#lucinda002

[commanderlestrange]

Who: Bella + @lucixtalkalot​ When: February 28th, mid-morning. Where: Bellatrix’s office, Lestrange Manor. 

If Bellatrix had thought that the mission to conquer Dumbledore’s office was stressful, the order to take Hogwarts entirely was even more so. Breaking into Dumbledore’s office had been a largely simple endeavour, despite Rabastan’s attempts to make it otherwise. Bellatrix just had to control herself and her brother-in-law, but now there were far too many moving pieces to even think about it. Never mind the concern that some professors may have booby trapped the castle fearing this very event. Bellatrix wouldn’t put it past McGonagall and Filch to put their own protections up, even after abandoning the castle. 

Too many moving parts, too much risk.

It was shaping up to be a sleepless week. Glamours obscured the dark circles under her eyes easily, but there was only so much coffee Bellatrix could drink before she’d end up shaking under the influence of too much caffeine. In all honesty, Bellatrix didn’t think she’d had a full nights sleep since leaving Hogwarts. Certainly since Rodolphus went away she’d not been sleeping right, spending more time at night awake and pacing than sleeping. Last night had been no different, and tonight would be the same. Too much to think about, too many moving parts. 

Her heels were clacking against the marble floor as she paced around her office. War papers were strewn everywhere, research books open to various pages and then abandoned half way through. It almost looked as if a bomb had exploded in there, and in reality, it may well have done. Sometimes when Bellatrix hadn’t stretched her magic in a while it exploded out of her forcefully, and she could hardly remember if that had happened here. A roll of parchment caught her eye and she got engrossed in reading it once more when one of the house elves appeared into her vision. “Madame Lestrange, Miss Talkalot is here.” “Send her in,” Bellatrix dismissed with a wave of her hand.

A few moments passed and then the door to her office pushed open slowly. “Lucinda, please....come in. Take a seat. Did you owl ahead? I’ve been overrun this morning so I haven’t had chance to open my post yet.”

[sadavery-blog]

WHO: Vincent Avery and Alexandra Walters (Lucinda Talkalot) WHEN: Thursday, June 14th, 1979. 12:47PM. WHERE: The Macmillian Wedding

Freshly away from his conversation with Anastasiya, Vincent padded his way across the reception ground. There was a rather annoying flute floating around behind him, whistling and dancing with the music. He was hoping that if he walked through a crowded enough area it might find someone else to hover around, but it was still there when he made it across the other side. Frowning in annoyance, he changed course and headed towards a waiter carrying a tray of champagne. Grabbing his third one of the afternoon, he turned and continued on his way. He stuck out like a sore thumb in a party filled with such good people. His nose turned upwards in distaste. He really ought to leave. 

He still had yet to locate Andromeda, though, so he decided to push on and stay just a little while longer. He downed half of his drink in one fell swoop, and while doing so, he felt the unsettling feeling of being watched. Glancing to his left suspiciously, he made eye contact with--- a stranger? He couldn’t place her face, nor her name, and yet she was staring at him with such recognition that it almost made him uncomfortable.

                  “Excuse me?” He said, a bit rudely. “Can I help you?”

@lucixtalkalot​

[the-arthur-vale]

Trying to keep busy Arthur had been sorting through some things at the family home when he came across of bunch of things that belonged to Devon - including what Arthur guessed had been a gift from Cinda. Deciding that Cinda might like it Arthur headed over to her place only to realise that, after knocking on her door, he had no idea what to say. He hadn’t seen any of Devon’s friends since her death and wasn’t sure if he prepared for the conversation that might follow. “Hey, Cinda.” He said kind of awkwardly as the door was opened. “I, um, found this and thought you might want it... I’m sorry I should have called or texted first.”

@lccxnda

[headhunterjosh-blog1]

f2f || time to say goodbye

Baby Bear has sent headhunter a friend request. Accept? [ Yes ] or No

He pressed the yes button almost immediately after it showed up. Despite what Josh considered his better judgment, Lucinda proved to be quite useful after all. He couldn’t help but smirk at her username, but still decided he had made enough fun of it already to not bring it up again.

The tavern was almost empty that evening, most people obviously still being out and about, busy with their quests when Joshua and Lucinda had their drinks as a form of compensation for the struggles they had to go through to get their reward. 

After he emptied his third glass, he decided to call it a night. He got up with a sigh, using the table to steady himself until he stood properly, his body still sore from the fight with that damn bat. “So, I’m outta here. Who knows, maybe we’ll meet again sometime, Little Red.” He gave her a slight smile as he pushed his chair back, turning around to leave.

@baby-bear-lucy

[shredmytapestry]

@shutup-lucy

‘hi baby,’ amycus’ gaze lifted as he spotted the girl made his way towards her, slipping an easy arm around her waist and not entirely caring if she was talking to someone or not. ‘seems like it’s been years since i’ve seen you last. is that a gray hair, sweets?’ amycus raised his brow, pretending to look through her hair but he was only joking and offered her his bottle.