as finas artes, na verdade, lhe chamavam bastante a atenção. Acreditava que isso era porque seus gostos particulares eram dignos dos de um Sultão, não por possuir algum tipo de “veia artística”. As aulas de dança e etiqueta que entrou de penetra em seus tempos em Aggrabah valiam à pena em momentos como aqueles: Em que observava Belle French, sem um par em meio à uma multidão de bailarinos que já se organizava em pares para a próxima música. Se havia algo que Jafar adorava fazer, era encontrar situações oportunas para conseguir se impor, conquistar um pouco mais da influência que havia lhe sido roubada. E como não acreditar que aquilo seria uma ocasião perfeita, se a proximidade dos corpos e palavras baixas pudessem se camuflar na música lenta e disfarçar algumas ameaças veladas? ❛❛ —- Noite mágica, não acha? ❜❜ ele perguntou assim que estava próximo o suficiente para ser ouvido. Com a voz rastejante e teatral, o adjetivo irônico soou brincalhão. Então, o juiz estendeu uma mão à repórter, convidativo, esperando que Bellatrix a tomasse para que pudessem dançar juntos. ❛❛ —- Me acompanha nesta dança, senhorita Andrews? ❜❜

[h0lyman]

As vezes em que se abateu por coisas muito sérias em sua vida geralmente eram relacionadas apenas à si mesmo, não à ninguém próximo dele. Lincoln era deveras reservado e também pouco suscetível aos problemas alheios, culpa de seus pais com regras extremamente conservadoras, muito embora ele nunca tivesse ligado de verdade para estas, e suas ideias de certo e errado que naturalmente prejudicaram até mesmo sua interação com outras pessoas. Então, para que ele se tornasse mais aberto, mais empático, precisou de anos estudando aquilo que agora lecionava na universidade, a fim de entender a ciência da cabeça humana  - e bastava aquilo para que fizesse um auto-estudo do porquê estava tão abalado com a prisão de Bellatrix, ou com o atropelamento de Anya. Sentia-se mortificado por não tê-las ajudado, mas talvez fosse essa a prosa de ‘ser um bom amigo’ nas ideias dos outros... Acabava cedendo àquela premissa vez ou outra, como se não soubesse melhor, mas com seu pensamento em dias decidiu que faria uma visita para @shebcauty​ para livrar-se das coisas ruins dentro de si. 

Assim que foi liberado de entrar no corredor, sendo direcionado por um policial até a cela dela, Lincoln suspirou de cansaço  - o emocional -  ao vê-la ali.  “Bella...”  Proferiu o apelido assim que grudou as mãos nas barras de ferro, buscando pelos olhos da amiga.  “Eu vim assim que soube. As notícias correram muito rápido, mal pude processar o que foi isso tudo que aconteceu...”

[bxllatrixblck]

𝖕𝖗𝖊𝖞𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖔𝖓 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖙𝖔𝖓𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙

w/ @thelestrange​

As férias nunca pareceram tão longas aos olhos de Bellatrix e isso não era algo bom. Logo após o anúncio do noivado, os eventos sociais haviam se tornado mais frequentes visto que ela estava prestes a virar uma "dama da sociedade", como Druella gostava de lembrar, e por mais que a Black tentasse bater o pé e não ceder, Cygnus sabia como colocá-la no eixo, o que fez com que ela desistisse em certo ponto. Quer dizer, não completamente visto que ainda tinha intenções de postergar o casamento, mas agora ela já conseguia falar que estava noiva de Lestrange sem ter um completo surto. Contudo, diferente do que muitas pessoas pensavam, o problema não era exatamente o bruxo e sim o que ele representava para ela, pois mais que ele insistisse em afirmar que não tinha intenção alguma de controla-la, Bellatrix achava impossível, pois era só o que homens sabiam fazer: tentar domar suas mulheres. É claro que ela fazia questão de deixar claro que isso não aconteceria entre os dois, o que criava um clima constante de guerra entre o futuro casal.

Por isso, quando as aulas começaram a Black pensou que finalmente teria alguma paz, sem seus pais  ao seu encalço tentando controlar tudo o que fazia, pois Hogwarts era seu território. Digamos que a bruxa tinha uma reputação dentro do castelo que lhe garantia certo respeito perante os outros, e havia sido assim até o momento em que as pessoas ficaram sabendo de seu noivado e, pior, os rumores sobre os casinhos de Rodolphus voltaram a correr pelos corredores de pedra. Parecia hipócrita querer cobrar alguma coisa quando ela mesma ainda mantinha os seus, mas quem disse que Bellatrix era justa? Nunca tivera muita facilidade em dividir e isso não mudaria agora, e visto que Rodolphus era tecnicamente seu... Não gostava da ideia dele estar com outras. Suas irmãs implicaram consigo dizendo que ela estava com ciúmes, algo que Bella achava uma tremenda besteira visto que sequer tinham se beijado. Não eram ciúmes, era só questão de lógica.

Por este motivo a Black adentrava a sala comunal da sonserina com o queixo erguido, com aquela altivez que ela sempre tinha. Arqueou as sobrancelhas ao notar que ele tinha companhia, o que tecnicamente não era permitido devido ao horário. Ela tecnicamente também não deveria estar fora da cama, mas o broche que carregava no peito lhe garantia certa impunidade. — Saiam. Mas antes...  — apesar de ser indisciplinada, Bellatrix era uma das alunas que mantinha o currículo escolar impecável, o que lhe rendeu o cargo de monitora chefe no início daquele ano. Agora se era justa já eram outros quinhentos...  — As detenções de vocês por estarem fora o dormitório.  — as meninas se encararam e uma delas, respondeu ultrajada. ‘O que? Isso é absurdo, ele está fora da cama também! Isso é inj-  — Isso é o que? — Bellatrix deu um passo a frente, encarando a garota loira como se a desafiasse a responder. Não precisou pedir duas vezes, pois as duas garotas que faziam companhia a Lestrange não hesitaram ao levantar e sair. Bella então sentou-se numa pequena poltrona que ficava de frente para a dele, a postura perfeita ao cruzar as pernas em nada combinando com a selvagem que ela poderia ser e um dia seria.  — A sua detenção tá aqui, by the way. Então pretende mesmo jogar meu nome no lixo antes mesmo desse casamento acontecer? 

[ravellaarryns]

♟

"we cannot." her hands moved to rest behind her bodice, fingers laced together as there remained a prominent sign of tension within her jaw; it was an uncharacteristic posture for her to take, and yet, it were apparent that her mind was already far too engulfed in thoughts of retribution. they were not on her doorstep for her to unleash terror upon; proportion was something she would not even consider should they share a border with the perfumed vermin that were the lyseni - bankers, who had forgotten their place.

the sound of her lord commander's aloof voice brought her crashing back down to the very situation they were within. "it would be foolish to send our naval force to such a distance, not whilst you are still tidying up the sisters for the transaction to be completed."

for as much as worlds and gods collided in the mind of ravella arryn, she could not lift her heel from the situation. control needed to be rolled out, and she would wrangle those valyrian lizards from within her very hand. "the sea lord owes me a favour for housing the daughter he has returned to us." her voice was not the most quiet, and there was no hiding the fact she referred obviously to the fact that the lady antaryon was being housed within the court of falcons. "after cedric tyrell spat her out."

she cared not for what zialla thought of her court, or her people; only that she kept her business private, and none would question her for her own personal beliefs. ravella would not have her reputation besmirched within the traditional lords of the vale, but the vale of arryn's historic alliance and steadfast loyalty with braavos would prove fruitful. she turned to look upon percival templeton now, her features as blank as they always were when she was thinking. "but the iron bank of braavos have had issue with the spring. it can be done through them."

and she would financially support the iron bank, and the city state's attack on the city of lys. "we can unravel their associates here. starting with the dornish."

The Commander of the Queensguard had stood with his queen as she spoke to the Lyseni. He remained silent during the whole meeting, observant, paying more attention to Ravella Arryn than he did to the foreigner. In silent communication, as often happened between them, his queen made it clear they were to speak after. And so he walked at her side, half a step behind her, hand resting around the hilt of his sword.

Percival did not speak first. He rarely led the conversations the pair had, more keen to follow the path dictated by the Queen of the Vale's mind. Hearing what he'd heard, and knowing the elevated honor —and pride of the people of the Vale— he could see but a single denouement for it all. His queen confirmed it with her request, for a gathering of the council without prior notice only meant one thing: it was the most urgent of matters. “Yes, my queen,” the knight replied with a curt nod.

He noted the way in which the rage was being contained; the forming of fists and the subtle tension in her neck. Ravella Arryn did not rage like fire, she raged like ice and steel, and that was much more dangerous, Percival thought.

“It was a calculated declaration,” the Commander uttered in response. It was not an easy declaration of war, however, for the Vale did not have the means to take the fight to Lyseni to their territory. The sea was not the field of battle the Valemen were used to. They had thrown the stone, perhaps believing they were protected against receiving the same manner of retaliation. “How do you intend to lure the rats out of their port?” he asked. How would the Lyseni give up their sea power and face them on their own field?

Ravella commanded to see the Braavosi ambassador then, and Percival nodded. He did not leave the queen's side, bound by duty and honor to guard her, only stepping away momentarily to relay her order to his second within the Queensguard. The knight departed quickly to bring the person the Arryn queen demanded to see.

[jcsies]

𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐗 𝐋.

@gammaoricnis​

           ❝      well   aren’t   you   the   optimist      ❞

[andrcmedcs]

𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐗 𝐋.

@gammaoricnis​

           ❝      let’s   just   wait   it   out   .      y’know   ,   we   can   be   all   poetic   and   just   lose   our   minds   together      ❞

[xrodolphusxlestrangex]

Bellatrix’s gaze was one Rodolphus had seen many times. Piercing and wanting. And that smile. He also knew it well. He loved it, knowing she was attempting to play with him. Naturally it never had worked on him. He was always fully aware of his wife’s antics. It amused him to no end. Surely she knew that and liked playing the game. That’s how they were. They gloriously messed with one another. Was it love? More of a delight between the two that wouldn’t be understood by others. It worked for them. Rodolphus would have it no other way. He had always said he got lucky with his marriage and he wasn’t lying. Love may have not been in the cards but that was what an arranged marriage was — no matter what anyone pretended. But they meshed and had the same goals. That’s all he could ask for.

“Passé, you say? Some would argue with that but they are weaklings. I suppose you’re right about what it would take to kill me. Who wouldn’t be proud to be the one to take down the one and only Rodolphus Lestrange? That would be something to be quite proud of. Even if it was his beloved wife,” he smiled with a quirk. She was right of course. If he went down it would be in a blaze of glory, not something simple like poisoning. It would be a story told by everyone keeping Rodolphus alive forever.

With the grip of his shirt he couldn’t but let out a small chuckle. “Is this foreplay?” he raised a brow. “All this talk of killing me and your nails in my chest has me a little fired up,” he winked with a sly smile. Truly he adored it. Welcome to his dark side.

“Oh, I don’t know about all that. I’m good at hiding my work. You should know that, my dear.” Vague but giving her a hint of what he had been up to.

Her eyes remained fixed on his like two bullets ready to explode. Slowly, she raised her glass to her mouth and took a large gulp, holding it against her sly lips as she sweetly smiled. Feminine wiles were useful sometimes. Rodolphus was hardly immune, but he also knew her too well to fall for her antics. Nonetheless, she smiled because her brain was swishing with thoughts of all the things she could do to make him divulge his evening's activity, without actually asking him. The problem was, he'd enjoy them. A true dilemma. Seduction or torture were wasted on the impossible wizard. They were two of a kind, escalating each other's terrible energy to ever increasing intensity, bound by their violent delights and unceasing ambition. He took credit for bringing her to the Dark Lord, but she saw her achievements as her own, though she would not deny that he'd enabled her in the most divine of ways. That was what they did. Enable and take, from each other and from everyone else.

"Poisoning is passé, Rodolphus." Stepping forward, the hand with the glass swung heedlessly to her side, fingers tightly gripping the rim and not caring that the amber liquid swirled against her skin and dripped wasted towards the hard wooden floor. Scratching her nails against his shirt, she looked up and smirked. "If I were to kill you, I'd send you up in blazing glory. The witch who kills Rodolphus Lestrange should not hide in the shadows, should she? She should take pride in her great achievement and announce it for the world to see."

Her eyes widened, flickering feverishly between his as thoughts of his brilliant demise rattled her imagination. But that was just a fleeting fantasy. She would not be distracted from the issue at hand, as small as it might be. Her features settled into relentless attention, no longer smiling as she demanded, "Tell me now if I need to make magical activity disappear in the morning." Tilting her head, she pulled her claws away from where they'd been digging into his chest. "If yes, I'll get to the Ministry early and deal with it." Asking without asking. He would be forced to tell her if he'd been loose in the muggle world. If he hadn't, she wouldn't care quite so much - just mildly less, but enough to disregard thoughts of muggle massacres done without her.

[lxcius]

Your opinion on your sisters in law

“I enjoy Bellatrix’s company. I know she can be quite a polarizing figure, but I respect her for our shared ideals and her strong, unyielding will. She’s a brilliant witch and I’m thankful for the support she’s given Narcissa over the years. She’d helped Narcissa grow into the amazing, beautiful witch that I’m lucky to be married to today.”

“It’s unfortunate what happened to Andromeda, how she and Nariccsa grew apart. For Narcissa's sake, I wish things had gone differently.”

@bvllatrix @andyinthestars

[astrasirius]

Flashback || Summer 1967

@strange-lestrange

Nine years old and Sirius was surprised that his father had allowed him to use wand. Sirius had never asked before, but then, Sirius never really asked for anything. Still, Bellatrix was meant to be teaching him to duel, and as nervous as he was about using a wand for the first time, he was excited. He knew that underaged wizards weren’t use magic outside of school, and more importantly, he wasn’t even old enough to have his own wand yet, there was something entirely exciting about being able to break that rule, even if it was with his parents permission. Sirius knew of course that Bellatrix was brilliant at magic, as he had heard the conversation his parents had about letting her teach him to duel. Knowing that he was expected to be a strong dueller one day, Sirius was hoping that he wouldn’t disappoint today. Sure it was only his first lesson, but somehow he thought his parents might not care about that fact. The back yard was spacious, and outside the garden there was ample room for them to practice, and Sirius sat out there with his back straight and one hand wrapped around his wand and the other around his glass of water. Hearing his cousin’s voice before he saw her, Sirius turned and gave her a nervous smile, “Hi, Bella.”

[pettishrew]

Who: Peter & @commanderlestrange​ When: February 29, 1980 Where: Hogwarts by Slughorn’s Supply Closet

A bead of sweat began to form on his forehead. 

         Lily and himself had been searching the lower levels of the castles. It made sense that she had gravitated to the potion’s supply closet. She had been so gifted at potions that she would know what to grab. Which left him with the terrifying task of standing lookout. So far the endeavor had been quiet, but that didn’t mean that it was going to continue to be so. Trouble seemed to pop up in the most peculiar of places, and the now-abandoned castle did not feel any safer. He rubbed the back of his neck, glancing over his shoulder at Lily when he felt like he heard something at the end of the hall. His lips quirked downward, The rest of the group was scattered around the castle, and none of them were supposed to meet Lily and him downward. 

        Peter went to walk away from the closet, telling Lily softly that he thought he might have heard something. Perhaps it was his nerves, or the idle peeves playing a trick. Either of those would be a preferable scenario to what awaited him. It was the figure of a woman who he recognized all too well. There were few people that sparked enough fear into him as Bellatrix was able to conjure, although she was masked there were few others who had held such a demeanor. It was a guess at the moment, but one that seemed plausible to his worried mind. He made himself flat against the stone wall, hiding in one of the shadows. Slowly his hand found his wand in his pocket. Peter was trying to imagine the scenarios that could take place. In each and everyone there seemed to be a power imbalance that he would be unable to overcome. 

        He had half a mind to call out for Lily, but that didn’t seem wise either. Not only would it pull her from her task, but it would only endanger her further. Which meant that he was left with the insurmountable task of having to face her himself. He was sure there was a way out of this. Peter just hadn’t thought of it yet.