Bellatrix Lestrange (blackdeath) wrote in solemnly_sworn, @ 2011-08-01 19:59:00 |
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Entry tags: | character: antonin dolohov, character: bellatrix black, player: abigail, player: iggy, status: incomplete |
Who Antonin & Bellatrix
What Do not teach what one is not willing to do oneself...
When Monday
Where King's Lynn, Norfolk
Status/Rating Incomplete/High
Bellatrix stood with her cloak open, revealing a corseted black dress beneath. It was far too hot a night to keep her cloaks done up. Soon, August would cool to September and the weather would change. This was something that Black was looking forward to, actually. She much preferred the fall, as it crept towards winter than she did the hot absurdity of the summer.
She stood beneath a streetlight in the small town in Norfolk, waiting for Antonin to make his appearance. She'd been sent here on Orders from the Dark Lord to--well, he'd been vague, but she didn't need him to say more. Antonin would be accompanying her. Tonight, there would be a massacre.
Snape's little display had certainly caught the Ministry's attention, but the Dark Lord wanted to do more--wanted to make his presence known and appreciated. He wanted to push the Ministry until it was bursting at the seems to let the world know what he was capable of. The time had come to set plans into motion.