pause the tragic ending for just a moment more

[pureblood]

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.

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[purmoncul]

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."

[pureblood]

Bella casts a cursory disapproving glance at him. The slush can easily be taken care of with a simple charm, but it's the principle of the thing.

"You're late."

Still, she moves aside so he can enter the apartment.

[purmoncul]

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?

[pureblood]

"Of course, blame it on the wind."

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.