#lestrange-dangereux

Electra raised her own glass in imitation of the gesture that he had just made, but it never quite made it as far as her lips. Despite this being her engagement party, she had not touched a single drop of champagne all evening, wanting to keep a clear head. What she hadn’t counted on, however, was the smell of Rodolphus’s cologne, which was much more potent than any alcohol she could have possibly consumed. Even just standing there beside him, her head was spinning, and it was crowded by recollections of their last rendezvous. 

“Oh, I’m sure I’ll manage somehow.” Her voice was impressively light, considering. The slight curve at each corner of her lips suggested that she might be laughing - at him, at his suggestion that she couldn’t handle his brother? What an absurd notion. But still, she laid her hand upon Rod’s arm and looked up at him from beneath her lashes, her eyes dark and wide and rapturous. “After all, you’ll be around to help me, won’t you? I mean, you’re not going to just abandon me the minute the wedding is over ... Are you?” 

There were a few things that Barty didn’t want to ever do again. Killing people, using Fiendfyre, listening to an Augurey, or watching one of his few friends (if not the only one) die. All of those he had been forced to do at some point of his life. The last one took place only a few days ago, when Voldemort killed Dorcas and her whole family. Never in his life would Barty admit that he loved her; his feelings towards the Gryffindor were deep. For once, Barty’s life had felt like it had a purpose; for the first time since they left Hogwarts, he had felt... fine. By Do’s side. Of course that he had to hide the fact that he was a Death Eater, but that was something he had soon learned to live with.

And now, she was gone... 

Barty took the glass with Firewhiskey from the bar, then drank all of its content at once. Was it his first, second, third or fourth glass? He had no idea. The only sure thing was, that it helped... well, sort of. 

At some point, he spotted a young woman in his peripheral view. That was why he turned his head to get a better view of her. “What do you want?” 

It’s with DISDAIN that Torch turns from the desk in her apartment to narrow IRRITATED optics at the door knocked upon in the late hours of the night, perhaps the early morning. Having lost track of the time, who could be sure? HEAVY footsteps echo with a CLICK against the wooden flooring, tap tap, click, click, BAM! Loudly does the doorknob jiggle tween the gloved hand of an EXHAUSTED thief as teen finally gets the damned thing open only to lay eye upon something far more annoying than her CLINGY boyfriend. It’s worse, so much worse, his self-proclaimed uncle, Rodolphus. As if this FRANTIC mess couldn’t get any more awful, as if she didn’t have enough to FOCUS on. If it isn’t IMPORTANT, she’s going to strangle him.

  //ohmygooddddddd that was beautiful, poor Rod is scared and horny now   

// Thanks, bae! Oh my God, isn’t he always though? xD

“I’m b a d at apologies,” Severus muttered, filing his nails.

“That doesn’t surprise me.” pausing, to stare at her uncle. “Not particularly, no. Why are you here?”

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