where: the zabini estate
“ A little birdie told me something about a certain Rookwood... ” She muses from the lounger where she and Alessia are reclining, a smirk pulling at painted lips. She props herself up, eyes landing squarely on her brother who is sitting in the armchair opposite the two sisters. “ And a certain... Dolohov. ” That little birdie just happens to be sitting right beside her. Alessia certainly hadn’t failed in keeping her up to date for the short time she’d been away. The witch allows the words to hang in the air, taking a slow drag of the slim that’s been dangly lazily in her fingers, inhaling before puffing out the smoke. She’s having fun with this, evident in the way she casts a knowing glance at her sister. “ Care to elaborate, brother dear? ”
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