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Most Ancient and Noble House of Black | bellatrix ([info]noir_pur) wrote in [info]seditio_wayback,

Luckily, his parents were not too worried of such a matter. Children hurt themselves daily. Not even her own father, who nearly worshiped the very ground she destroyed, would have left his reclining chair to make sure her tears were eased. That grin increased into a smirk for that brief moment complete understanding passed between the pair. Off he went and she had a good minute, maybe more, to work up tears. Easily done, for again, as spoiled as she was she knew precisely what to do to work tears for her cause.

Her head dropped back, as another pretend wave of pain thrust up her ankle, into her leg and to her brain. Easily imagined. Rocking added to the effect of leaking eyes and a tightly clutched ankle. Breathing while she could, it wasn't until the sight of mustered elves and the taller still Rodolphus returned that she recalled the dramatics.

Left arm remained clutching the left ankle, as her hand reached for Rodolphus once more. The elves may have been there to help, but she wasn't going to dare touch them. "DON'T!" She hissed, as one tried to assess the wound. "Go get my mum!" She demanded from Rodolphus, also devising said plan for the sake he would have to go through the woods. Not as true to the original idea, but this was a girl who had to learn to think on the spot. All the better for duelling purposes later on the road.

Once Rodolphus had gotten away with the middle-aged elf and their figures were beginning to disappear in the darkness of the forest, she allowed herself to hobble onto her feet. All in order to at least make it to the patio, before departing them with an excuse that she no longer was in pain.



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