#antonintheviper

He had meant to catch up with Antonin at the party, he honestly had. Only, everything had gotten away from him rather fast and then things had gone sideways and the only person in his head at all had been Daisy. That much he knew Antonin would understand. More than anyone else in the world, Antonin would understand. 

Now he’d stayed over at the castle, probably not something he had been allowed to, but hell itself couldn’t tear him away from his pregnant wife after almost losing her. Logically he had known that Bellatrix wouldn’t have let her get hurt and she’d been perfectly fine, but it hadn’t stopped his heart racing for hours and hours. 

But he had to talk to Antonin now; to share his own good news and hear about the pretty ballerina from the other night. Plus he had loads of Death Eater gossip, if Antonin wanted it.

“Antonin!” He called, catching sight of his hero in one of the hallways. “Hey, wait up.”

“If I can do anything to help clear their name or at least help keep a spot off your name, please let me know.” She’d made the same offer to Mrs. Dolohov, but it seemed important to tell Mr. Dolohov as well. “I don’t think Sanya did it and I don’t think someone should use this to come after you.” 

She wasn’t just being nice, Maura was being reasonable. She was angry and she wanted to do something and cleaning up the fall out from what made her angry seemed like the tidiest solution. She couldn’t be the only one that was angry, and Maura tipped her head before asking, “Have you been having any problems, Mr. Dolohov?” @antonintheviper

Questioning others, however? Well, that was practically in her breeding.

“I must admit, I’m surprised they assigned me to this,” Valentina said as she tucked a pair of gloves inside her coat, looking around the building. “Of course, I’m surprised this was an assignment to begin with.”

Antonin Dolohov was a criminal, Valentina was certain of this and yet he’d never been caught and he wasn’t about to be caught that day, either, but the fact someone even wanted her to sniff around seemed curious to Valentina, who let the corner of her mouth twitch into a smile at Antonin.

“Care to give me the tour?” @antonintheviper

"Why did he take me in? I know my mother asked, but he could have said no. He could have turned his back on family he barely knew anymore. Why?”

Sanya has only vague memories of their uncle being around as a child, but they know he was some. This is the only photo they have of that time.

Song: Lifestyle of The Rich & Famous by Good Charlotte

“Fucking rich British people,” Sanya muttered. 

“I would tell you to watch your language,” Antonin replied, “but I agree. If I have to listen to Lucius Malfoy bitch about his peacocks one more time...”

“Don’t any of these people know what actual suffering looks like?” Sanya was practically ready to spit over their annoyance.

“None of them would last a day in Belarus,” Antonin agreed. 

“Would Katsia give us an alibi if we just robbed everyone at once?”