Mad World Mods (madworldmods) wrote in madworldrp, @ 2007-10-28 10:58:00 |
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Entry tags: | bellatrix lestrange, narcissa black |
Bellatrix & Narcissa
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Who: Bellatrix and Narcissa.
Where: The Hog's Head; a private, reserved room.
What: The sisters have a chance to talk to one another.
When: Hogsmeade Sunday; pre-Edgar altercation.
Rating: TBD
Status: Incomplete
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Though she was loathe to be present for a second day at Hogwarts's Hogsmeade weekend, Bellatrix supposed it was for the best kind of causes. She loved her youngest sister dearly and would have endured scores of dirty children (yea verily, even Madam Pudifoot's) to get the opportunity to speak with her in the solitude of the other's company.
... she had, however, been very amused to send the owl to Narcissa that requested her presence at the Hog's Head. She knew the young girl would loathe entering such an establishment and she took some small satisfaction that she would be here, having her own way. What would Rodolphus (or her parents) say? It didn't matter, it didn't matter a bit.
The room she rented waw not lavishly adorned. It was, however, possessed of a certain kind of rustic beauty. She admired the rough hewn mantel and the fire crackling in the wrought iron grate. The tea service was charming enough; mixed with silver and fine porcelain pieces it did its duty. There was also a bottle of firewhiskey, cheeses, pastries and biscuits.
So Bellatrix sat, waited and folded her hands in her lap as she listened quietly to the ticking of the mantel clock.
How embarrassing!
Narcissa had been trained from a young age to always lift your chin, make direct eye contact, and to carry yourself like royalty. Entering the Hogs Head Inn, only her carriage remained the same. She refused to give the ruffian's the pleasure of direct eye contact, and holding her chin up meant she couldn't view what she might be stepping in.
The old caretaker jerked his thumb toward the staircases, and, creaking, Narcissa slowly crept her way up them. Her wand was tucked inside her sleeve (in case she might need it immediately, despite being underage).
Outside the door, she knocked with gloved hand, and called out clear, "Bella, darling, it's Cissy."
Bellatrix would notice this tone, the one that said Narcissa was frightened out of her mind. She was not accustomed to dirt and dirty places. Yet.
The door opened smartly, its hinges affording a slight creak to warn the person on the other side of the impending movement.
"Come in, Cissy!" she called from her perch in the chair. "Come in quickly!"
Narcissa wasn't good with quickness, but she entered as soon as she could. The door closed with a clink!, and Narcissa swung around, loosening her cloak and hood.
"Oh, Bella!" she exclaimed, nearly tossing her cloak and rounding on her elder sister immediately. "I've missed you so much!"
Rising quickly, she stood on her toes and caught Narcissa in her arms squeezing until she thought she could squeeze no more.
"And you, my dear. You too. I hate it when we are apart from one another for too long." She paused long enough to disengage their embrace and threw her arm wide.
"It's not much to our standards, Cissy. But it's private. And comfortable."
"Oh, I don't care what it looks like," Narcissa lied, though truthfully, her eyes were on her sister. She plucked her cloak from the table near the door and set it across the chair. One couldn't be too careful.
"Tell me everything. I want to hear all of the news," she continued, as she sat down delicately in her spot. For all her manners, Narcissa could be incredibly familiar with her family.
Bellatrix sat presently and expertly handled the tea service, pouring them each a steaming cup before heaping two plates with at least a pastry of each kind. "Well ..." was sly as she gazed at her sister from the corners of her eyes.
"What do you want to know?"