Sisters, sisters....best friends or enemies?
Date: 1st April, 2002
Time: Late Moring/ Early Afternoon
Location: Lestrange Manor
Characters: Narcissa Malfoy, Bellatrix Lestrangeg
Rating: R (NC/17?) Maybe very nasty language?
Narcissa stepped out of the Floo, and brushed her robes off. She had decided to dress conservatively, and had picked a conservative gray dress. She was pleased that it ( Read more... )
"Bear in mind, this will be no flight of fancy. As my pupil, failure may have dire consequences," she warned sharply. She seamlessly adopted an expression of bemused innocence, "And from what I understand, I am not the gentlest of instructors."
If Narcissa had any doubts Bellatrix suspected that a chat with Draco about his Occlumency lessons with her. Her mind turned to the issue of a wand. She suspected is was her soft, sentimental heart that inspired her to greedily keep Roddy's want to herself. Besides, Narcissa had already volunteered to procure one herself.
"Two weeks," she said firmly. "Take the next two weeks to make sure this is what you want. If so, acquire a wand strictly for this purpose. I have preparations to see to."
With that she stood up, indicating that she meant to see to them immediately. Her regal bearing still prominent, though a little less cold.
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All of those times, she had watch others cast the curses with disinterest or disdain. She had no emotional connection to their actions; they were following the Dark Lord, and it was terrible for those who were subjected to the curses. She knew that Lucius must have suffered under them before; she was positive that the curses had been used on Draco. But Draco could do them; he had done them that terrible year before she was gone.
She followed Bellatrix, noting the folds and the movement of the cloth of her dress as she realized that her heart was still pounding. She had found her motivation at last; she only had to visualize Fernir withering on the ground in pain that came from her. She could see making him dance a ridiculous gig, and then gnashing his teeth to chew on his own tongue and gash his own flesh with his dirty nails. Touch her with those disgusting paws like he had threatened those years back. And then the last image made her weak in the knees. She could see the green light spill from her wand and freeze his features as he fell over dead. She could not believe how aroused she was at the idea; she wondered what Lucius was doing because she was going to attack him, almost rape him, when she got home.
She put on her traveling robes as they stood in front of the ornate fireplace. Overcome with her own emotions, Narcissa moved to hug Bellatrix tightly, without letting go for a moment. She pulled back and said, "Thank you. I won't need two weeks. I won't change my mind."
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There was still one small fire burning in the back of her mind that needed stamping out. With a mothering air she raised her right hand to smooth Narcissa's hair away from her face. With a suddenness that had only come from years of practice, Bellatrix let loose a sharp, biting slap against Narcissa's cheek.
"I don't know how you could have forgotten there are only two Black sisters," she scolded in a placid voice, brushing the backs of her fingers against her pinking cheek.
Then, proceeding as though nothing unpleasant had happened at all, Bellatrix quickly kissed her sister, a pleasant smile resting upon her face.
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"Two weeks. Bellatrix, it shall be torture, you realize? I will owl you? Meet you here?"
Narciss smiled back at her sister, and carefully flicked the small tear from the corner of her eye away before it could come lose and roll down her face in some evidence of weakness. She did not want to have her sister thing she was weak. She was tired of being perceived as the delicate weak fragile doll. She wanted to sink her teeth in and rip the idea out.
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"Meet me here, be careful with your owl if you send one," she nodded, guiding her sister to the fireplace. "And do put your clever wiles to work on Lucius, see if you can't liberate my hand."
Her fair sister was certainly lovely enough to pull it off.
"It was indeed a lovely visit," she smiled conversationally. "Give my best to your husband and son. Oh! I had almost forgotten!"
A quick flick of her wand summoned a small bouquet of the blossoms from Mr. Snuggles. She idly wondered if Lucius was aware of how they were cultivated. Not that it mattered, but it certainly amused her. Placing the bouquet in Narcissa's hands, she stepped back to allow Narcissa to exit through her fireplace.
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"I will be very careful. You can count on me. I know how to be discreet! And we shall see, Bellatrix, we shall see."
She accepted the flowers, that were quite stunning. With a handful of powder thrown, Narcissa stepped into the green flames, and threw her sister a small kiss, and was gone.
Narcissa arrived at home, ready to find Lucius and rape him with her lust. But the first order of business required the bruise ointment. She went to straight to her room, and ordered Tibby to bring her the cream promptly. She would begin a search for a spare wand in the morning.
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