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[pure-ebony.livejournal.com]

Bellatrix is smiling when she walks in.

And she doesn't stop smiling for a moment when she sees where she is, not even a flicker.

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[beauty-marred.livejournal.com]

Narcissa is calmly sipping a cup of tea when the door opens. Once it does, however, she barely gets the cup back on the saucer without breaking it.

"Bella?"

[pure-ebony.livejournal.com]

Now her expression changes, just slightly.

"--Cissy?"

[beauty-marred.livejournal.com]

"Bella, you're here? Are you all right?" She rushes to her sister's side, only to realize something is rather wrong.

"You're... you're so young."

[pure-ebony.livejournal.com]

[ooc: OH. Dude. The thing. With the thing. Uh. Ping me? :D?]

"Well, you haven't aged well, have you, dear?"

Oh yes.

It's Bellatrix. Same (not totally there) look in her eyes there always was.

[beauty-marred.livejournal.com]

Oh yes. Same look in her eyes, same sharp tongue.

But not the Bella who escaped Azkaban.

"I have been under some stress lately." Narcissa lifts her chin with practiced grace, a reaction of habit to criticism.

[pure-ebony.livejournal.com]

"It does show. There are spells to cover those things, you know."

[beauty-marred.livejournal.com]

"Yes, perhaps I will look into those." Her words are clipped, but she keeps reminding herself that it's just Bella being Bella, and herself, she's probably still a flightly debutante to her sister.

"I take it you're well. When... where have you come in from?"

[pure-ebony.livejournal.com]

And always, always will be, really.

"Visiting Mummy dearest. We had some details to talk about," waving a hand idly. "And you must be from far ahead of me in time, seeing how this place works."

She's eyed.

"Rather far indeed."

[beauty-marred.livejournal.com]

"Mummy?" Narcissa looks startled and briefly looks past her sister to where the door should be. Her compsure is regained quickly, though.

"It appears so." She agrees quietly. "Draco is seventeen already."

[last_adam]

*Adam wasn't out in the bar for long. Just to get some food for dinner, something from the bar as opposed to some scrounged left-overs from god knows where. Maybe sneak out back to London and get some take-away as a surprise for Alanna. So when he passes the woman by the door, maybe it strikes him as a little strange that Tonks would be away and without the baby, but he smiles and greets her anyway.*

Evening, Dora.

[pure-ebony.livejournal.com]

Bellatrix invented the art of looking down one's nose at someone else.

She practices this art now.

[last_adam]

What?

*He's a little taken aback, but hell. Not like he's had the most sleep lately.*

[pure-ebony.livejournal.com]

"Please don't do me the discourtesy of mistaking me for that mudblood."

[last_adam]

*Oh.


OH.*

Oh?

[pure-ebony.livejournal.com]

"Have you been hit often on the head in life, or are you slow by nature?"

[last_adam]

None of the above, thanks.

*He narrows his eyes and watches her face. There's something off about this one.*

[pure-ebony.livejournal.com]

Is there?

How odd.

"I'm failing to think of a third option, really, but I'm sure you'd know yourself best."

[sanguimmuno.livejournal.com]

Beautiful, young and dark-haired.

Just how Salazar likes them.

Bellatrix is being eyed by that fairly creepy old man a 'striking' 30 year old dark-haired stranger at the bar.

[pure-ebony.livejournal.com]

[ooc: AHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHA.]

Oh, but he's not all that strange.

Not when you've grown up a Black. His portrait was present in enough rooms.

Bellatrix stares with something like delight.

[sanguimmuno.livejournal.com]

A beautiful woman, smiling at him. And with apparent delight.

Well.

He floats a glass of wine to her, a flirty smile playing on his lips.

[pure-ebony.livejournal.com]

Bellatrix's life is complete.

Entirely complete, and she's still staring as she takes the glass.

[sanguimmuno.livejournal.com]

Well.

Salazar conjures some paper and a quill and scribbles a note.

It wouldn't do, proper, to just invite one's self to sit with a lady.

He floats the note over to her.

My lady,
My name is Salazar Slytherin, and I would love to make the pleasure of your acquaintance. If you would bother me to sit with you, I would be eternally in debt to you.

The Lord Master Salazar Slytherin.

Embellishment Imschmellishment.

[pure-ebony.livejournal.com]

Bellatrix doesn't even pause before conjuring the same and writing a note which is sent back.

My Lord Slytherin,

I would be honoured to share a table with you.

Bellatrix Black Lestrange

[sanguimmuno.livejournal.com]

Black? Oh yes, the boy.

Salazar rises from his table and joins Bellatrix at hers.

"Good Even Lady Bellatrix, how fare thee this even?" Same flirty smile.

[pure-ebony.livejournal.com]

"Quite well, my lord," softly, "but how could I be otherwise, and be in your presence?"