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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."
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Tiberius had sworn that both he and Cress had agreed to meet near this spot in Carkitt Market. But as the time continued to pass he began to question whether or not that was the case. Of course he knew she could have been held up, on more than one occasion her family had kept her for one reason or another. After pacing and wandering for close to twenty minutes, he was beginning to think it was best to just head home. He hadn't even realized someone had seen him until he heard Bellatrix speak. Suddenly he was grateful Cressida had not been there, no doubt the Lestrange would have made a spectacle of such a thing. While Bellatrix had been a few years older than him he was more than aware of who she was. She had been the sort to always make herself known. Still as she called him out he chuckled, turning a smirk in her direction. "Little mouse? Well that's certainly a new one. Perhaps I was just hoping to stumble upon worthwhile company?"
Where: Carkitt Market Who: Open to all Bellatrix titled her head to the side slightly as she studied the person standing a few feet in front of her. They’d been wandering up and down the street. “Looks like a little mouse lost its way.”
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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."
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"Well then what are you doing here talking to me?" Emma rolled her eyes, looking over at Bellatrix with annoyance. Her feelings not hurt by the obvious and blunt dismissal of her excitement. She always had gotten along better with Andromeda and Narcissa. After Andromeda had betrayed them all, Emma and Narcissa had stayed friends up until today. "You are walking to walk away if you're not interested."
This witch was far too happy. Bellatrix had observed her momentarily, trying to work out how she knew her. Then Emma commenced her jabbering, and she recalled with sudden and vivid severity that it was Vanity: the insipid girl who would never shut up at school. Pursing her lips, she wondered what Sethos saw in her. Then again, she also wondered what anyone saw in Sethos. Perhaps they were well suited, after all, both as dull as all the brooms they possessed.
Staring with blank apathy and mildly simmering outrage at the gall of this girl, she stated. "I'm afraid I don't care for your nuptials. But please, feel free to keep talking. I will filter the noise."
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He raised his hands in a defensive motion, a chuckle leaving his lips. Emir knew better than to test Bellatrix Lestrange, she was the type of witch one did not play with. One of the fiercest Death Eaters he knew. Only a fool would underestimate her. "I'm sorry. I just thought I'd come over and say hi. Give you some reprieve of trying to placate your sisters guests."
OPEN STARTER — THE WEDDING.
Bella was on her best behaviour today, although the urge to scream, break into frustrated tears, or hex someone all threatened to suffocate her. The weather was, of course, perfect, her sister was stunning, and the overall ceremony had been... mind-numbingly heartwarming. Something she would think if she had a heart to warm, at least. Bella, obviously, wasn't jealous nor annoyed at all. She didn't care that love filled every nook and cranny of the blasted place. She didn't care about the ease at which Narcissa's friends chatted amongst themselves, always knowing exactly what to say and when to say it. She also did not care that everywhere she turned, she was forced to offer empty platitudes, greetings, and — merlin forbid — compliments.
Which is why after multiple hours of pointedly not caring, Bellatrix leans over and picks up a canapé, shoving it into her mouth and biting down so hard her teeth clack together. She sees the other person, but on theme for today, does not care. "Stop looking at me," she says calmly and slowly, "or I will snap your arm in half, and I won't use my wand to do it."
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Evelyn's lips parted, a delighted laugh falling past them at Bellatrix' comment. "Mm if he had he might have survived a little longer. The man was a fool to think he could turn me into some simpering housewife and stay at home mother. Pity he had to find out the hard way how I handle men like that." The smile painted on her lips however said it was anything but a pity. Then again, it wouldn't have mattered how good of a husband he had been, she wouldn't have let him live long. Her first husband had been a complacent old man and he'd met the same fate. Evelyn was simply not meant for marriage.
She was only grateful that the Dark Lord had no complaints about the loss of Benjamin. He was one of many faithful servants and easily replaceable, besides she was sure others among the ranks would agree he was only a hindrance trying to keep her from her own duties.
"On the contrary, it should be laughably simple. The order would have no idea what hit them. It seemed good fortune had been on her side when the file regarding the portkey had come across her desk. It had been all too easy to share the information with the Dark Lord and make the appropriate adjustments. Her work in the Department of Magical Transportation seemed dull most days, but it was situations like these that reminded her the importance of her place there. "The fools are already so unaware of the power we hold within the Ministry, it's only a matter of time."
She stood and pulled her own cloak back on, following Bellatrix outside, pulling her hood up around her head. With a simple wave of her wand and a silent spell, her wand tip illuminated as she scoured the ground for the bit of broom. After a moment she spotted it tucked against a loose bit of brick. "Here we are." She let her wand darken once more and knelt before the piece of wood, muttering a spell to work to undo the current location set into the portkey. "Right, lets see if that worked then." She picked up the broom handle, grinning when nothing happened, twirling it between her fingers. "Perfect, it will only take a moment to set the new destination." She set the piece of wood back down and went back to work on the spell. "You know, it's a shame we don't get to do this more often Bellatrix. I much prefer your company to many others."
Content to let the topic slide, Bellatrix nonetheless snorted at the idea of Lucius crossing Narcissa. Hell hath no fury, indeed. Sweet Cissy was her little sister - her only sister. She would protect her with every spell in her considerably malignant arsenal, but in truth Narcissa Malfoy was more than capable of looking after herself. Black blood ran through them both, strong and potent, exactly as it should be. Her dear sister could maim a wizard or two if she saw fit.
"If only dear Benjamin had listened harder, hm?" she smirked brightly, as though this were the best conversation she'd had all day. She'd have been infinitely entertained to discover that Evelyn had been thinking precisely the same thing, but alas, their purpose tonight was not for feminine tongue-wagging. Bellatrix would return to this topic, always keen for deathly details that would set her dark heart into frantic palpitations. But presently, her pulse only thudded like a knell awaiting an imminent funeral. If she had her way, she'd light a goddamn pyre and send their message for the world to see. But the Dark Lord wanted something more subtle. He always knew best. There was not a shred of doubt when it came to his orders. She was his first lieutenant and she cherished every trusting gesture he gifted. She would never fail him.
Evelyn's thrill was like a mirror, her own enthrallment growing like waves in a storm. Tempestuous and greedy, Bellatrix could barely wait for what would surely come tonight. She merely hoped they caught a big fat fish, not some small fry. But she'd take what she could get and she'd make damned sure they made the wretch useful.
"I don't think this will be difficult." With that airy conclusion, she smacked her hands with finality against the arms of her chair and stood up, ready to leave. "Your Ministry work is very important. How lucky we are to have so many within its walls. Not enough yet, but it's only a matter of time before we control it from the inside." It was the main reason why she actually worked. God knew she hated every moment associating with the hoi polloi, but everyone had to make sacrifices, after all. Removing the silencing charm, she gestured to leave and out they walked into the cold, the bitter chill causing her to tighten her cloak around her narrow neck. It was dark and dreary, just how she liked it. As they paced around the building, she kept an eye for followers. There were none to be seen but one could never be too careful.
Leaning against the corner, she permitted Evelyn to pass then cast a diversion charm on the path they'd just followed, turning and doing the same to the opening at the other end of the building. No one would disturb them, coming within a few feet before remembering they had important business elsewhere. Sometimes the most effective magic was the simplest.
"Any sign of it?" Remaining where she stood, she raked the ground with her eyes, seeking the innocuous broom handle.
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Evelyn sighed in disappointment at the mention of the hospital. She'd heard of the attack, had seen the Daily Prophet photos afterwards. Her feelings had been a mix of delight and rage that she hadn't been there to cause chaos along with the rest of them. No matter, it was back to business as usual now and she would be ready for the next planned attack. "I can only imagine how pleased Rabastan is at the idea of sitting at home while everyone else gets to have all the fun." No doubt it was similar to how she'd been the last several months. Antsy, constantly on edge and quick to anger. Her lips curled up in wicked amusement at the mention of Lucius. "Surely the man wouldn't be foolish enough to cross a Black woman, hell hath no fury." He'd have Bellatrix to deal with, and something told her that even Narcissa had a nasty streak when it was called for.
She would have been delighted to fill Bellatrix on all the nasty little details. The poison she'd slipped into her first husband's nightly scotch, his morning coffee. The old man would have croaked sooner or later, she'd merely sped up the process. And Benjamin? Well his superiority complex was surely what had killed him, his need for control had been his demise. Evelyn had merely been the one to dole out his comeuppance. Her smile turned delighted as Bellatrix admitted that she always listened to gossip. "Those wise enough know that even gossip has some kernel of truth to it." Pity Benjamin had learned the hard way. She only hoped now that her parents had their heir they wouldn't insist on another sham of a marriage.
Evelyn sat forward, nodding. "The portkey is a meager broken broom handle that should be laying outside back behind the building. As long as it's where it's meant to be it shouldn't take me long to alter the destination to one of our own locations." There was excitement and delight in her eyes. This was where her expertise came in, the idea of sending an order member right into the waiting hands of her fellow death eaters delighted her. "I've already rid the ministry of the file, as far as my department is aware, that portkey never existed."
There were not many Bellatrix would describe as 'friends', but Evelyn had somehow wormed her way into that category. It was a peculiar sort of alliance. She could see something of herself in Evelyn's chaotic cruelty, and so she also knew that the other witch could become a rival given half the chance. Bellatrix would never permit it. Keep your friends close and your enemies closer. She did not want to make an enemy of Evelyn Zabini, not least because she wouldn't enjoy putting her into her place. So friends they were instead, and Bellatrix couldn't deny she enjoyed her company.
"You'd have enjoyed St Mungo's." It was an off-hand commentary, a mere observation with absolutely zero emotional attachment. What did endear Bellatrix's feelings was Evelyn's dire mirth and the thought of her brothers-in-law suffering at the hands of their pregnant witches. Leaning back, she laughed openly. "Perhaps. Though I can't see Alecto letting Rabastan get away with having all the fun. Oh, no. If she must be sat at home like a beached whale, surely he must be too. As for Lucius-" Her nose pinched, unwelcome thought traversing her expression sharply. "He seems rather besotted with my sister. If he knows what's good for him, he'll give her what she wants."
As Evelyn proceeded with her murderous monologue, Bellatrix grew more agitated by the moment. Not through discomfort or annoyance, but through sheer unadulterated bloodlust. Lips curved with scandalous appreciation, her fingers gripped the soft arm of her chair with a force that almost pierced the dragonhide. The mere thought of their demise sent tremors through her skin, her hands practically itching to work in sympathetic unison, to wrap around a throat or two or perhaps reach for an elegant silver dagger. She read between Evelyn's veiled lines. While it was hardly the gory narrative she'd hoped for, it would do for now. So she leaned forward with equally savage approval and merely said, "I always listen to gossip. You never know what you might discover."
It was certainly not the end of this topic, but they did have another more pressing purpose tonight. Bellatrix would not permit them to linger in the pub for too long. Reaching for her wand, she silenced the air around them, obscuring their conversation as they continued. "We are to locate the portkey and alter its destination. I have on good authority that it will also be used tonight." Excitement illuminated her features, their abrupt contours harshening with violent anticipation. "With a little luck, we'll catch ourselves an Order drone."
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Evelyn smiled to herself as she wandered inside, Bellatrix drawing attention as she simply existed. She was sure the other witch was aware of the wary glances thrown her way, those that provided a wide berth as they walked past her. Bellatrix had always exuded an aura of chaos, it was why she enjoyed her friendship so much. There were few quite so audacious and entertaining, and blessedly like minded. She gave an unladylike snort at the comment. “Interestingly enough I do believe your moods change in quite the same way.” Her voice teasing as she settled into the armchair across from the witch.
She feigned offense at the implication of Bellatrix’s words, shaking her head. “Rodolphus wouldn’t dare to turn me away…” she paused. “Then again he does enjoy riling others to violence.” Between Bellatrix and Rodolphus she wasn’t sure which of them was the more chaotic of the two. “Still I may take you up on the offer. My parents are always more than happy to watch Blaise and allow me some freedom.” They had her more often than not recently. She’d never considered herself the motherly type, and her parents were happy to dote on their grandson so she could continue on as normal. “Now tell me what I’ve missed while I was away mourning.” The last word was sour on her lips as her lips twisted up. She glanced around the pub before back to Bellatrix. They still had a little time before they could get to work.
Truth be told, it hadn't been a dull evening. Bellatrix had arrived early, taking residence by the fireplace with the look of a witch whose mere stare could drive a man into an early grave. No one had approached and she'd enjoyed the heat of the flames as they'd snapped their red tentacles towards her. An arm was draped idly, dangling over the side of her chair with a glass of something sparkling gripped between her sturdy fingertips. She could have been sitting at home, lounging there so heedlessly purposeful yet utterly redundant at the same time. Only she could convey such a paradox with undeniable conviction. The chair was plush and comfortable. She really had very little motivation to move. Not even Evelyn's presence stirred her all that much, despite the witch being someone she actually liked and the fact that they had work to do. She tilted her head against the leather, mussing up her carefully pinned hair with not a care in the world.
"Rodolphus's good company would depend on the direction of the wind, or the turning of the tide, or whether pigs are flying." Breaking a grin, she chuckled indolently. Her husband was a law unto himself and she wouldn't deny that it made things unpredictable - and therefore interesting. "But I agree. We should make this a regular occurrence. You know, you are always welcome at Lestrange Manor." Leaning forward, she added indicatively, pressing her free finger against her chest, "I'd never turn you away." Rodolphus probably wouldn't either. But she did enjoy incriminating him.
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Doing what the dark lord required of him didn't feel like a hardship to Emir, it made much more sense to him than the tasks his bosses at the Ministry sent him on. As if muggles mattered more than protecting the wizarding world. He saw no issue with what he was doing, thinking he had the right priorities. "I will meet you back here once I find something." With a nod in her direction, trusting that she could handle herself, he made his way to the ruins. It took him about twenty minutes, undoing protective charms and searching to find what he had been looking for. He smirked proudly levitating the small crown in front of him when he returned. Amused at the state of the muggles when he returned. "I trust you've also been successful? Or do you need assistance obliviating them?"
As Emir spoke, Bellatrix watched the sweeping path of her charm. Somewhere towards the back of the fallen household, it glimmered more brightly, indicating magical interference. Blazing triumph illuminating her chiselled features, she indicated the area to her companion then strode towards the hapless Muggles. "I suggest you start over there, Emir. There's something to find, I'm sure of it. I'll deal with the Muggles. Happily." And with that, she turned to them, releasing the first - the oldest - from his magical bonds and beginning with a relentless series of blunt questions. She was in no mood for sweet seduction today. She wanted only quick and violent means, but she'd start by speaking first, her priority to yield information for the Dark Lord above her own vicious requirements.
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"If I'll ever need advice regarding my manners you would be the last stop I'd come to ask for advice from, but thank you. I so appreciate your input." Her tone was sweet as she held Bellatrix stare, not backing down. "I do not see a reason why I should hide my disdain of you. My lineage does not make me worth more or less than others, blood is blood. It makes no difference."
"Now, now Longbottom-- didn't anyone ever tell you that it's rude to roll your eyes." Bellatrix tutted with a shake of her head, her voice dripping with languid malice. "It appears someone neglected to teach you the rudimentary principles of decorum. Such a conspicuous show of disdain reflects poorly upon your lineage. After all, a true aristocrat maintains a veneer of composure, regardless of who they encounter."
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Only fools would underestimate Bellatrix Lestrange, or think she wasn't capable of the mission given to them. He had not doubted her for a second, confident in letting her take a lead. Her insight was valuable. "That is an excellent question. Perhaps we need to interview the mudbloods thouroughly." He smirked when she charmed them quiet, lining them up like dolls. "I can search the building while you interrogate them and when you're done I'll obliviate them. As if nothing happened."
Listening attentively as Emir spoke, Bellatrix continued her forceful pacing up the hill. A woman on a mission, there was nothing that would disturb her progress. But she did stop upon hearing the facts and turned to rake her sharpened stare across the landscape. From this height, they could see much of the village, including a little row of shops and what was perhaps some kind of authoritarian building - or a museum. Raising her arm, she gestured abruptly. "There. Though if the explosion was here," jabbing her thumb behind her, at the ramshackle remains, "I would like to know why and how."
The rest of the walk was swift, and upon stepping between the rubble, they came across a bedraggled muggle family who was attempting to clear the bricks with nothing but brute force. Savages. A swift charm stunned them all, forcing them to sit passively in line and await interrogation. Bellatrix's anticipation was palpable, shining brightly in her eyes. But enjoyment would have to wait. The building - or what was left of it - required examination. "Revelio," she tried silently, and the charm glistened the surroundings like a delicately consuming wave.
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There was something so powerful about chaos and reveling in it, not feeling ashamed of how much they liked it. That was the best way he could describe the look in Bellatrix eyes and he looked forward to see how much trouble she caused. "Aren't we always?" That's why they got along. They worked well together.
"It is supposed to be some kind of headpiece, perhaps a crown of some sort. A muggle museum has taken a hold of it. That is all I have been told." He did not need explicit details to deduce what kind of objects were of magical origin, surely he would be able to tell when it came down to it.
His words had her glancing over her shoulder, looking back at him with an expression of divine catastrophe. The smile that graced her painted lips was far from pleasant, but instead filled with satisfied appreciation and uncontained excitement. "I'm glad we're on the same page." Not that she'd doubted it for a moment. Years spent together at school had taught her he was a wizard worth her time - or as much time as she deigned to give to men. A feminist at heart, she'd prefer to liaise with witches most of the time. But it was a pity that most of them were damned simpering idiots. Power chiefly seduced her in the end, and she knew many men who wielded theirs admirably. On the other hand, she knew many more who did not. Her high opinion was difficult to stir.
Waiting for him to step alongside her, she continued, gripping the sides of her skirts and raising them to ankle height as they began uphill. "Do we know what the Dark Lord suspects is being hidden? He did not elaborate when I met with him." Ultimately, it didn't matter. But knowing details would focus the interrogation and perhaps give them insight to the surrounding landscape. On first glance, it didn't seem unusual. But she knew better than to take anything at face value, always alert and watching her own back.
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"Bellatrix Lestrange. What a pleasure." Alice rolled her eyes, as she looked over at the other woman. How could someone like that be related to someone as great as Andromeda? It made no sense.
Where: Carkitt Market Who: Open to all Bellatrix titled her head to the side slightly as she studied the person standing a few feet in front of her. They’d been wandering up and down the street. “Looks like a little mouse lost its way.”
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He could always admire talent and when it came to cruelty, there was almost an elegance to the one that Bellatrix portrayed. Emir had always respected her and liked working with her whether it be on death eater or official ministry business. "Correct." He nodded, his face blank. He made sure that they were here first, give them the freedom to decide how this would go. "I believe you are right. The explosion was quite impactful. It is a miracle they survived." If she wanted to have her fun and play with the muggles he didn't see an issue with it. As long as they got the information they needed, all means were acceptable. Perhaps this would get it done quicker. "Let me know if you require assistance."
Staring ahead at the chaotic remains of what was once someone's home, Bellatrix's lips arched maliciously. There was no need to swallow her bloodlust around Emir. He knew what she was, and despite his controlled and gentlemanly exterior, she suspected he was exactly the same. The chance to meddle with a few Muggles was not to be missed, and so here she was, ready to lend her wand to the Ministry's work under the guise of 'helping the team'. Well, she was helping a team. It was just a better one. "We are the first Ministry officials here, correct?" Turning her gaze to him, eyes of savage blue pierced through a rail of heavy lashes, a gaze of feminine innocence, transmuted to devilish desire in the dying sunlight. Slowly, she smiled, filled with anticipation. "You know, Emir, I think they were very injured by the explosion. They were in quite some pain when we arrived, already." He'd surely catch her drift. If he didn't, he would by the time they were done. Gesturing to proceed, she began to pace the cobbled street, her long dress sweeping the ground behind her.
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"I do know my way around, I've just never been here before and the buildings all look very similar, that's all. There's no need to be rude or mean." Greta wasn't the best at standing up for herself, but she tried.
Bellatrix narrowed her eyes at the witch in front of her. "Do I look like a tour guide to you? Should you not know your way around by now or are you lacking the in brains department?"
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"I'm sorry do you know how to get back to Diagon Alley? I was trying to find a shortcut but that kind of backfired and everything looks the same around here."
Where: Carkitt Market Who: Open to all Bellatrix titled her head to the side slightly as she studied the person standing a few feet in front of her. They’d been wandering up and down the street. “Looks like a little mouse lost its way.”
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