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Avery sighed, allowing his wife to pull him into her side without protest. Physical affection between himself and Colette was rare and often fleeting, the majority of it being done in front of cameras or in event halls – always for a show. He never quite understood what it meant when she indulged in such gestures while at home but he didn’t have any intention of putting an end to it, though whether it was to avoid her anger or to avoid her pulling away he wasn’t sure. Nothing did ever seem to be simple or sensible when it came to Colette, or any of his family, for that matter.

“He did lose the love of his life, darling. Though I can assure you, if anyone were to ever threaten my wife, my actions would not be so careless…”

Avery leaned his head into her side, bringing a hand up to grasp hers where it wrapped around his broad shoulder. “He’s safe with us for now, it won’t exactly be difficult to convince the rest of the world that he’s grieving. Vivienne’s obliviation charm was impeccable as always, and my dear brother and I only sustained minor injuries from our little bar brawl, so as long as we keep our heads down…”

Colette would sooner be tortured than admit that Avery’s presence made her feel more secure, but leave it to the thrumming of her heart to betray her as he pulled in closer to her side. She would just have to act casual, as this was nothing more than a brush of shoulders for her. Her eyes would be on any mild thing of interest in the room rather than her husband beside her as her anger started to simmer down. 

“Losing the love of his life is no excuse to go around on a stabbing spree,” she muttered under her breath, squeezing Avery’s hand in return.

It was almost off putting to hear Avery talk about her in a protective way. So much of their relationship was for the camera and the galas, it often left Colette unsure where Avery’s acting ended and his legitimate feelings began. “I have no doubt in Vivienne that she was effective, she seems to be the only sensible one between your siblings after-”

She stopped abruptly at the mention of injuries. “Are you insinuating that Marius actually hurt you?”

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Marius raised a brow, actually giving a pause to his sister and stopped his pacing. He may have been foolish in how he decided to deal with his grief, but he had eyes: her mouth formed words that didn’t answer his question – what do you want?

There was no one who entered that basement without wanting something from him; he wasn’t a fool enough to pretend that she wanted company. Her reply, or really, lack thereof, made it a little too easy to deduce what she did want: she wanted to poke the bear with a stick. 

“Fantastic. Considered me visited. Goodbye.” He didn’t feel like being the entertainment to fill some bored housewife’s time, even if that housewife was married to his brother.

Colette’s soft laugh echoed around the room, feigning sweetness as she moved closer to the door. Nothing about visiting Marius had her expecting he would greet her warmly, but where was the fun in it if it wasn’t a challenge? It wasn’t like he had the leisure of ignoring her, walking to another room or even threatening her. No, Marius would listen whether he liked the company or not.

“Oh brother,” she smiled once again with a gentle shaking of her head, allowing her bangs to fall in front of her face. “It must be hard being down here alone, all by yourself. I thought you would welcome having someone to pass the day with.”

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marius--lestrange:

Marius wasn’t expecting visitors. The only person who would visit him was now dead, and for all he knew, he was going to die in the family’s basement in their summer home. His mood quieted to a simmer, with not much to do but walk in circles without a wand or windows.

He wasn’t sure how long he had been, but he turned immediately as soon has he heard something that wasn’t his own footsteps. “What the fuck do you want?”

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Colette did little to hide her presence from Marius as she entered the room. Heels clacking pointedly as she decided the stairs, timed, measured, all with the intent to have him watch as she leisurely made her way over. Granted, she would be the last person he’d expect to see. She dared not bring her wand as she did not trust his stability enough to risk it getting stolen and used against her. But there was no way she would not be armed. A subtle brush of fingers over her upper thigh where a knife was concealed put her more at ease as her dearest brother in law turned to face her.

“What do I want,” Colette repeated in a soft tone that would have otherwise been too quiet to hear had it not been for the way the house echoed. Marius was taking her safety, the sanctity of her name and now the Lestrange summer home. Colette was not a generous person; she would not allow him to take much more.

“Do I need to want something? I want to visit my dear brother in law, Marius.”

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Avery sighed, bending down on one knee besides the chair to get a better look. While checking on Marius that morning, he had forgotten to read the most recent Prophet update… though voluntarily forgotten was more like it. There was only so much nonsense a man could take, and he had half a mind to go and take care of Rita himself, but such a high profile name as Skeeter did made such a business deal riskier than he would like, and he never did enjoy getting his hands dirty if it were unnecessary. Still, the short reprieve had been worth it, even if it did mean he spent all morning in near-silence with his brother.

“Are you sure you want to know the answer to that one, love?” He ran a hand through the hair at his neck. It wasn’t that he was trying to keep secrets from his wife, rather – the less she knew often meant the less of a risk she was at. However, this wasn’t just another business deal, this was all of their lives, and he supposed he owed it to her to keep her in the loop.

“We ran into a bit of an… incident… with our dear cousin. Marius didn’t take the news about Beatrice well, naturally…”

“Its necessary that I know, Avery,” Colette replied, steeling her gaze as she met her husband’s eyes. Lestrange was her last name too, and despite having given it to her, Colette felt as though there were times that Avery had forgotten that.

She wrapped an arm around his neck as he knelt to her level, pulling him close as he spoke. There was a certain art to being affectionate with her husband when she wanted information that Colette had learned masterfully. When Avery spoke of Marius, she was almost disgusted by how unsurprising she was by the news. Wrinkling her nose, she flung the newspaper aside.

“Beatrice? He’s throwing a fit about Beatrice, so he goes and stabs someone?!”

Colette’s voice grew louder as she spoke about it. How DARE that selfish twat of a Lestrange threaten their safety in such a way?? Livid wouldn’t even begin to describe what she was feeling steadily build in her chest. He was becoming a threat to their name, and half brother or not, she would make sure Avery took care of it. 

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Avery padded out of his brother’s current room, satisfied by the knowledge that Vivienne’s visit had left Marius in a more presentable state than he had been when the eldest Lestrange had dragged him to the manor. He might have felt worse about smashing his brother’s face against the bar had he not stabbed him with a fucking paring knife. Of course, he supposed it was partially his fault for only taking Marius’ wand – but he was less concerned about the damage he was capable of with a small knife than the damage that could be done with a wand and a loose canon. Wasn’t exactly like it was the worst wound he had sustained, though typically it wasn’t his own flesh and blood who was responsible. Fucking Marius.

With a sigh, he ran a large hand through his hair, kneading his calloused fingers into his neck as he continued through the manor. With Marius healed and sleeping, the elder Lestrange was set on taking a power nap in his favorite chair. If he were to go straight to bed after the day he’d had, he was certain he would sleep right through the night, and he had numbers to crunch with the blasted travel ban in order making international business more of a nuisance than usual. However, upon entering the corridor he recognized a head of blonde hair – a sight he still wasn’t quite used to seeing regularly around the manor. He came over to let his arm rest against the back of the chair, peering down at what the petite blonde was reading.

“Something bothering you, love?”

Colette’s heart skipped a beat hearing her husband’s voice so suddenly. Normally, she wasn’t around for little more than to see him off on any given work day. So for them to suddenly be occupying the same place was abnormal. A vague feeling of guilt would get pushed back down into her stomach as fast as it bubbled to the surface as she leaned her head back onto the headrest to meet his gaze.

“This.”

The single word would be the only explanation Avery would need once Colette folded the paper over for him, revealing the incriminating headline followed closely by their family name. “What have these deaths suddenly got to do with us? What do you know?”

Insistence was never the way to get information out of Avery, but if he knew something, she was sure he would tell her. After all, Colette couldn’t dispose of a body if Avery didn’t tell her where it was.

...metaphorically of course.

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To say that Colette spent little time at the Lestrange manor was an understatement. Had she not spent the first budding years of her stagnant marriage there, she would probably still be getting lost in the many corridors, in the twists and turns of the ancient home. In this instance, she was home because she wasn’t allowed to be anywhere else. The travel ban set in place by the Ministry since the start of the Ministry Missing Nine, as coined by Rita Skeeter. Speaking of Skeeter, Colette’s eyes skimmed the Daily Prophet she held in one hand as she lounged on one of the many plush armchairs in the manor, legs dangling off the sides. The article was rather dry, more found dead, more chaos, blah blah. And she wouldn’t have cared had it not been for-

“Vivienne...”

A sudden chill swept through her  as she read her sister-in-law’s name and Colette pulled her cardigan closer to her body. Though she hardly believed that Vivienne was to blame for the Weasley girl being stabbed, any situation with the Lestrange name attached would not bode well for her. She was so entranced in her thoughts she barely heard footsteps echoing down the hall. 

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My whole life, there have been people expecting me to be a certain way because of how I look. They expect certain things of me, expect me to be of a certain intelligence. I’m constantly walking a tightrope between the kind of roles I want to play and the kind of roles I’m expected to play.