i sink my teeth into my fingers,

This wedding was rather dull if he was honest. The colors, the ceremony, the people...it all just left Amycus bored. Wandering around the catering he figured he could make poke fun at the soft and squishy caterer. It was all fun and games but he did so much love making him fluster.

Starter for: Mundungus Fletcher @gusfletcher Where: the Malfoy/Black wedding When: during the reception

It was getting later into the evening and Fletcher figured it was about time to wrap things up at the wedding. He'd caught word of another party going on at a tattoo parlor or something and wanted to pop in there towards the end of things if he could manage it. The tail end of a party where people had been drinking and getting high all night would surely be good for some easy pick pocketing. Slowly he wandered further into the mansion than he knew he should have been, trying the first door he came to that looked like it might lead somewhere. Finding it was locked, he figured it would be a good door to gamble on. Reaching for the picking tools he had hidden away in one of his socks, he started at it. It was tougher than he'd expected. He rattled the doorknob a few more times before it finally came unlocked. Fletcher got back to his feet as it swung open, squinting and glancing around him as he stepped into the room- "BLOODY-! FUCK-" Fletcher physically jumped back a step as he was surprised by the unexpected presence of Rabastan Lestrange who seemed to have been waiting there for him for some reason. "Every day's the loveliest day to do crime- You trying to scare me shitless? Bloody, lurking in the dark like some pretentious nightmare-?" A gruff frown immediately found his features, a furrow in his brow. His fingers curled at his sides, but he wasn't sure if he could get away with nicking anything now that he had eyes on him. Rabastan did business with him regularly, but that didn't mean the fucker was about to let him get away with stealing from the Malfoys. Purebloods were stupidly loyal about the dumbest shit. He scoffed at the comment about his suit, immediately reaching to touch at the lapels. "What? Fuck off, no it's not. Got it some place fancy." The fanciest place down Knockturn alley. He'd have the piece moved and gold weighing his pockets down before anyone could begin the investigation. It was good as his the moment he'd put it on.

Bellatrix noticed the wizard upon their entrance to the wedding. Intrigued on what might transverse throughout the night, she allowed him refuge within, for now. It disgusted her what he stored inside his pockets, a thief amongst them, and one that did not seem to aim high.

Fletcher snorted, shoving a few more handfuls of cheese into his pockets. "Whatever's your cup of tea then, lady, truly I don't give a shite about the details-" only when she stepped a little closer did he look up from what he was doing, finally noticing just who it was he was speaking to. He recognized her of course, but despite the fact that it was Bellatrix Lestrange who seemed to be angry with him about hoarding refreshments, his eyes darted between the wand in her hand and the warning look on her face, and he continued on as if he hadn't a clue. "Putain," he let out the word in a huff, his finished cigarette falling from his lips with it and hitting the pavilion floor. he didn't pick it up. "The food's free, isn't it...? It's not like i'm doing nothing wrong. No harm done here, mademoiselle." He didn't move to take any more, but he also didn't move to put anything back. He shoved the last tart he'd picked up right between his teeth, taking a big bite out of it and chewing with his mouth full, brows furrowed as he looked down at the orange filling that seemed to have little green specks in. He didn't really care, it was definitely the best orange speck-y anything he'd ever tasted. Light and sweet. "Figgings," he answered with his mouth still full and took another bite before he'd finished the first, getting crumbs all over himself. "Figgins," he corrected. If she didn't recognize him then he had no reason to give her his real name. "Who're you?"