#viciouslestrange

There were few people that gave Antonin pause. 

        Generally he walked through life unfazed by the opinions of other. He did what her had to do in order to preserve himself, but her. Oh, Bellatrix was a different creature all together. She was the closest to humanity he had ever felt and her viciousness in their cause was nothing but inspiring. Unlike the other areas of his life he did not have force himself to feign an emotion, but he felt it truly.  It had been talent that make them capable of this particular project. There was not another pair that would have been trusted by the Dark Lord to carry out his will. Which by all accounts was true. The other families did have their perks and varying levels of commitment, but there was a missing agent in their executions. A piece that couldn’t be added. 

        Antonin looked over toward Bellatrix, rubbing the back of his neck. He flicked out a cigarette and lit it taking a drag. The attack had been a success but there were a few slip ups here and there. Careless people who had not done enough to protect their identities. There were few things in the world that Antonin hated more than picking up other people’s messes. If he had been in charge of their fates the care given to them would have been non-existent. For why would you keep followers around who do not relieve work, but instead create more for you. He took another drag of his cigarette, before clearing his clear. “ Who exactly are we looking for again ? ”