Vera Charis (Lestrange) Lupin-Black (lestrange_truth) wrote in ageofdarkness, @ 2010-11-03 20:10:00 |
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Entry tags: | vera lestrange |
Who: Vera and Harry
What: Talking and finding out who Vera is!
Where: Chateau Lupin-Black
When: Wednesday night
Why: Vera is nervous and prepping for working for her mummy. Just don't tell "Mom" and "Dad" that.
Rating: Who knows
Vera was nervous, though she would have never admitted that to Remus and Siius, not with the way she had to fight to even be allowed to do something. Especially not with Harry Potter in the house. His presence was making her want to prove herself, to atone, even more.
She was in the living room, practicing how to walk, sit, stand and move. She hadn't done this kind of practice since she was eight-years-old, she had perfected it then, but living with Remus and Sirius, not having to do it all, or at least consciously had made her body forget quite a bit of it. She was wearing a corset, her hair up at the back of her neck, a straight piece of steel bound to her neck and back -- looking and feeling uncomfortable, but she barely noticed it, balancing books on her head as she moved, rehearsing speaking so that she didn't give herself away.
It all came back quickly. She had had perfect posture so long in her life that she wasn't particularly concerned, making up a conversation with an invisible secretary.
"Oh yes, did you here about how Macnair put down the revolt at the breeding camp? Honestly, what do those mudblood scum think they're capable of?"
"Yes, quite, I've heard the Minister is planning to attend that party, Lady Lestrange will of course, be there , as it is the Dark Lord's will, and of course we all obey his eminence, no one, not even the Voice of Voldemort dare speak against him, nor should she want too1"
"You know, I'm not sure about Lord Lestrange, he may still be abroad, I daren't concern myself with things that are the business of my betters."
It was easy, though the familiar discomfort bubbled up in her stomach. Rather than trying to ignore it, she drew on it, knowing she was doing it correctly. It was almost too simple to fall back into the pureblood princess routine, the old postures, the airs she had all but dropped, even the correct enunciation.
"Oh, you're preparing things for Dolores Umbridge? What an honour it must be, to to be handpicked by the Dark Lord to head his school!"
She sighed, and sat down again, feeling the metal in her back dig in. She had messed up somehow, and stood again, practicing sitting a few times more, gouging small wounds into the nape of her neck and on the sides of her spines.
"Damn it, why is sitting always the hardest thing to do!"