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Mama said Fulfill the prophecy Be something greater Go make a legacy -’high hopes’ by panic! at the disco

                                                                                                                        When you walk away                                                                                                                          Nothing more to say                                                                                                         See the lightning in your eyes                                                                                                         See 'em running for their lives                                                                                        -’you’re gonna go far, kid’ by the offspring

   Bellatrix took a deep breath, presumably to avoid setting the curtains on fire. Not that it would faze either her husband or her brother-in-law, of course. The three of them were in the second parlour of the manor house (there were four) because Rabastan had helpfully suggested they try mediation to resolve their latest dispute.

   "Mediation is for fat cats who both know they're wrong but won't admit it," drawled Rodolphus, shrugging when Rabastan shot him a very pointed look.

   "Then it's perfect for this situation," said Bellatrix, "because the majority here is in agreement that your head is thicker than an executioner's chopping block."

   "For the last time, Bella, it wasn't what it looked like! The conclusions you jump to are so ludicrous they would put Cesare Flickerman's costumier to shame."

   Unnoticed, Rabastan pressed his fingers to his temples and let out a quiet sigh of despair. "What did he do this time?"

   "This time?" repeated Rodolphus, appalled. "Do you mind not being so obviously biased in her favour? I understand you've always been jealous of me for marrying the woman of your dreams – if the Daily Prophet is to be believed – but at least try to hide it better."

   "I will have the Skeeter bitch's head mounted on a wall by sunrise," Bellatrix promised quietly.

   Rabastan and Rodolphus exchanged rapidfire words through the simple act of raising their eyebrows at one another. Rabastan hastened to steer things back on track. "Bella, you were saying? About what he's done."

   "Oh. Yes. I saw him try to flush Severus down the toilet."

   Rabastan nearly choked.

   "I assure you," said Rodolphus icily, "the greasy git was too big to fit into the commode at all. I was merely doing us all a favour and giving him a bath."

   "You said that about the house-elf too, darling, and now you say that about the cat? You're recycling your own excuses." With that, she rose to her feet and swept out of the room.

   "Go on," said Rodolphus, smirking. "Go after her. Your ability to be neutral is hilarious."

   Rabastan ignored him. "Where do you think Bella's gone?"

   "To finish the job, I imagine. Severus doesn't like baths. He nearly clawed her face off when she tried to 'rescue' him from my clutches. I imagine we'll be seeing his head on the wall before sunrise as well."