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antonin.
âMaybe I can bore you to inspire you then,â he said with a grin. âShall I go through every conversation I had tonight? Luckily for you I havenât had many since I tend to avoid conversation if I can help it.â Part of him wondered why he even showed to the ball at all. Reputation he supposed.
âIf you must know,â he said, pausing for effect. âSince our last conversation has proven youâre quite a gossipâŚâ He glanced at her before continuing. âI may plan to go home with someone if it goes my way. Truly the only interesting thing about tonight.â
âYouâre quite the bad influence, Antonin,â she says, quite amused. âBut please spare me the details. Iâd hate to murder you on the spot because youâre boring me. Iâm quite eager to keep you in my life.â Bellatrix chuckles then. âIâve been trying to avoid conversations, but some people donât really get the hint when they approach me. I try so hard to look unapproachable, and yet ...â She shakes her head. âHaving a powerful surname isnât all itâs chalked up to be.â
Bellatrix raises an eyebrow, intrigued. âAh. Who might the lucky fellow be, then, that youâre hoping to take home? I promise to not tell anyone.â She smiles. âCross my heart, hope to die.â
maryâ.
Mary flinched away from Bellatrixâs touch and her eyes narrowed at her words. Her mouth had gone dry, though and any snippy response she might have made had faded from her mind. How many times had she been victim to a little âaccidentâ? That was Freyaâs modus operandi, so crafted that nobody would ever believe her if she tried to tell (not that she ever would and Freya knew that perfectly well). She could hardly believe that Bellatrix wasnât choosing her words carefully to make sure Mary knew exactly what could befall her. When she took another step back, she collided with the sink behind her. She was trying to convince herself that her friends would worry but there was a chance none of them would even notice. She hadnât been able to find any of them before she came here, else she wouldnât even be alone. What if they were all distracted with their dates and other friends and the food and it took them too long to remember that Mary had been there? It was the first time she had been to something like this in years, after all. They werenât used to looking out for her at them.
Peter would notice, she told herself, but then she had told him quite explicitly that she wouldnât be going anywhere without a friend. He would probably assume she was with Gilderoy, or maybe seen her with Bertram and figured despite the rocky history at least she would be safe with Bertram. Bellatrix hadnât even done anything and if it werenât Mary in this situation, there to interpret her words in the worst possible way, it would probably seem like a ridiculous reaction. Had she even said anything incriminating? It was all in tone and look and Maryâs habit of jumping to conclusions. âIf⌠If you want to chat, maybe we can go and get a table out there.â Let Sirius see her with his cousin. Perhaps he would know if it was worth worrying about or not.
Bellatrix watches Mary with sharp eyes and with every inch the other moves away from her, she feels her power grow. She must remember not to get swallowed up by it, to not want to exercise her power to its full extent. Itâd be unfortunate, after all, if a dead body in the bathroom was somehow traced back to her. She tries not to think of red blood staining the white tiles, and in stead focuses on Mary bumping into the sink, Mary trying to talk her way out of this, naive enough to believe that she would let her go so easily. Bellatrix liked naivete, but she did wish the other had a little more fight in her.Â
âOh, I wouldnât want to be found dead chatting with the likes of you in public,â Bellatrix says, making it clear that she finds the suggestion nothing short of ridiculous. She takes a step towards Mary. âYouâre friends with Sirius, are you not? Tell me, how is my dear cousin?â Another person Bellatrix would like to see dead at her hands, but again she tells herself to be patient. One day, her day will come, to exact her revenge. They will all pay. For now, sheâll just set some things in motion. âHeâs always had rather terrible taste in friends, Iâve found. Prewetts, ... that Potter boy.â A smile. âMudbloods, like yourself.â She pulls up her gown, curls her fingers around the knife strapped to her thigh. She leaves her wand. She twirls it between her fingers, but does nothing, not yet. âIâm sure heâs told you a thing or two about me. Let me assure you, that whatever picture heâs painted of his oldest cousin is nothing compared to the truth.â She sighs, smiles. âThough Iâm hardly here to speak about Sirius. Iâm mostly curious about you, Mary, and your potential usefulness.â
thea.
It was rare that Thea and Bella got to spend time outside of death eater commitments these days. She didnât mind too much. She loved creating chaos with her best friend. The pair were extremely talented in the dark arts, and she loved getting to use her favourite spells with her friend. But she had to admit that she was looking forward to actually spending a evening drinking wine and relaxing with Bella. It was different, but she knew it was well needed. The world was in chaos at the moment, and sometimes Thea just had to get away from it all.
She grinned as she opened the door to reveal her friend. âItâs called a warming charm you know dearâ She teased, pulling the door open further, to allow Bellatrix to step into her house. She shut the door behind her, and moved back through to the lounge. âI got some of our favourite wine from Italy just for the evening, Lucky you.â
Bellatrix rolls her eyes, unamused at the otherâs comment. She isnât in a mood where sheâs particularly receptive of suggestions. âItâs called being a good host, you know, and not forcing your guests to have to resort to such things,â she says in return, and itâs supposed to be a joke, but thereâs something sharp to her words nonetheless.Â
She moves through Theaâs place, peeling off her gloves and cloak. âAh, you do know how to treat a woman, donât you?â Bellatrix gives the other a smile, then, and thereâs a hint of true warmth to it. Her warmth, however, has always been more like fiendfyre than that of a fireplace. âDo tell me, how have you been? Havenât seen much of you since that disaster of a ball.â
rodolphus.
It was a lie and yet, if there was any holiday Rodolphus would associate with his wife, it was Halloween. Not the candy or the skimpy costumes, perhaps, but the dark sort of mischief. But she didnât need Halloween for that. Rather than musing on that aloud, he said, âI certainly prefer it to other holidays. Like Easter, for example.â His face contorted with a small grimace and his mind jumped back to last Easter when heâd been terribly out of place in dark robes amidst pastel festivities. He hoped the Dark Lord didnât plan a repeat for next year.
âWhich is something Iâve always admired about you,â he said, the bartender stepping away from them to fill their orders. This time, he wasnât lying. It wasnât even a half truth, not really. Many would scoff at how their marriage worked but frankly, he appreciated it. Heâd never wanted a wife who couldnât think for herself â who couldnât take what she wanted. Theirs was a loveless match, but it wasnât unequal the way that wouldâve been.
After holding Bellatrixâs gaze for a moment, he looked away, just in time for the bartender to return with their drinks. âThank you,â he said to them, accepting his drink.
She wrinkles her nose. âChristmas is by far the worst,â she says. Bellatrix does, however, think that the winter holidays make for an excellent time to rip some families apart. Time the grieving in a way that they can never enjoy their presents again. Perhaps sheâll suggest it, next meeting. âBesides, are we not much too sinful to busy ourselves with such Christian holidays? Halloween, at least, fits people like us better.â
Bellatrix considers his words for a moment, and wonders if â for once â there is some truth about it. She holds a certain amount of respect for Rodolphus, mostly for his ruthlessness and devotion and sharp mind, and sheâs quite sure he respects her in some ways, too. Perhaps the reason they donât love each other is because the world would not be able to handle it, she muses with a small smirk. âWhy thank you. Iâm very lucky to have a husband whoâs able to admire such things about me.âÂ
She takes her drink, and looks at Rodolphus. âNo need to thank me.â And then, to solidify their wonderful performance, she gives him a kiss on his cheek.

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freya.
Freyaâs smile grew as Bellatrix cursed. She liked it when people got agitated. It was fun â whether she was going to provoke them into deeper agitation or gently suggest they use that agitation as fuel for something more exciting fully depended on the person.  âOh,â she looked down at her dress and smiled.  âThank you so much. I picked the mask first, and this just seemed to fit the look that I was going for.â If she were sitting with someone else she might consider reaching out and touching their dress, but she valued keeping all of her fingers and Bellatrix seemed to be in quite the foul mood.
âWouldnât that be funny? Maybe a splash of the punch might make the suit a bit more stylish,â she shrugged. It was unlikely.  âOr maybe she should just burn it.â At Bellatrixâs suggestion she grinned. There were few people she trusted to engage in the exciting sort of chaos as much as she did Bellatrix.  âOf course. Do you have anything specific in mind?â
âWell, you made quite a good choice,â Bellatrix says, already having lost interest in the conversation. Her attention span is growing shorter and shorter these days, especially in moments that are not stimulating enough. To others, an event like this might stimulate them plenty, but Bellatrix has grown up with such glitz and glamour. Itâs just more of the same bullshit. People wearing masks, but not the ones that allow them to set the world aflame, not the one that she wishes she could don, now.
âWe could always help her trip,â she says. âIâm afraid that Iâm so bored that Iâm willing to return to schoolyard bullying.â Bellatrix chuckles, reaches for a wand. âAccidents happen so easily, do they not? Itâs part of human nature to be clumsy.â She looks around, then points her wand at a waiter under the table, sending an nonverbal tricking jinx his. He falls, face flat, the champagne flutes seeming to hang in the air for a moment before it all crashes down. The sound of glass breaking is like music to her ears. âLike I said ... humans, so very clumsy.â
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mia.
Honestly, while she didnât know Bellatrix well, she had always thought the older woman was more brawn than she was brains. Maybe Mia had misjudged her â not that that was particularly good news. Sheâd made it to this point in the Death Eaters by outthinking those around her. Crazy and smart was going to be tough.  âThat makes a lot of sense,â she nodded.  âProbably where your experience is so helpful. My instinct would have been to wait until it was a bit less likely to run into trouble, but I suppose that we wouldnât want for him to flee altogether. Seems as though cowardice might be a Buchanon family trait.â She internally apologized to Isaac. She didnât think he was a coward at all, but right now her priority was maintaining her cover and potentially getting Bellatrix on her side.  âIâm looking forward to learning from you.â
She nodded slowly, carefully, as she internalized Bellatrixâs words. Did it count of she had to hurt someone? For the greater good? She really hoped not, but she would do it if she needed to. She reached out and took Bellatrixâs arm, grateful for her years of playing the part. Her hands were calm and steady, directly opposed to how she was feeling on the inside.
Bellatrix listens to the other speak with mild interest. âSometimes itâs wise to avoid trouble,â she says. âBut it hardly is, now. Besides, you ought to remember where we stand amongst all this.â A grin curls her lips. âWeâre the predators of the food chain, Mia. Donât ever underestimate that.â Perhaps sheâs hubristic, overestimating her own abilities, but so far she has not been proven wrong. A chuckle. âI do hope heâs not a coward. Theyâre quite boring.â Bellatrix gives Mia a look, and then apparates to the address sheâd been given.
Once arrived, she pulls her arm back. Sheâs not keen on being physically close to the other unless itâs to intimidate her. Bellatrix looks at the front door of Buchananâs house, and she feels thrilled. Itâs been much too long. She points her wand to the door, attempts an Alohomora. Not because she thinks it will work, but to give Mia the idea that she can play carefully. âAh, heâs at least clever enough to have some wards,â she says, rattling the door handle. âWhat do you say, Travers? Should we blow it up? Or would you prefer to be a little more subtle?â Sheâd like to set the entire place ablaze and smoke Isaacâs father out, make an example out of him before making an example out of his son. But theyâre here to ask questions, first and foremost. âYou do the honours.â
biliusâ.
Shite. He really gave himself away, didnât he? Still, Bilius kept his resolve and refused to give the woman an inch. The most Bilius could do was pretend not to know what she looked like. âIâve heard things,â he replied, injecting the worst kind of venom in his tone to infer that what he heard werenât good things. âIâd like to think of myself as just considerate, actually.âÂ
Bilius mood quickly turned into something a. He could feel his blood boiling. âNo thanks to the likes of you, of course.â If Bellatrix took that as Bilius implying that she was one of the people causing so much death and destruction around them, then he truly could not care less. She gave him no indication that she meant anything other than what she was saying. But it was hard to believe that a woman as condescending as her truly felt pity. What a vile woman. âOf course, you donât. Iâm sure youâre working fairly hard to continue living as comfortably as you do.â
âOf course,â Bilius responded with his tone dripping with sarcasm. His rage made it all the more impossible to continue entertaining the woman. âThis has nothing to do with you lot.â Frankly, if Bilus was in Slughornâs place and the previous parties only consisted of people like Bellatrix, then Bilius would have done the same thing, if not stop inviting people like her altogether.
Sheâs getting under his skin, she knows it. Bellatrix fights the urge to smile widely, bear her fangs and speak even more cruelly. If she had her way, she would only speak in venomous words, but appearances still matter. Even in front of the likes of Bilius Weasley. âOf course you have. Families like ours come with a certain level of recognition, after all.âÂ
Bellatrix cocks her head to the side, as if sheâs confused. âIâm sure I donât know what you mean, Mr Weasley,â she says calmly. Oh, how she wishes she could have been the one to kill his lousy boyfriend, the one who had caused him such grief. âMaking baseless accusations is never a clever thing, I think.â And then, something grave washes over her face. âBesides, itâs not like I havenât known grief, either.â She thinks of Regulus, her traitorous cousin. She only griefs his potential.
âYou lot?â An eyebrow raised. âWhat do you mean, those more well-off than you? More successful? Come on, do be a little bit clearer if you want to be ... hostile.âÂ
charlotte.
Charlotte heard the question the first time but chose to ignore it. It was a little thing she did, sort of a tiny power play. Bellatrix Lestrange was well respected within the Dark Lordâs circle and the so-called Sacred Twenty-Eight and the witch intrigued her. But still, it amused the vampire to toy with those who thought so highly of themselves. Bellatrix may be powerful and favored, but she was still mortal and Charlotte was a god.
âSometimes,â she shrugged, then took another sip of her drink. âAlthough when you have as much time as I do â very little appears to be truly boring. There is always something, or rather someone of interest to be found at every event.â Charlotte smiled almost suggestively at the witch, before continuing. âAnd, if it grows too dull, I can usually find some way to liven things up.â
âAre you bored, Mrs. Lestrange?â The vampire asked almost demurely. âSit and tell me more about yourself and perhaps we can make things more interesting?â
If she was an immortal vampire â which she would never be, of course, as Bellatrix looked down on their kind â she would not waste her time with things like this. Sheâd go around ripping throats and dousing herself in the blood of her victims. But perhaps even that would get boring after a few decades.
âI do suggest you donât get your hopes up too much,â began Bellatrix. âNot many of those present are interesting. With a few exceptions here ââ She returned the otherâs smile. ââ and there.â A chuckle, then. âHm, I think we might have that in common, then.â Of course, she couldnât go around causing the havoc she wanted to cause, but Bellatrix wasnât above some mild shenanigans.
She sat down, and sipped her drink before answering. âMost definitely,â she said, glaring around the room. âWhat is it you would like to know about me that you donât already, then?â

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murder literally doesnt hurt anyone
You can ask anyone who has been murdered and they literally have nothing to say on the topic. It clearly doesnât matter to them
luciusâ.
âI know.â
If Lucius had ever said that growing up, Abraxas wouldâve slapped him. He wouldâve waited for the company to leave first, of course, but it wouldâve been inescapable. To be so arrogant - if Abraxas didnât slap him, Elisabeth would have. Lucius admired the trait in his sister-in-law, but mainly because she was his sister-in-law. He could admire her confidence from a distance, never directly being associated with it.
âI donât know how she does it either. I mainly do it because the Confederation pays me too,â Lucius joked. âSheâs a fantastic wife and mother, but if she ever wanted to try her hand at politics, Iâm sure sheâd flourish there too.â
Despite the changes he was trying to make in the world, Lucius wouldnât have given his life for anything. From where he stood, his life was perfect. His work, his friends, his family - all stunning. Although, if Narcissa did ever join him in politics for some reason, how powerful theyâd beâŚ
Bellatrixâ had been fed a feeling of superiority from birth. She was a Black, a Rosier, the oldest of her generation âââ that demanded respect, according to her parents, and now according to herself, too. Her confidence, though, was self-made, supported by this feeling of superiority, but built up all on her own. She was more than her parents could have ever bargained for. She had clawed herself up, and now thought herself better than them.
âOh, perhaps when Draco is off to Hogwarts, hm? She would make a fantastic politician,â Bellatrix nodded. She wouldnât, unless the Ministry was overthrown and turned into a dictatorship. Sure, she could spin words into honey, but she dealt better in venom. âMuch better than some of the fools running around the Ministry.âÂ
Distaste painted her face, and Bellatrix imagined the place burned down and something new built on top of the ashes. She wasnât one for politics, but perhaps in that way, she could get into it. âThe two of you would make quite a pair, if you were to work together.â
antonin.
âWhy not you my dear?â he asked with a laugh. He knew she wouldnât be that messy about it, even if she was bored. Luckily, with this many people around a scene would probably be caused without them even having to get involved. âIâm sure with this many drunk people in one room thereâs bound to be some sort of drama.â
âAre you planning on causing the storm or are you here to hope one brews?â he asked. He was also quite bored and the restlessness was causing him to scheme. âIâve been trying to create my own entertainment tonight as well. With varying degrees of success unfortunately.â
âAh, perhaps I will if the evening continues to be such a bore,â she said. Bellatrix was trying to behave herself, though, if only because of Voldemortâs wishes. She chuckled, then. âOh, most definitely. Especially considering all the characters Slughorn decided to invited ... some of them are bound to clash.â She thought of Andromeda and Ted, for a moment. Did they not expect her throw at least a bit of a scene?
Bellatrix shrugged her shoulders. âIâm not entirely sure, yet. Restlessness might push me to causing a small storm, though,â she mused, awfully aware of the knife strapped to her thigh beneath her gown. âHm, what have you done so far, then? Or attempted to do, that is.â
barty.
Barty looked at Bellatrix with wide eyes. It was obvious that she was looking for a specific answer. If what he hears about the eldest Black sister had any merit to them, then Barty can hazard a guess as to what Bellatrix might want to hear. But⌠does she really mean it? Or was she just testing Bartyâs resolve like so many other older Death Eaters?
The air felt thick with anticipation as Bellatrix seemingly waited for more. But even though Barty knew what she wanted him to say, he couldnât dare to say it. And then, as if their conversation was just some random topic being brought up on a Sunday brunch, Bellatrix continued. There it was. Barty was usually cunning and strategic with his replies, but he was so thrown off with them actually talking about what he wanted most in the world that he had no other choice but to speak the truth. âYes. As long as my father is alive, he will find ways to cling unto his power in the Ministry of Magic.â
She wanted to push Barty, see how far he was willing to go, both for the cause but also as a person. Would he commit patricide? Contribute to the definitive downfall of his father? It was a crime Bellatrix had not committed, but then her father was decidedly less of an issue than Barty Crouch Sr was. Perhaps one day ââ but such fantasies had no place in the current conversation.
âIâd like to see him dead.â Gone were the subtleties, the steering the conversation to what she actually meant. Bellatrix was done with playing games. She placed her cup on the table, crossed her legs and looked at Barty, sharp. âMurdered, to be precise.â His blood, drip-drip-dripping, seeping from his body. She could do it, of course: she could do it, without even having to ask Voldemort, could go to Seniorâs house and blow it to bits and leave nothing alive behind. But it wasnât what she wanted; she wanted Barty to prove himself, to deliver the blow that killed his namesake. âNo power for him, ever again.â
rodolphus.
He knew the apologetic appearance rang hollow. Even if they were not as close as spouses typically â even if they didnât share a bed, let alone a wing of the house â they were married. He knew certain tics and tells of hers, just as she likely knew his. âThey are pitiful, and not worth speaking of.â Wasted air, if you asked him. One day, there wouldnât be any need to speak of those who didnât understand the superiority of purebloods. They would simple be gone.
He wondered what the diners thought of them. Did they appear to be the perfect couple? Had any of them heard rumors of indiscretions? They both had them, but they both knew the importance of appearances. Trying to discern the thoughts of strangers was the way of madness, so he let those thoughts go as the host guided them to a table in the back. âIt would be poor manners of me to invite you to dinner and then not speak to you,â Rodolphus said as he settled into his seat. âWhat should we speak of?â
âHm-hm,â she murmured in agreement. âThen letâs not waste our breath on them any longer.â Bellatrix did think they worth speaking of, though hardly in a way that was socially permissible. She wished to speak of the things she longed to do to them, the ways she would make them pay for their foolishness, their wrongness. Sometimes she wondered if she punished everyone for the things they did wrong in her eyes, there would be anyone left on this world. She wasnât sure she minded if there wasnât.
Bellatrix let her lips curl into a warm smile as Rodolphus spoke of poor manners. She knew how to behave, how to play nicely and subscribe to societyâs rules. They were ingrained in her, even if they didnât come naturally to her, and she did not underestimate the power that came with looking composed, polite and tranquil. Especially if you could be both that and absolutely monstrous. Bellatrix sat down. âOh, I could tell you of a curse Iâve been trying to crack, if youâre interested in the details,â she said. âOr you could tell me about your long day.â

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andromeda.
The laughter that escaped from her sisterâs lips was jarring, almost inhuman. Andromeda stepped back quickly, watching with fright as the cruel sound transformed the familiar lines of Bellaâs face into something feral, someone to be feared. Had the beast always been lurking there, just below the pretty veneer of her older sister? Perhaps sheâd always known, but never having been the target of a great and terrible wrath, Andromeda was able to ignore itâs existence. Every rational part of her screamed to run, but sheâd always had a way of overlooking that with her sisters.
âItâs not bullshit, its the way the rest of the fucking world works.â Andromeda tried to steady herself, to not show any of the fear pounding through her veins. âFamily is supposed to build you up, to support and love you no matter what! He does that, his family does that - they actually care what I have to say, the trust me to make the right choices with my child and my marriage.â Her voice broke a bit on the end, âitâs not healthy or safe or love to have to tiptoe around your parents, or to be forced to marry someone you donât even love. I deserve so much better than that - and so do you and Cissy! If you could just -â she sighed, running a shaking hand through her hair, âyou donât have to be miserable and afraid all the time.â
If that meant killing that mudblood, I would have done it.
The confession, spilled with ease and almost relish hurt more than a knife to her chest. For the first time, Andromeda believed her sister was capable of such evil. Sheâd always suspected, there was a darkness in this bloodline, sheâd seen it in her father and even herself. A causal cruelty that came from either wealth or status or both. But this was more, it was intentional - a calculated blow intent on delivering the most pain.
âYouâd have had to kill me as well then,â Andromeda stepped back again, fearful and devastated. âThat wouldnât have kept me safe, it wouldnât have kept my daughter safe. I would never be able to lie to her about that. My child will grow up safe and loved and with both her parents. And I didnât leave you, you pushed me away and cut me out.â
Bellatrix was quite aware of the fact that her parents hadnât loved her right. She had been, for many years ââ she was quit sure that she had been aware of it for most of her life. And while it had instilled her with an anger at a young age, she had also been able to accept it because of the love she did have: that of her sisters. The two of them, trailing behind her from the moment they could walk. In a home that was so filled with toxicity, the three of them had formed something solid and steady and safe.
Andromeda had betrayed that. So who was she, to speak of healthy families now? âYou speak as if I live a dreadful life, as if I was forced into something, as if I cower in front of my parents,â she said, her words a spat. âI carry no love for mother nor father, you know this. But for you to say that I am miserable? Afraid? Do you hear yourself? Do I seem miserable, to you? Like Iâm being forced into marriage? Last I checked, I am very much single. I am drawing my own path, Andromeda. I managed to find a way to do as much without betraying those I love.â Bellatrix was quiet for a moment, and then added in a voice no less venomous, âI loved you unconditionally once, but you fucked that up. Thatâs on you.â
She wondered, for a moment, if she would be able to do it. Cast a killing curse and watch her sisterâs body drop to the floor. Murder wasnât hard for Bellatrix any more, she even thought she liked it now. And she hated Andromeda, truly, for the way she had made her soul raw and naked once, how she had broken her heart. Still, she wondered if she would be able to mean it, if she would be able to go through with it.
Secretly, she doubted it.
But that didnât keep her from smirking. âPerhaps one day I will. You, and your daughter and your dirty husband, all of you ...â It wasnât a promise, but it was a threat. She liked seeing Andromeda step back. She hoped she would run off now. âLive with the consequences of your actions, Andy. Itâs the least you could do.â
layla.
âyeah, youâre right. i could have done better. it was hard to think of something on the spotâ she says furrowing her brows. it was always interesting to see bellatrix in a place like this. it didnât really appear to match her vibe but quite frankly she felt like she has seen bella the most this entire time of her store opening. âwho am i kidding, i have no old back, i just didnât feel like moving it myself but seeing as you wonât help and think itâs fine where it is. i suppose we can just leave it.â she says in a simple tone as she looks around the shop. was there anything out of place? layla couldnât tell at this point. she has been moving things from storage to out on the shelves just to see what had looked good. âand maybe i shouldnât listen to her, but i donât know, i kind of value her input just like how i value yours, cousin.â she hums out before going behind the counter, arranging a few bits and bobs to make the counter look somewhat complete, anything to keep her hands busy. âanyways, what do you think of it?â she asks smiling slightly. âi donât know how i still like the arrangement of everything. iâm still toying with the layout of it.âÂ
âOh, I wouldnât know. Iâm quite quick on my feet.â Bellatrix said it as if it was a joke, but she did believe her own words. She observed her cousin for a moment before distracting herself with the products on display again, turning her head slightly as Layla went on. âAh, laziness ... it will be the downfall of humanity one day. Though Iâll gladly be lazy if it means not having to busy myself with moving shelves.â Bellatrix thought herself above such menial tasks, and really did see nothing wrong with the things. But then, she had never been particularly keen on interior design. âWell, you should value my input, as I am often right. Trust me, though, blindly following your mother will never do you any good.â She turned to her cousin, then, giving her a smile. A warning, perhaps, that if word of this were to come back to Druella, sheâd have her head. Not that Bellatrix cared that much about her motherâs opinion of her any more, but still: itâd be best if she didnât know about all she said about mothers. âI think it all looks perfectly well, but Iâm hardly an expert on such things. It functions, doesnât it? Thatâs most important.â