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Serra was in an excellent mood tonight, tipsy on attention and gifts, as well as several glasses of champagne. It was her birthday and she'd been showered with presents left and right. Her parents were being particularly generous this year, which while she noticed she didn't comment on. Perhaps they wanted to make sure she didn't have any wayward plans of following into her idiotic cousin's footsteps. As if. A cautionary tale more so than a role model she'd always been to Serra. Floating around in her pink dress she smiled when she spotted a familiar face. "Welcome. Have you had the champagne yet? It is quite delicious."

"Surprise. Your favorite cousin's here to see you. And don't even try to pretend it's not me, you know I'm much better company than my brother." Emma teased as she sat down opposite to Evan. "I didn't see you at the ministry gala, were you there or did you make up some excuse to get out of attending?"

Where: Outskirts near Malfoy Manor When: The Aftermath of Harry Potter’s death, April 15th

The murder of an innocent child... Bellatrix knew it should unsettle her, make her question the cause but no such thoughts crossed her mind. It was something that simply needed to be done. Besides, maybe they were doing Harry Potter a favor. He wouldn’t have to grow up during a war, would never live to see his family die or betray him. His end was gruesome, theatrically over the top yes, but once it was done, it was done. No more pain. No more anything... the quiet sounds of the forest were disturbed as Bellatrix apparated. Naturally, she hadn’t been far when Pettigrew delivered what was left of the boy. Their spy had done well but could this have crossed a line for him? Such brutality would definitely leave its mark on Peter, clouding his mind... potentially enough to turn on them. Uncertainty once again flowed through her veins.

Another woosh pulled her attention, a familiar figure appearing in the darkness. Her counterpart, her cousin- at least she could trust Evan Rosier. “It won’t be long now before they retaliate...” She nodded, eyes surveying the area around them. Not too far up she saw the lights of a nearby village, flickering as wind blew through pines and alders. “The Order is too thickheaded not to.” If they knew better, they’d stop playing this game they couldn’t win. “Would it be wrong to celebrate an execution?”