Bellatrix Black ♔ Toujours pur (cruciobella) wrote in failedattempts, @ 2013-11-27 21:43:00 |
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Entry tags: | bellatrix black, ron weasley |
Who: Bellatrix Black and Not Arthur Ron Weasley
What: Snowed in at the pub.
When: Second Day
Where: The Pub!
Rating: Low I'd imagine.
The first night had gone without any complications. While Bellatrix was not terribly thrilled by her company and had spent the first day keeping a watchful eye on Ronald, she had let some of that go. Not all of it. But enough to at least be conversational. The first day had come and gone, very few words being exchanged between the two of them. It was lucky she kept a few blankets and pillows lying around in the back room. Truthfully they were there for Evan. She'd made a point of keeping something on hand, should he just pass out there some nights. Not that she'd mention the why to Ronald. That was none of his business. But she handed them over to him, his share at least. Not a word of why or where they had come from. The gesture was an olive branch enough so far as she was concerned. She hadn't waited for him to take them, instead she left them by where he sat before retreating to the backroom that night, to head off to sleep herself.
The bar was cold in the morning, and as soon as she woke she went about casting charms to keep the place warm. She considered trying to dig herself out, but when she opened the door and looked outside, she was greeted by a wall of snow. And so Bella closed the door and rolled her eyes. She muttered a bit under her breath, before looking about for food again. Starving was not an option. And with a meal done, and plenty to drink about, she was for a time content.
Bellatrix wasn't sure how the idea came up as neither one of them was inclined to do much talking, but they had been playing cards to pass the time. Games. She loved playing games. Cards being fine for a time, but now the novelty was wearing thin.
After the last hand she made her way to the bar, returning to their table and placing the bottle she had taken with her down unceremoniously with a loud thud. Afterward, before taking her seat, she put down two shot glasses alongside the bottle. "I'm bored with cards," she said sitting and crossing her legs while turning to the side in her seat. She drummed her fingertips on the tabletop, impatience showing in her slight gesture. "Another game, twenty questions or whatever. Unless your chicken. Your not yellow, are you, Red?" She said with a slight smirk, a bit of mirth in her expression. "Your pour," she said pushing the bottle forward. "Your question first. And do try and not be dull. Consider it a gift. It's free."