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capeandcowllogs2011-01-01 11:38 pm
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pause the tragic ending for just a moment more
WHO: The
crucioyou
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.
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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.
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"Hello, coz. Happy new year."
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"You're late."
Still, she moves aside so he can enter the apartment.
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"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?
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Bella waves lazily at the coat rack. Leave that filthy Muggle jacket by the door, please.
"Did you expect otherwise?" Her gaze lingers on the table. The food does indeed look delicious.
keywords for the lulz.
"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?"
oh my...
Bella has to admit that he looks presentable enough, but she's not going to say it out loud. "The food came from a restaurant. Horrible service, but I suppose the food is good enough."
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"Let us judge them on it, then. I'm still hungry after that nightmare in the hotel."
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She's joking, mostly. Her tone is light enough as she ushers him to the table, where a wave of her wand makes the plate covers disappear. Yes, the food definitely looks delicious, with a mouth-watering roast lamb in the middle of a feast big enough to feed a small army, let alone two people. He has to give her credit for remembering that it was his favorite.