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Who: Alexander Yaxley and Bellatrix Lestrange
When: Monday night
Where: The graveyard at Little Hangleton, then on from there
What: Amusing themselves
Rating: NC-17 for violence and dark themes
Status: Incompletely

Bellatrix had never been very good at observing social niceties, but fifteen years in Azkaban had robbed her of whatever skill she'd used to possess, which is why she found it so hard to be in proper society. Lucius and Narcissa had insisted on putting on a show for the Christmas holidays, and had forced Bella to don the semblence of normality that had left her long ago.

Now that the cursed holiday was over, she was ready to cut loose and have some fun. The weeks after a holiday made people especially compliant, which made bringing destruction to their lives all the more appealing. That was how she'd come to let Yaxley talk her into having a little fun. She'd brought her wand, naturally, and the dagger she was so fond of using to draw out the torment of those she hunted.

Most people might find sitting on a gravestone distasteful, but Bella wasn't most people, which was why she was lolling atop on, her dagger in her hand waiting for her companion.

"You're late," she said, teasingly, when he finally arrived.