𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕥𝕥𝕖𝕟

𝙚𝙫𝙖𝙣 𝙧𝙤𝙨𝙞𝙚𝙧 -- 35, death eater, head of the magical law enforcement patrol, durmstrang alumni.

❪ ⠀⠀ OPEN STARTER⠀ ▸⠀ burke lodge ⠀⠀ ❫

a little known fact to those who hadn’t been privy to her time at school, was that bellatrix lestrange absolutely loved quidditch — she’d been riding on brooms since her father had bought her a baby’s toy one, learned to fly as if it was second nature, and quidditch was nothing if not a natural extension of that love. but, more than anything, she’d found unbelievable joy in watching — judging, discussing, and appreciating quidditch, which was why she’d been a commentator at hogwarts. adulthood and a high stress job hadn’t allowed her to indulge too much in her hobby, unfortunately, but the quidditch world cup? that was an indulgence. to say that the brunette was in a good mood was an understatement, but she’d decided to at least behave herself a little — later, a few glasses of firewhiskey in, she’d most certainly swing by the camp and enjoy the euphoria, for now she was willing to socialise at the burke lodge. she was on the second glass of wine — and what damn good wine it was — when she found a familiar face to talk to, the bright grin on her face most definitely betraying her usually composed demeanour, a conspiratorial edge to her voice. “the wine’s fantastic… but is it awful of me to say i’m looking forward to the stadium’s cheap firewhiskey?”

evan rosier did not know how to relax, even when he was enjoying himself. rocking a hangover from last night, he’d only recently woken up and missed the first match. not much of a pain for him -- once quidditch was his biggest passion, but lately the rosier didn’t care much for it. he’d made himself comfortable in the burke lodge, taking full advantage of eamonn’s generosity, recharging for the day ( or what was left of it ) with some butterbeer and whatever food could be found around. “it is, actually.” evan adressed his cousin who’d just walked in, adjusting his shades as the light irritated him at the moment. “c’mon, bella, i was just about to say you look happier than usual and it’s because of that cheap shite firewhiskey? it’s a trap. my head feels like it was hit by fifteen bludgers, repeatedly.” that, or it was simply the fact evan tended to overindulge in all things that brought pleasure; live for the moment and all that. “do you know what time it is?”

Crowds hadn’t always set Lily on edge. She couldn’t pin point exactly when she’d started absentmindedly scanning the perimeters for signs of trouble, but it had become a more frequent occurrence lately. She didn’t even realise she was doing it, rolling her wand between her fingers in her pocket, until a voice startled her and she whipped around. Her wand now drawn, Lily was ready for a fight if necessary.

She didn’t look the least bit threatening though. Her steely gaze looked out from under a huge parrot head that she’d fastened to a hat as part of her costume. Dressed as human sized version of a blue and yellow macaw that was so often used as the symbol of Brazil, there was no mistaking which team she was supporting.

It took a second to realise just how ridiculous she must look, but when she she did her face softened into a self deprecating smile, her wand hastily shoved back into her feather covered pocket.

“Sorry, I thought you were a jaguar… or a bigger bird… or, well, something else that eats parrots.”

evan raised an eyebrow at the wand pointed at him, lips turning upwards into an amused smile. his gaze would then follow the other’s extended hand, all the way to their ridiculous costume. not much of a threatening sight, though the rosier did take note of the determined, unwavering look on the redhead’s face. oh, right. something something evans; potential order member, yet no solid proof as of now. a muggleborn, however, so still a high possibility. part of his job was to keep track of most people, of their connections, of his surroundings. it was a monotone, dull job but at least evan could rarely be caught off guard. another thing that amused him about the situation ( besides the giant bird costume ) was how correct her instinct was. she should absolutely be that careful around the rosier. “ it’s alright. one can never be too careful. the macaw is prey to many animals, after all. “