bellanblack (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} bellanblack) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} the_recruitment,@ 2012-03-10 21:53:00 |
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What: Dinner at her house! Plotting as well
Where: Black Manor
When: Saturday Afternoon
Status: Incomplete
Rating: PG
Bellatrix waved her wand trying to quell the fire that she'd accidentally started. How did one cook? Well. Cook well? She checked the time, cursing silently to herself. Her guest could arrive at anytime. She stared at the charred bird she'd been attempting to cook. Why did she try and impress people? Dressing up for fools. Cooking for friends. Nope. This insanity had to end.
She let out a long drown out sigh and poked the dead meal with the tip of her wand. Another burning yet slightly different smell caught her attention. A string of curses followed her attempt to save the potatoes...
"Just... forget it. He'll eat it like this and love it." She hissed grabbing her mother's nice plates, trying not to drop them in her irritation. The only thing that calmed her mind was the thought of Rodolphus learning of this. She cooking and having dinner with someone~ She laughed silently to her self setting the table and placing the burnt food in the middle of the table. Perhaps she'd write some long journal about how lovely it'd been. Yes... she'd do that. Hint to ridiculous things~ Oh. He'd be sooo upset. It'd be worth the cauldron full of bugs he might send her!
The doorbell cut off her devious plotting. Uh. The house smelled of burnt food and she looked like a disaster... She waved her wand at least making the house look nice. The least she could do before hurrying to door to great her guest.