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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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[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.

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.

Bellatrix's life is complete.

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

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.

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

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.

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

Ego-boost? Check.

Salazar inclines his head. "Please, call me Salazar. Your sister refers to me as such, so why not yourself?"

"My sister doesn't tell me nearly enough about the circles she's frequenting, it seems. Salazar, then."

"We've only just recently met, and just the one time. I was told by young master Draco that his mother had been attacked and so I made a potion for her to use in case of another such attack. I was unable to deliver said potion, but I was able to meet the lovely woman. Narcissa, as I remember. And yours, Bellatrix. Your family must be very old."

"Rather. Older than most any other about at the moment." She is proud of this, it must be said.

"I must admit, as I did to your sister and nephew, that I have yet to hear the name Black. But I will admit that I have not traveled extensively in our area of the land. Mostly I have traveled in the Far East and Eygpt. I find comfort there, among the old magicks." Salazar sips his wine thoughtfully.

"I am writing up a sort of manifest of your family so that I can better remember them when I finally meet with the rest of your family. Which, I hope, is soon."

"I would hope so too, though I feel that as long as I have met you, I'm content."

Salazar grins, albeit a bit unnerved. "My lady, the only other person to treat me in such a manner was a man by the name of.. Rabastan, I believe. May I inquire, are you from a time in which I am a... what was it.. a Founder?"

[np!]

"--Rabastan Lestrange?" With distate, before she admits, "I am indeed. Your house was my home for seven years."

"Ah, a fine notion, to hear that a lovely woman would inhabit a.. house I own. I admit, I am unfamiliar with houses and common schools in general, I was self-taught for the most part, with help from my uncles."

Salazar notes the distaste behind the query. "Lestrange was his name I believe. He is a bit touched. Good stock, pureblooded, and faithful, if but only out of fear for his life."

"He is my brother-in-law." No affection for him, though.

"Ah." Salazar swills his wine. "Am I safe to assume there are bad feelings between yourselves?" He takes a drink, looking at her over the rim.

"Not really. I just don't think highly of him."

"He is a rather unfortunate man. What with a master that would kill him so much as look at him." Head bowed, upwards slant glance.

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