I'm Coming Undone

“I already have one.” She rose her glass in his direction and lightly wagged it, before adding; “But, I’ll never say no to a midnight snack.” While she wasn’t that big of a sweet tooth, she did have a fondness for chocolate - and anything chocolate related, really. For a long while, the Chocolate Frogs were her favourite, but recently she developed a liking for cakes, rather than chocolate bonbons. 

Chuckling, Bellatrix arched an eyebrow at his comment, eyeing the bottle with an amused glint. “I’m not attempting to get drunk, you know I don’t enjoy that kind of thing. But, I do love to drink - to a reasonable amount.” Yes, she was not fond of being inebriated; it made her lose control, and never liked not being in full control of herself. Her eyebrow arched in amusement, and she found herself retorting, without batting an eye. “Hardly, I’ll just sleep in, in the morning. Praise Salazar it’s Saturday tomorrow. Or, well, today.” She added the latter, eyeing the clock. “And what of your beauty sleep, Roddy? Still getting that obligatory eight hours rest?” Bella teased.

Rodolphus shrugs his shoulders taking another swig from the bottle. ‘Fine, more for me’ he teased. ‘ Are you implying I am trying to get you drunk Miss Black? I would never do such a thing, neediness is not an attractive feature.’ Rod hated needy women it just wasn’t a good look. Needy people, in general, made the hair on his neck stand. ‘Plus being drunk means making an arse of myself in the morning--I hate to be made to look like a fool.’ there was a seriousness that overtook his tone. He had to keep up appearances otherwise his father would have his head.

Rod snorted, choking on the firewhiskey it was too late it had gone up into his nose. He made a face as the whiskey stung not only his nostrils but the back of his throat. ‘Oy! Bella, you set me up, you sneaky girl you.’ He smirked wriggling his eyebrows at her trying to play suave after an idiot move. ‘I don’t need much sleep to function, a few hours gets me refreshed.’

It was almost midnight. Granted, since it was Friday, she had no obligations for the following day - other than doing some odious rounds around the castle as the Head Girl. Oddly enough for the end of the week, the Slytherin common room was… deserted. Her cousin was probably in Hogsmeade, and her sisters were… well who knew where Cissy and Andy were these days. Perched against one of the comfortable sofas, and entirely clad in black, but without the Slytherin robe, Bellatrix settled for a glass of Firewhiskey, and a book in her lap, intending to keep her own company for a while, until sleep drags her upstairs in her dorm.

Taking a sip of the ember liquid, and sprawled on the couch, Bella was deep in her book, when a prickling sensation of someone watching her diverted her attention. Initially, she intended to glare at the intruder, but thought better of it as it easily could have been one of her sisters, or Reggie. Instead, it was Rodolphus Lestrange, and Bellatrix’s face lit up - thankfully for her reputation, without any nearby spectators, sans her cat. 

“Ah, look what the cat dragged in.” She chirped, propping herself up on the couch and swinging her legs aside; “Come, join me. Don’t slither in the shadows.” She added, amused by her own wit.

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Rodolphus was just returning from raiding the kitchen, he had snuck off with a hoard of fresh-baked cookies, a bottle of firewhiskey, and a few pumpkin pasties. A voice stopped him in his tracks, bile began to rise in his throat as his shoulder’s tensed. The voice seemed familiar, now that he thought about it that wasn’t Slughorn. Rod had been facing away from the onlooker, but quickly turned himself around to see none other than Bellatrix. He huffed lowly, chuckling to himself. ‘ Care for a midnight snack? They never put out the good sweets during supper. ’ he shrugged and unloaded the goodies onto the coffee table. ‘ I even brought booze.’ he wagged the bottle at her, smirking playfully. 

He settled beside her, plopping down on the couch sighing contently. He nodded toward her glass ‘ it seems I need to catch up eh? ’ he cracked open the stolen bottle, taking a swig. ‘ I’m touched that you’d sacrifice your beauty sleep to see me.’ he teased, the amber liquid burned going down..but Rodolphus was rather fond of that feeling. He felt inclined to sit closer to her...not sure if it was just the whiskey talking. She sure did look breathtaking...

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“You look like you could use a coffee.”

“Is that something you want to talk about?”

“Come on, sit down. It’s break time.”

“I needed that, thanks…”

“Here’s a blanket. You looked cold.”

“Thank god you’re back, I need to rant.”

“Is my sweater ever going to be returned?”

“Bad day? Emergency plans are in order.”

“Alright your ride has arrived, where to next?”

“I’m brushing your hair, it’s a mess.”

“You happened to go get lunch and ‘bought too much’ huh?”

“Your hugs are the best.”

“Hey. Hey. Heeeeeey. Come on. We’re gonna be late, get up.”

“I’m late, yes. You should be used to that by now.”

“How long as it been that we’ve known each other? Feels like ages.”

“There was something on your face, I had to get it off.”

“You’re sure people think we’re dating?”

“I think it’s hilarious people assume they’re dating just because they’re nice to each other.”

“I need to hang out with someone I like, can we pretend to be working for an hour?”

“Tea and coffee? What happened?”

“Here you go, one forgotten, left it at home in a rush, lost item!”

“I’m going for a walk, you want anything?”

“… sorry I took a nap on you.”

“I suppose I am now requisitioned to being a napping spot.”

when were you going to tell me?

you can’t keep doing this to yourself.

that’s…a lot of blood.

can you walk?

please don’t lie to me.

you were supposed to leave.

i’m not going anywhere without you.

shh, it’s okay. it was just a dream.

there was nothing more you could have done.

it wasn’t your fault.

this is all my fault.

you aren’t acting like yourself.

i’m never going to let [her/him/them] hurt you again.

you’re hurting me.

don’t ever do that again.

go to hell.

please don’t cry.

you have to stay awake.

i wish i could take the pain away.

you could have died.

hey – stay with me.

it’ll be over soon.

did you ever love me?

i’m sorry. i can’t do this anymore.

things won’t always hurt this bad.

you passed out.

how much have you had?

i’m okay. it’s all fine.

it’s not okay! you’re not fine!

let me get you something for the pain.

it’s nothing. it’s just a bruise.

it’s clearly not nothing.

have you been to the doctor?

i didn’t mean the things i said.

i thought we meant something.

people who are okay don’t act like this.

you don’t have to go through this by yourself.

i don’t want you to be alone.

please don’t regret me.

i heard you crying.

you need to get some rest.

when was the last time you ate something?

i’m worried about you.

did you have another nightmare?

[name], there’s nobody there.

i want to be happy but i don’t think i deserve it.

please talk to me.

why are you mad at me?

alcohol isn’t going to solve your problems.

don’t leave me.

did you do this to yourself?

it’s breaking my heart to see you like this.

tell me what’s wrong.

tell me how to make it better.

why don’t you care?

get the hell away from me.

please don’t do this.

i can’t believe that you lied to me.

just…stay for the night.

you obviously can’t be trusted to take care of yourself, so let me do it for you.

you can’t die. i won’t let you.

just hang on, okay?

hold my hand if you need to.

i’m sorry.

why do you have a gun?

don’t panic.

just breathe.

you’re bleeding.

i’m trying to stop the bleeding.

you’ve been crying, i can tell.

you should have told me sooner.

i wanted to tell you in person.

a phone call would’ve been nice.

i hate you.