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Bellatrix noticed the wizard upon their entrance to the wedding. Intrigued on what might transverse throughout the night, she allowed him refuge within, for now. It disgusted her what he stored inside his pockets, a thief amongst them, and one that did not seem to aim high.

Rhysand excused himself, leaving be to her own devices, that the time came to reveal her presence, striding dangerously in his direction. "What if I wish neither of those?" A deadly tone etched in her voice. "I did tell my dear sister I would behave. I'm sure she'd forgive me if it was started by another." A warning, her wand griped loosely within her grasp.

The petite witch moves to reveal herself to the unwanted guest. "What is your name?"

Fletcher hadn't been invited to the wedding but the threat of being caught and thrown back out wasn't enough to keep him from showing up anyway to see what he might be able to fit into his pockets. Once he'd succeeded in sneaking in through the back gate Fletcher lit a smoke and then immediately found his way to the pavilion where all the refreshments were being kept. He was never one to turn down the opportunity of free food. Lingering in front of a table full of various cheeses and a table full of intricate little tarts, he shoved as many of the treats as he could into the pockets of his dress pants. There was one very small, very pink caterer present though it didn't seem like he was going to say anything as he watched Fletcher take several of his perfect little tarts and shove them haphazardly away for later. He paused only to pop a handful of little cheese cubes into his mouth before continuing as he had been. Hearing footsteps and feeling the usual prickle across his skin that came when he was being watched, he muttered gruffly to whoever had approached him, "take a photo then, or fuck right off. Merde."

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Bellatrix didn't hold back from rolling her eyes at her dear cousin. He was insufferable at times, that she would admit freely. "One should not experiment at functions like this. Unless you do wish to look a fool, dear cousin." A smirk on her lips.

"Are you calling me immature, Evan Rosier?" That was a challenge, one he should wisely consider before answering, knowing that it might not end well for the wizard. "I would hate for the night to end so soon for you."

“Now now, my dearest basilisk,” Evan thrilled, twirling said cane for good effect before pulling his wand from its head, “There’s nothing wrong with melding a little fashion with function.” 

Chuckling slightly, he sheathed his wand and rested both hands atop its rose-jewelled handle, “Well done on not hexing the groomsman who accompanied you down the aisle. Very mature.” 

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Rabastan was a breath of fresh air from the imbeciles that crowded the event. Most left her in a state of dire need to claw her eyes out and leave each withering beneath her feet. Alas, tonight required her best behaviour, despite the urges that streamed throughout her.

"Am I?" Bellatrix countered, taking a supple indulgence of her drink, a desperate need to numb the discontent that rippled through her. She did not hesitate, taking stride beside the one she called family. "I fear it might be much easier to ask who has not." Disdain in her tone, knowing there were only a few on the list.

Some twist of fate seemed to draw them together, each approaching from either side of the crowd until they stood unavoidably before one another. Rabastan always had time for Bellatrix. The request - such as it was - was unnecessary.

"Of course." It was a polite response, too formal for family, though the willing glint in his expression revealed a more potent attention. "I am glad to see you surviving the day, Bella." Mischief arched his lips, heedless mirth barely concealed as he indicated for them to walk towards the side of the room. "Who has been the most insufferable? Let us compare notes."

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Bellatrix was growing tired of the night. Her duties had to be finished as the bride's sister and she should be able to leave his god awful celebration. "I am sure there is a way to make this happen." It was an idle threat, knowing that she would hate to upset her baby sister, but something had to happen soon that was entertainment worthy.

There were only few that could elicit a reaction from Bellatric, and Tav managed to do so, letting out a small snort. "That man is scared shitless of my mother and it serves him well. Those two had no say in what Druella Black wished for." It was the same for hers, but she was much more strong willed than poor Narcissa.

She turns to face the other. "How are you doing Tav?"

"That would be so unfortunate for him," Tav answered with a toothy grin and a snicker, not having expected company but immediately open to chatting with Bellatrix. For ages they had been involved in similar circles, surrounded by similar friends and allies. "But only his own fault if he were to fail so hard. He should do it on purpose, just to liven the place up." The hand that held his drink swept out in front of him, indicating the rather dull party atmosphere around them. Nothing was even being smashed. "No offense to your sister," he said though he didn't actually care if anyone was offended, "but I wasn't expecting much better from a party partially planned by her and Lucius Malfoy. That man is the personification of plain white bread." "He's not even lightly toasted." Snickering again, they took a deep swig of their drink. Firewhiskey barely burned for him anymore.

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where: lucissa wedding who: @r-lestrxnge

Bellatrix was doing her duties, the best that she could, that would not end with one withering on the floor in front of her, that she was grateful when excused by her mother. Rhysand was around and she didn't feel the need to search him out.

That is when she caught sight of Rabastan, family, weaving between the crowd, that seemed to part ways for her, that she was at her brother-in-laws side. "Dear brother, do you have a few spare moments for your sister." It wasn't much of a question, more so, a demand, in the best way she could ask. "I could use a break from all these in sufferable people."

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where: lucissa wedding who: @andromedabtonks

Bellatrix noticed her the second she walked onto Malfoy property. She had her little spies working around the party, repoerting back to her. It was all about timing with the witch. To be able to produce the best impact, relied heavily on when. That is why she allowed the traitor to continue to feel her presence was going unnoticed.

It was closer to the end of the night, when she was about ready to leave work Rhysand, that she found her way over to where the blood traitor found refuge.

"I find it intriguing you continue to embed yourself in a place you no longer belong." Bellatrix comes up behind Andromeda. "There is consequences to your actions." A warning, a plan already in place.

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where: lucissa wedding who: @tavnott

Bellatrix had lost Rhysand. She was certain the three brothers were together, mingling, and if they were up to some trouble and she was not involved, it would not be in their favour.

This also left her alone to her own devices, and the only reason she remained clam, was it was her dear sister's wedding. Slender fingers plucked at a fresh glass of champagne from the serving walking passed with a tray, turning to find Tav not too far off. There was something peculiar about them.

"Would it be poor manner if Lucius suddenly tripped and his face fell into the cake?" It was s splendid idea, though she could never do that to Narcissa.

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where: lucissa wedding who: @perfecterosier

Bellatrix ignored the fact that her dear cousin decided to show up with a cane. The audacity seemed fitting for the Rosier, yet she would not miss an opportunity to make a comment about it.

"Dear cousin, if you so wish to use a cane, I could give you a real reason for it." A sly smirk pulls on her lips, inflicting pain in others did so bring her joy, even if they were related.

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Bellatrix Lestrange attending the wedding —escorted by her husband, Rhysand Lestrange

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Bellatrix did not mind his company, he was one of the few she could tolerate. "There is some I wish to never lay eyes on once more." And if they were to perish, she would feel nothing for their loss. "You must regain your strength." Her way of showing care. "Are you being a good guest for Rabastan?"

Rodolphus chuckled a little as he came to sit down beside her. "Not to family at least." He had been around her enough to know the different tones after all. Once his drink got there he took a sip before letting out a deep sigh. "I feel like hell. Still haven't thawed out from that cell."

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Bellatrix noticed immediately when Narcissa walked through the door, curious what brought her into a place like this, turning her attention in their direction. Disappointment still hit her from finding her dear baby sister conversing with the one that decided she was too good for them. That witch was no longer family and did not get one moment of their time. "Disappointed." She pointed out, turning her attention towards her drink. "Is this why you are here? You know what happens to traitors, Cissa. Is that what you really want?" She would hate to cast aside another sister, but her morals and beliefs would not change.

The White Wyvern was not an establishment that Narcissa often frequented, but she knew that Bellatrix did and hoped to find her there. Things had been unsteady since that day with Andromeda and Narcissa couldn't stand it anymore. Leave it to Andromeda to make a mess of things again.

Narcissa walked through the pub door as if she belonged there and made her way towards her sister. She nearly froze, however, when Bellatrix had spoken. She knew that her sister was angry but she hadn't expected her to still be angry. Ignoring her sister's tone, she sat down across from her. A waitress approached their table. "Glass of elderflower wine," she ordered before looking at Bellatrix. "You're still upset with me." It wasn't a question but more a statement.

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Bella was out collecting a few items for the house, knowing that her husband was spending time with his brothers, the three of them finally all back together. The clothing store was her last stop before she would be heading home, stepping inside, and her eyes landed on a face she had not scene since the festival - Regulus.

Not one to pass up the opportunity, her steps led in his direction. "You are brave," she points out, a finger running along the clothes on the rake. She would never forgive him for what he did. "Here I would think another would accompany you." A coldness to her tone.

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.

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Photo: Ellen Von Unwerth

Model: Keira Knightley

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If it wasn't already for the stoic expression written across her features, they would have surely dropped at his comment, a certain spark in her hazel hues. "Perhaps if you were my favourite cousin, I'd speak to you at all." Nails drum against the table top, a slight cant to her head, and if he looked hard enough, one corner of her mouth twitched into a smirk.

Other fingers curled around the stem of her wine glass, swirling the contents of the red liquid, fixated on it's uncanny resemblance to blood, that her attention flickers up at his mention of a toast; this one she could agree to. "To family." Gently her glass clinks against his, taking a small indulgence. Silence soon filled, a tad curious what words he would utter to fill the space around them.

With a gasp to put an actor to shame, Evan slide into the chair opposite, his usual grin fixed in place, “Now, is that any way to speak to your most favourite cousin in the world, my sweet Bellatrix?” He asked wiggling his fingers and summoning a waiter in moments, “A bottle please my friend, quick as you can.” He said, taking the man’s hand and slipping a galleon into it. Sure enough, he had a bottle of his own and glass in under a minute, “Now light of my life, a toast I think,” he raised his glass lightly, “To the brothers recently reunited, and to us.” He added with a soft chuckle.  

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Keira Knightley as Cecilia Tallis – Atonement (2007)

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"You act like it isn't the way I talk with all, Rodolphus." She was pleased to see that he was home, that all the Lestrange brothers were home. It took a toll on Rabastan, the two of them trying to write this wrong. A hand gestured for him to join her at her table - they were family after all. "You look like hell." She found no need to lie, taking a sip of her wine.

Staying in the house was not something that Rodolphus was great at. He hated being idle and while he couldn't have his job back - something he still hated - he could get out and see people. Anyone would really do, as he had spent so long looking into darkness.

Entering the White Wyvern he took note of a familiar face. His sister-in-law. He started her way, before raising a brow. "Now is that a way to talk to me, Bella?" He gave a glance at the waiter. "Fire whiskey." Turning back to face Bellatrix he looked her over. "You look well."

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"Yet, she still felt inclined to do so." The sharpness would not leave her tone, glancing over at the blonde beside her, disappointed. Andromeda had chosen to leave them behind, forfeiting any opportunity like this. They were no longer family and that was something the brunette would need to learn.

"Who said I was angry at her?" Her attention turned back to Andromeda, canting her head. If she had a heart, one that still longed for the sister that walked out of them, she may have been tempted to indulge in this little get together. "You are not my sister." She spoke bluntly, sitting up in her chair. "A stranger that simply cannot let go of a life that she no longer belongs to, because that is what she wished for. To marry a mudblood." A twisted smile etched into her features. "Does he not satisfy you, that you must come crawling back to those that meant nothing to you? Do tell me Andromeda, perhaps you should wander back to your dear husband."

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Narcissa was taken aback. Is that not precisely why I left? She hadn't expected Andromeda to throw that in her face. What did she want her to say to that? That she was a stronger woman for leaving? Or Narcissa was a stronger woman for staying? For once she had nothing to say and she didn't like it.

Narcissa was going to walk away but the waitress brought her her tea and pastry and looked helplessly at the two women. "Fine. Just for a few minutes," she decided, not wanting to make a scene. That would end up in the papers. At least now she could be sure that her mother and Bellatrix and Lucius didn't hear about this. "Thank you," she dismissed the waitress and glanced at Andromeda over the table. She wanted to talk about her wedding? They hadn't spoken in years and that was the first thing she brought up? "I'm very happy with Lucius. I am looking forward to finally marrying him. It's been a long time coming."

She hadn't noticed Bellatrix approaching. When she heard Bellatrix's voice her blood ran cold. Narcissa closed her eyes and told herself to breathe. "It's not what it looks like Bella," Narcissa said stiffly, looking at her eldest sister. "There was nowhere else to sit. This wasn't...it wasn't planned." Narcissa felt sick.