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ℬᴇᴌᴌᴀᴛrix ℒᴇsᴛrᴀngᴇ ([personal profile] curses) wrote in [community profile] capeandcowllogs2011-01-01 11:38 pm

pause the tragic ending for just a moment more

WHO: The [livejournal.com profile] crucioyou [livejournal.com profile] purmoncul.
WHERE: Bella's MAC apartment.
WHEN: Night of January the first.
WARNINGS: Bellatrix.
SUMMARY: A nice family dinner to celebrate the coming of the New Year. But unsurprisingly, it doesn't go as planned.
FORMAT: Para to start, then whatever.

The dining room is dark, with heavy curtains and mahogany furniture. The candles and low lighting make it seem suffocating, but the room isn't as dull and stifling as it seems. Upon further observation, one can see books haphazardly shoved into piles against hidden corners and a thin sheet of dust on most flat surfaces. The owner of the room obviously didn't put a tremendous amount of effort into making the place presentable.

But said owner is now looking at the dining room with satisfaction. Bellatrix thinks she did a decent enough job, considering there is no house elf to do the cleaning and cooking for her. Not that she actually did any cooking. She doesn't want to poison them both, for Merlin's sake. The food is store-bought, a mixture of her and Sirius' favorites. Still, Bella hasn't interacted with her cousin (it's still a bit strange to consider him family) like this for about twenty years, and maybe she misses when things were simpler. Perhaps if this goes smoothly, she can prevent certain events that happened their world from happening here. The Noble and Most Ancient House of Black. Toujours Pur. How can Sirius turn his back on that?

Bellatrix glances at the clock impatiently. She finished preparing early for once -- the least he could do is appreciate it by arriving on time.

[identity profile] purmoncul.livejournal.com 2011-01-03 09:32 pm (UTC)(link)
Being that Sirius is a teenaged boy, and as such had number of people that he would rather be ringing the new year in with than a cousin old enough to be his mother who represented a culture that he was profoundly uncomfortable with, he was not on time. He doesn't knock on her door until almost ten minutes past the hour, and is standing in the hallway in his too-large motorcycle jacket, knocking snow and slush off his boots when she opens it.

"Hello, coz. Happy new year."

[identity profile] purmoncul.livejournal.com 2011-01-04 06:04 am (UTC)(link)
Kicking was even simpler.

"Sorry. The wind's up tonight. Blew me about a little. ...Smells good in here."

He sounds...not surprised - Bellatrix had said that there would be dinner and so there would be, but he never believed she'd be cooking it. Who had, then? Had she conscripted the House Elf after all?

keywords for the lulz.

[identity profile] purmoncul.livejournal.com 2011-01-04 10:35 pm (UTC)(link)
He wobbles around a bit in front of the door, taking off his boots and coat before coming in. He wasn't wearing a robe or a tie, but he'd still given a nod to the occasion with slacks, a grey oxford shirt, and a deep blue vest upon which his pocket watch and chain were arranged. Straightening up a bit, he follows her into the apartment.

"Well otherwise I'd be at fault, and of course that's impossible. As impossible as you cooking. ...You didn't get that house elf, did you?"

[identity profile] purmoncul.livejournal.com 2011-01-07 06:04 am (UTC)(link)
He's a Black. He always looks good. Crazy, often, but also good. Right now, he looks good and hungry!

"Let us judge them on it, then. I'm still hungry after that nightmare in the hotel."