Who: Bellatrix and Rodolphus Lestrange. Mentions of the brat (Percy Weasley). Where: The Lestrange Estate When: Friday Night Why: The Lestrange's want whiskey because the brat is annoying them. And the owls have them worried. Rating: TBD Status: Started!
Bellatrix Lestrange sighed as she set her journal down and walked down the stairs to the main sitting room of the estate. Damn it to hell that she had to be stuck with some two year old brat. And he was a Weasley nonetheless! That made it worse. All day she'd wanted to drink, and news of the threats only increased her desire. Though drinking alone was never fun, so when Rodolphus agreed, Bellatrix had felt relieved for perhaps the first time in her life. If she had to play the motherly type for her Lord, so be it. But she was going to drink while doing so.
Finding one of the bottles of whiskey, Bellatrix opened it and poured two shot glasses full of the stuff. Rodolphus seemed paranoid at the idea of the wards being broken, they could change that. A small part of Bellatrix wondered if this was how normal families felt on a daily basis. Whatever normal families were.