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.
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.