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Tweak says, "Is that candy mountain!?"

bellanblack (bellanblack) wrote in the_recruitment,
@ 2012-03-10 21:53:00

Entry tags:

! 03/1977, ! thread, char: amycus carrow, char: bellatrix black

Who: Bella and Amycus
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.

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aimed_curse
2012-03-12 04:52 am UTC (link)

Amycus wished that he could guarantee Bella that he was sure of what he was asking her to do for Rabastan but he couldn't. "Maybe it will," he said softly, picking at his food idly, his thoughts back with Rabastan and his request.

Whether it did or not, Amycus would still stand by his friend and try to protect him. "Shall we change the subject? I'm anxious to get some input from you on my latest project. Well projects now," he told her, wanting to change the subject so that he could focus on anything but all of the things Rodolphus might be doing to tease Rabastan at that moment.

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bellanblack
2012-03-13 01:50 am UTC (link)

"Yes of course." She smiled at him and set her fork down, lacing her fingers together. "What is this devious plan of yours? I'm quite eager to hear..." No more talk of the Lestrangs was fine with her. Something a bit more sinister and perhaps criminal was right up her alley.

She'd been dying to hear about this. It's why they had this dinner after all. Talks of torturing mudbloods and this plan of his. And she was beyond curious. Even wanted to get in on it if she could!

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aimed_curse
2012-03-13 02:34 am UTC (link)

"Nothing that'll land me in front of the Ministry. Unfortunately. Just a bit of play like I told you," he said, taking another sip of his drink.

He set his fork down beside his plate and looked at her. "Playing with her perceptions. She somehow has the idea that I'm so poor sweet boy stuck in that awful house," he said with a laugh, looking up at Bella with an innocent face. "And now it's grown to include her friends. Choking down my true opinion of them all is going to kill me I'm certain," he added.

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	bellanblack 2012-03-13 02:44 am UTC (link)
	She giggled softly. "Oh I see. Mind games are always fun too." She reached for the bottle of whisky and =topped off both their glasses. The food seemed to be inedible. Might as well drink more. "Ha! I'm sure you'll be fine. You seem like someone who can hold their tongue. Unlike me!" She laughed. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	aimed_curse 2012-03-13 03:00 am UTC (link)
	"I'd much prefer to actually torture someone. More immediate satisfaction," he said raising his refilled glass to her in a silent toast. "I even offered my sympathies to that mudblood," he said laughing along with her. "That might have been the hardest part of the whole thing." (Reply to this) (Parent)

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