On the fine line between genius and insanity.

Slytherin boys gathering around the fire, plotting an evil idea.

-Taken by Narcissa, Bellatrix, and Alecto

To Adam and Victor. 

Come back to Facebook, it’s dull. 

   The Dark Lord has commanded his legions to purge the wizarding world of the disgrace the times had bestowed. His innermost circle of loyal and devoted followers was assigned a ruthless mission, which no one showed opposition to, but instead expressed absolute devotion and passion.

The air was silent, and the skies clear part from the full moon casting its silvery emanation upon the Earth. One would say this was just an ordinary tranquil night, but only the twisted minds of the cloaked figures apprehended the ending of such pleasant night.

Their cloaks bellowed behind them, their faces guised behind obscuring masks; half a dozen death eaters set foot onto the serene village of Great Tolling, an area known to be infested by muggleborn and impure families.

Andy chuckled, his reply as familiar to her as Kreacher’s dreadful tea; unless one was the likes of Bellatrix or You Know Who himself, there was no such thing as rather well in this part of the wizarding world. “Why oppose, Rabastan? You’ve complied to their whims so far,” she shrugged. He was going to marry an eligible pureblood witch, carry on the family bloodline and subsequently expose his children to the curse their blood carried. Thus was expected from them and the reason the duty they were raised to carry out. “You must have at least found one of those fine women appealing – Carrow, for example.” A half-hearted smirk and the fleeting look of unrest in her irises were the subtle signs of her inner thoughts. As a Black, she was relatively skilled in masking her feelings; one of the few traits she was grateful for inheriting. The cigarette held between her soft lips, she inserted her arms into the sleeves of his jacket and wove it tight against her frame. She’d rather brute the cold than return to the mess of treachery. In this outlet of sorts from her life, with Rabastan as her only company, there was tranquility; if only for a brief moment.

 “I don’t find those women appealing.” Rabastan asserted, running his tongue over his chapped dry lips, his glimmering irises fixated upon hers. “Although, I do find one particular woman rather..exhilarating.” a small simper outlined his thin lips as he drew closer to her, his hand against her hip, and his other tracing her jawline before reaching to her lips and snatching the scorching cigarette. 

The two were well aware that they have been paired together; disparate their elder siblings, Rabastan and Andromeda weren't arranged to be together until their later years, as adults with a steadily thriving friendship, which has evolved into a perplexed romance. 

His eyebrows shot upwards as she spoke his master’s name in such disgracing manner, like he was an ordinary acquaintance. “Be careful of what you speak, Andromeda.” He warned through gritted teeth. A few tense seconds passed, their eyes battling each other, when it dawned upon him, his words have startled her into a state of bewilderment. His defensive ferocious instinct has dominated over his fervor towards the middle Black sister. An unprecedented incident, which he instantly regretted.

A nervous chuckle broke the gnawing silence. “I bet you Bellatrix romances over such fantasies.” He joked, trying to ease the tension, attempting hopelessly to wipe the disappointment from her eyes.