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Bellatrix Lestrange (bellatrix_or) wrote in world_or,
@ 2007-12-04 19:39:00

Current mood:

miffed

Evening at the Blacks' Home
Something had to be done about Dumbledore. That was all there was to it.

She'd known it for months, of course. The Dark Lord hated Albus Dumbledore like no one else. Oh, they said he feared Dumbledore, but they didn't know him. Bella knew better; the Dark Lord feared nothing. Still, that old Muggle-loving fool could ruin everything. If the Death Eaters were to succeed, and deliver the wizarding world to their master on a silver platter, Dumbledore had to be out of the way -- and the sooner, the better.

Bella raised the door knocker and rapped sharply. She knew Rita Skeeter was nothing more than a muck-raking simpleton who was trying to sell papers, but she had given them an opening, and they'd be idiots to waste it. Stepping back from the front door, she glanced over her shoulder to make certain none of the Muggles were paying her undue attention. As much as she would enjoy torturing a few of them this evening, she had more important matters to attend to. She knocked again, getting impatient. The lamps were all lit, so they must be home...

[Open to Narcissa and Lucius (if he's there already).]

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	lucius_or 2007-12-20 01:44 am UTC (link)
	"I do try to keep up to date, Bella," Lucifer shrugged an elegant shoulder as he turned to look as the door opened and the house elf bowed it's head so lower it's ears dragged against the ground, "Ah, finally," He said coldly as he motioned for Bella to go in, "After you, my dear." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

bellatrix_or
2007-12-20 01:45 am UTC (link)

After giving Lucius a curt nod, Bellatrix stepped into the hall and stripped off her cloak. The elf squeaked something about about Mistress Narcissa's being in the drawing room -- she could never be too bothered with what a house-elf had to say -- and she acknowledged the creature's statement by nothing more than dropping her cloak atop him. She hoped he'd set a good fire in the drawing room, for despite the clear evening, her hands were chilled to the bone.

"I would say there was much more in today's Prophet than recent events," she said, smirking, as she made for the drawing room.

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narcissa_or
2007-12-20 01:46 am UTC (link)

It was incredibly convenient that the Opera was today, Narcissa reflected, as it saved her the trouble of having to get Druella and Cygnus out of the way. Parents could honestly be quite a hindrance. As an elf nervously announced Bella's and Lucius' arrival, she simply nodded. "Well, have tea ready- Darjeeling, I think. Brandy if Lucius wants it." Narcissa set down the copy of the Prophet she had been as she heard footsteps coming towards the drawing room. Enlightening stuff, that paper. If past ridiculous at times.

Rising as Bellatrix entered, Narcissa kissed her sister on the cheek. "Lovely to see you, Bella. And you, Lucius," she added with a smile. "Please make yourselves comfortable. Can I offer anything to drink?"

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bellatrix_or
2007-12-20 01:46 am UTC (link)

"Port, if you have it," Bellatrix answered, smiling at her sister. "To take the chill off. And I suppose tea, if you don't." She turned her back on the other two, ostensibly to warm her hands by the fire, but in reality it was because she had no stomach to witness whatever mating dance they were likely to perform. Still, best to let them get it out of the way early on, so that they could get down to business as soon as possible.

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