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Tweak says, "see me? now you dont"

Marietta Edgecombe (ex_edged72) wrote in strugglewithin,
@ 2008-11-30 03:47:00

Entry tags:

*complete, august 1997, bellatrix lestrange, marietta edgecombe

RP: Ink Face
Date: 29 August 1997
Characters: Marietta Edgecombe, Bellatrix Lestrange
Location: Ministry of Magic
Summary: Marietta is overworking herself in her attempts to make sure everything is in order for the Muggleborn "interviews" when she has a run in with Bellatrix Lestrange that leaves her shaken.
Completion: Complete

Marietta found it humorous that Umbridge could go home and rest and she still got stuck going through the times and names on the list. She had to make sure every i was dotted and every t crossed. There wasn't room for error. Error would be disastrous. Most people had already gone home for the night. She hadn't been home in days. She hadn't bothered to owl or let Padrig know she was staying over either. She assumed he'd figure it out. Making sure everything went smoothly on Monday was her job. She'd get into trouble with the higher ups if there was a kink. She couldn't trust these other babbling idiots to check all the paperwork anyways.

She'd went into this thinking that it was an issue involving a few hundred people but it turned out there was a bigger Muggleborn issue than she could have imagined. If they banned together they could easily overturn any Ministry mandate. The Ministry didn't have this sort of power. The Hit Wizard and Aurors combined couldn't get the job done properly. She was smart enough to know that there would never be a organization behind all the Muggleborns though. There were too many. They didn't have a leader. They could try but they weren't going to beat this. The Ministry was going to succeed in whatever it wanted. Marietta still wasn't sure where they were going with this though. In the bits and pieces of conversation she eavesdropped in, she knew it was going to be something that most people wouldn't like. Most people didn't know what was good for them though.

She could barely keep her eyes open but she focused on the parchment in front of her. The names were blurring together which should have been a sign to stop but she was stubborn. She was kept going until she nodded off face against fresh black ink on the page. It was going to smear all over her.

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sw_bellatrix
2008-11-30 01:57 pm UTC (link)

Oh, the ickle baby bureaucrat had already learned to protect her paperwork. How darling. How futile if she was truly here pry information from Edgecombe's little grasp.

Bellatrix rarely curbed her impulses and did see the point of even a token effort right now. She sashayed her way up to the girl's desk and plucked the picture she kept shooting agonized looks at from its place between the ink well and the blotter. "Your husband? Boyfriend?" she asked, running an idle finger down the less than appealing face of the boy mauling the girl's picture self. Pausing, she gave the picture a closer look. "Well, well, Mr. Cadwallader. I didn't know he had such lofty taste in women." She smirked coyly. "He's a useful sort. Very obediant."

She dropped the picture none too gently back into its place. "No. I have no message for Miss Umbridge. I wouldn't want to upset her delicate disposition."

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ex_edged72
2008-11-30 02:10 pm UTC (link)

Her stomach turned and her already pale skin turned ghostly white. She could literally feel the bile rising in her throat. She knew Padrig. Bellatrix Lestrange knew of Padrig. Her Padrig. It didn’t sit right with her. He hadn’t mentioned a run in with Bellatrix Lestrange. He’d never once said anything about this woman and now she was saying he was obedient. Marietta wanted to jerk the picture out of her hand and insist that the person in that picture was not him. She couldn’t lie though.

“You know him?” she asked trying to keep the fear and anger at bay. She was going to murder Padrig for letting her get blindsided by this. How could he do this? Was this woman playing her? Maybe she didn’t even know him at all? Perhaps, there was some other perfectly logical explanation for this. “I wasn’t aware that he had dealings with you. Obviously his obedience stops at you. He serves his purposes.”

The picture falling back into place startled her again. Perhaps it was the sound of the crash or the cracking of the glass inside the frame. The way the photo version of herself and Padrig looked at her it was as if they knew she was fudging on the truth more than a little. “She’ll be sorely disappointed she missed you,” Marietta offered struggling now to maintain any mask.

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sw_bellatrix
2008-11-30 02:24 pm UTC (link)

Bellatrix laughed delightedly at the girl's pale and twisted expression. The sound was as cold and brittle and subtly wrong as the chime of the Snow Queen's sleigh bells. "We've met. He's quite the gallant lad, so eager to please."

She stepped away, back towards the still wide open door. "I'm sure it will concern Miss Umbridge greatly that I was here while she was not." She smiled prettily. "It was nice meeting you, Miss Edgecombe. I am sure we can expect great things from you."

Turning for the door, she said quite conversationally, "I'll be keeping an eye on you. Do give dear Padrig my greetings. Good evening, little girl." With that she swept back out of the office, the sharp sound of her bootheels fleeing before her down the darkened corridor.

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ex_edged72
2008-11-30 02:38 pm UTC (link)

Marietta Edgecombe was glad her wand was secured away otherwise she might have clutched it and she might have tried to get a cheap shot at Bellatrix Lestrange’s head. She was smarter than that though. She didn’t have a chance in hell at ever being stronger than her. She’d get herself killed. Her Padrig didn’t need to be pleasing her.

This woman needed to leave. Marietta was so close to shaking. She nodded and kept her mouth firmly closed until she’d watched retreat. She counted to fifteen boot heel clicks before she allowed herself to breathe again. She set into motion shortly thereafter furiously shoving her things into her purse.

She wanted to go home. She did not want to think about Bellatrix Lestrange watching her or Padrig. She tore her coat over her shoulders and took off down the opposite hallway in a near sprint. She just had to get home. She needed to get home. She’d come in early and finish the job.

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