run boy, be a man

[raises his brows with interest] Speaking from experience?

After all the holidays I’ve spent over there, a little. 

You could announce yourself long enough to let me fully put on makeup.

I could, but Merlin knows how long that would take. 

[Vincent, always a social animal, had been having a tremendous time at the party. Finding himself in need of refreshment, he had ventured to the bar to see what else was on offer that was not being handed around on the trays.] 

Have you seen those French girls? Knew I should’ve found a way to go to Beauxbatons.

-already leaning against the bar, having barely left it since arriving, he glances up from staring into his glass- What? Oh... I’d be careful, mate. They tend to be more trouble than anything. 

[makes herself turn back to him at his words, and outright stares at him when she realizes he isn’t looking. It still takes her a moment to decide whether she was going to be petulant and avoid the conversation by staying put or ensure she would get back to the Manor before dodging his questions. Unwilling to apparate now that the pressure has not lightened but certainly changed, she opts to extend a hand to him] That will probably be for the best. However, I am not sure I can get up on my own.

-accepting her hand more out of instinct that anything else, he says nothing as he helps her up- Rodolphus is held up talking to our father. I suggest we go now, if you want to have this out without him joining us. 

I-I was not prepared for your arrival. Shouldn’t, um, you consider it… improper to drop by unannounced?

You’re the one who’s always going on about how we’re going to be married. Might want to get used to seeing each other ‘unannounced’. 

I’m not defensive. I simply am aware that you do not wish to be here, and as such, I am relinquishing you from your obligations. 

If I go back in after five minutes, you know they’ll just send me straight back out, right?

[Only a few minutes passed between when she was sent out of the meeting and she heard the doors open again. Bellatrix shut her eyes, unwilling to watch them file out of a meeting she should have been in and assuming Rodolphus or Rabastan would find her to take her home. Someone stopped next to her, and she chanced a look up at them before shutting her eyes again and dropping her head back against the wall.]

If you are going to insist on talking about anything that just happened in there, I suggest you keep walking. That conversation is not going to end well.