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Narcissa smirked a little at her sister’s impatience. It was typical Bella. Without further protest, she fell into step with the raven haired woman. “You always need a drink,” she commented wryly. Not that Narcissa was any different. She wondered sometimes if a mild level of inebriation was a requirement for events like these. How else did so many people with so many rivalries and dislike between them get along so well?

It was certainly an interesting study in human behaviour. Narcissa would never say she was a scientist by any means, but she was a study of humanity, that was for certain. She liked to know what made people tick so she could know better how to bend them to her will. All without anyone noticing a thing.

Bella’s face fell straight and rigid as they began walking away from the group of people. She was one of the many people in the world who had the lovely problem of ‘resting bitch face’. Not that Bella saw it as a problem at all; actually she loved it. With her heals clicking on the ground and her back as straight as an arrow, it only made sense that her face match the rest of the aesthetic she seemed to be oozing. Her eyes rolled at her sister’s comment though and she lifted her right shoulder haphazardly. ''If you can prove to be sober at these events, Cissa- then you can talk.'' She said. A particular harshness to her voice, as if she was reprimanding Narcissa for making a obvious statement, or just letting her see who was still is control. Either way- it had worked this far. 

Once another flute of champagne was in her left hand and Narcissa was dragged away once again into a corner of the room that was left unoccupied, Bellatrix let out a dragged sigh that only came from her pretending for an hour. ''Do you remember who this is for?'' She asked casually, taking a sip of her drink as delicately as she could as her eyes continuously scanned the room. She knew who it was for- she could tell you every detail about this even actually. But that wasn’t the point of this conversation, but she wasn’t going to jump into any details while people were still stuck on the fact that the Blacks were here. 

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Bellatrix for once at a event such as this- wasn’t attached to her husband’s hip and wasn’t smiling and nodding at every little thing that an important power or figure that said something to her. She was in the back row, tucked away just enough that attention wasn’t drawn to her, soaking in every word. This was one of those events that usually Bella wouldn’t take seriously. She would roll her eyes, sign her name on the clipboard to prove attendance while distracting everyone with a loudly spoken story of her parents or some lovely thing Rodolphus had done. But this event about unusual defense had perked Bella’s interest- and even if she left with an eye roll, she could still people watch. 

She had taken a break from listening and rolled her head around on her shoulders a couple times, stretching her neck before she stood. She absent mindlessly wandered over to the refreshments table and popped a couple pieces of random candy into her mouth while she picked up a soda. Bella watched as a person began to wander towards her, and figured he would either pick up a conversation- or just leave her alone as she was desperately hoping. So- in an attempt to aid this clue, she turned her back. Completely avoided any kind of physical connection with them in hopes they would walk the other way and not try to start anything. 

Instead, they collided. Bella’s hand immediately tensed over her wand and her entire body stiffened as she turned on her heal. Without a second glance Bella was fuming- and it radiated around her. There wasn’t time for the other person to explain themselves, there wasn’t even time for her to think- but there was. She blinked just enough to remember she was in the middle of the Ministry of Magic, surrounded by dozens of important figures, all very aware of where Bella had just spent a two week holiday. She lowered her hand that was resting on her hip and took the deepest of breaths she could muster before looking up. 

''Just a tad to late to make that decision, oi?'' 

Date: March 28th

Location: Ministry of Magic  Unusual Defense Methods Conference

Status: Closed for @bvllatriz

Ministry events tended to confuse Kingsley, and their most recent concoction was no different. He never particularly liked the Ministry events, other than the company perhaps. 

An Unusual Defense Methods conference just seemed to him like it had a thinly veiled agenda and he wasn’t quite sure where they were meant to go with that. But either way, he was at the event, and hoping he’d catch a glimpse of a Bowtruckle while he was there.

He was scanning the crowd for his usual familiar faces, but in doing so he lost track of where he was going and crashed into someone. “Oh, uh. Sorry. Should have been watching where I was going.”

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Bella had been skipping circles around her younger brother in law for several minutes now- and it was making her nearly cackle. Which, probably didn’t help the situation. He had always been an angry person to duel, he let his emotions get the best of him and it showed when he dueled. She had always been the opposite- she thrived off of making people mad. She would laugh, taunt, tease, anything to get your emotions heightened and give her the upper hand. She knew he was a good dueler though, that was the thing. Bellatrix wouldn’t waste her time training him if it didn’t mean it would work out to her favor. He had something in him- if he would just stop screaming and start actually hexing. 

The next shot was cheap, probably uncalled for and didn’t need to be thrown, but it did at the same time. Bella wanted a simple nudge to remind him that until he got his anger under control, and she was going to repeat the move before he was up, hands held high and the safe word being screamed. She groaned in annoyance, slightly upset that her little game was ripped away from her before she just rolled her eyes and dropped her wand, walking over to him. She wasn’t going to deny it- he had put her through the ringer a little bit, kept her on her toes, but she still wasn’t as exhausted as he seemed to do to himself. ''You’re offaly loud, yeah?'' She sighed, patting his shoulder and slipping her wand into the hip of her jeans. ''Just keep yourself a bit quieter and you’d start to get it.'' 

Lestrange Manor / 20th March 2018 / Closed for: @bvllatriz

Rab threw her hex back with a frustrated shout, teeth gritting against each other as he fought to catch his breath. Bellatrix was running circles around him, any opportunity to make him suffer more – she’d take it. He’d always been an aggressive dueller. It made for poor accuracy, and was even worse for his defence he’d been told. There were few times he didn’t let his temper get the better of him. He knew she was just pushing him, only enough so that, in his anger, he would tap into a more powerful capacity that would allow him to best her. Allow him to be a better dueller. There was little chance he could do that without channelling something special.

Between choked breaths, he tried to go over the things she had taught him but he was interrupted by a flash of silver flying towards him. Darting to the side, he launched into a tuck and roll before shouting out their safe word, “ Quidditch! ” He threw up his hands in resignation as he jumped up, eyes rolling to the back of his skull. “ Q-Quidditch. ”

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Rita had always been good at making friends in high places. She might not have been pure of blood or filthy rich but she had a way of getting what she wanted with nothing but her own tenacity. As far as Rita was concerned, it was her greatest strength. The reason behind all her success. For all her tenacity though, Rita had never made an ally of the oldest Black sister, though she went by Lestrange now. Rita had admired Bellatrix from afar, but she didn’t have a death wish and Rita was certain she could probably kill her if she’d wanted to so she’d kept her distance.

She looked so vulnerable now though. Rita almost didn’t recognize her when she’d passed her on the bridge. It made her nervous. She approached her with care, as if approaching a dangerous animal rather than a well-respected woman and when she saw Bella joking, taunting her Rita, much to her surprise, breathed a sigh of relief. Rita wasn’t exactly the kind of person one turned to when they were contemplating jumping off a bridge.

“If you wanted to off yourself,” she began, her crude words matching Bellatrix’s taunts, “jumping off a bridge is probably not the way to do it. The Ministry would probably have a fit given all the muggles around.” Her words were spoken as though they were simply a matter of fact. No compassion to be heard. “I don’t suppose you’d consider giving me exclusive rights to your suicide note. I could turn your death into one hell of a story. I could make sure every wizard is still talking about you in a century.”

Bella had never favored Skeeter, she had nothing ill to say about her though- in public. The low had to make their way about somehow, and if pulling from the bottom of the barrel to make a living was how to do it, then do away. She never understood why one would choose a life of asking so many questions and either always receiving way too much information, or a string full of lies that even the public wouldn’t eat up with a silver spoon. The only reason she felt that way? Bella was more often than not, the one perched on the spoon. 

Seeing Rita wandering around like a hopeless puppy made the taunting come so much easier and Bella was glad to see she was playing along with it. The joke didn’t phase her, if anything it pushed her on. Bella was more than aware that those few moments on the bridge looked eerily more like a final goodbye than just a lousy hello, but when was Bella ever known for her goodbyes? Finales she was good at, maybe too good, but never goodbyes. 

She nearly laughed, at the mention of the Ministry though. ''They would have a fit because I was dead, Skeeter.'' Bellatrix smirked, waltzing forward so she was no longer screaming over traffic, but keeping enough distance between them to make it obvious that until she decided that it was, this wasn’t a friendly interaction. You say that like I’m not the hottest topic on the board right now. Bella sighed, a little disappointed that Rita wasn’t quite on her game like she seemed to be. ''Everyone is still talking about Azkaban, imagine what they would say if I offed myself. Bellatrix Lestrange, running away, or force into?'' She mocked, holding a dramatically shaking hand towards her chest.'' Don’t bother, with the headline though Skeeter, everyone knows exactly what I’m doing. 

Did she though? At this point in time, all Bella was doing was plaing with fire and holding the match only inches from her reputation. Say what she would about Rita- she knew what she was capable of, and Bella wasn't even putting up a fight.

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Bellatrix didn’t want to be here. It was plain and simple and quite frank. She was here for appearances, to make everyone believe that she wasn’t fighting for this death from the start. They were fighting for something so wrong and so against everything that made sense that at this point in her life, Bella still didn’t understand why it was a fight. If it wasn’t for the purebloods none of them would be here. This belief that the world could go on while including a race that would never and could never understand the world around them to the fullest was just blasphemy to Bella. 

She was doing a great job though, at pretending. Or at least she believed so. She was in a mild black dress, hair done in a half up messy bun and her lips painted the darkest maroon she could find. It was tasteful, in the slightest hint of boredom. Bella clung to her husband’s arm as he walked and talked with various members of the death eaters, ministry officials and those who obviously were worth talking too. She usually didn’t play this roll, tucked away, holding onto her husband for comfort in such a sad time, refusing to be center of attention.

Bella was dying to do something; and that’s where Narcissa came in. She had seen her since she walked in, keeping an eye on her younger sister as the night dragged on. Finally, she just couldn’t take it anymore. After kissing her husband on the cheek and explaining she must go see her sister for a few minutes, she pried herself away from the conversation and made her way over. She went eyes on her as her heals clicked brightly on the floor. 

Once behind her sister, she clipped a long painted finger nail on the wrap and continued to walk away, as if she drag her sister away from whatever she was doing and put all of her attention on Bella. But, she was stopped and her eyes rolled as she turned around. ''We’re not tangled, Cissa. Now come along, I need a drink.'' She sighed, not frustrated, but already bored of standing and explaining herself. 

''Coming?'' Bella asked again as she dropped her sisters’ wrap off of her finger and motioned forward as she started walking backward, giggling quietly as she waited for her sister to follow as instructed to. 

Elaine Selwyn’s funeral, and subsequent celebration of life was a well attended affair. Narcissa couldn’t decide if it was because the woman had been well liked, or if everyone wanted to give the impression that she was. There were certainly a few Purebloods that Narcissa wouldn’t have expected to see at the funeral of a woman who was well known for her pro-Muggleborn stance. Perhaps they were there to alleviate suspicions.

Did the mere act of showing up really fool the Aurors? If it did, then they were imbeciles. Narcissa was sure that just as many people were there to secretly gloat to themselves as anything else. Or to gather information. Looking around at the varied crowd, Narcissa thought this would be a good place to see who held similar opinions and thoughts to the late Ms. Selwyn. If she were so inclined. But of course she wasn’t. 

Narcissa had once been told that she seemed to float through life. The girl who told her that had meant it as an insult of course, but Narcissa hadn’t taken it as one. It was the truth, after all. She preferred to glide over problems, and remain untouched and unruffled by all. No one could accuse her of anything if her conduct and behaviour was exemplary. Not that there was anything to accuse her of. Though apparently her blood was enough to condemn her in some people’s eyes.

Sipping on a glass of wine she had been offered by a passing waiter, Narcissa looked around. She was mostly trying to figure out where Lucius had gotten to. They had paid there respects, and now she wanted to get home to Draco. There was something about funerals that reminded her of her own mortality–and more importantly, her son’s. About to move off through the crowd, someone brushed by Narcissa. She pursed her lips at the rudeness, but was willing to let it go. Until she realized that they had somehow managed to catch onto the fringe of her black wrap. 

Reaching out quickly, Narcissa placed a hand on their arm before they could move off. She didn’t want them pulling a thread loose. “Sorry, but we seem to have gotten tangled when you brushed past me,” she said, her pleasant tone no indication of her true annoyance. She held up her arm which now had several threads leading over to the other person. Had she gotten stuck on one of their buttons? A piece of jewelry? A watch? 

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Knuckles white from clutching the edge of the bridge, Bellatrix rolled her head and shoulders back, cracking each joint before resting her eyes back on the water. This wasn’t a jump scene; she wasn’t planning on throwing herself off the side of the bridge and ending the stress filled days. Hell, it wouldn’t even kill her. At least that’s what she’s convinced herself if she were to even consider it. But not today. Today she was just here to think; to concentrate. Whenever she found herself in a room alone- it was quickly interrupted by a bloody house elf, husband or another member of the death eaters who needed help; time or whatever for that day. 

She was sick of it and it was making her sick. Well not actually, but she was just trying to make a point to herself. She was instantly brought back to reality when a voice called out. Bella wasn’t sure if it was towards her or one of the many cars racing by- threatening to plow another over if it didn’t move quickly enough. She turned her head anyway, removing her hand from the wall and placed it on her right hip, spinning her index finger right over the tip of her wand in case of emergencies. 

Bella’s eyebrow flicked upwards as the person continuously walked towards her- though she was completely at a lost for what the emotion being projected towards her was supposed to be. ''You called?'' She asked, a taunting tone wrapping around her voice as a smirk played across he lips. ''I can’t hear you?'' She continued, pointing to her ears as if she was making a valiant effort to well, actually hear them. 

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