all the broken chords and unnamed cries

[orionis]

Who: Bellatrix Black, Ilde Decima, Anna Demirovna, Evan Rosier, and OPEN.
What: Drinks, tea, possibly more?
Where: Lost Society, Malfoy Townhouse, other locations negotiable.
When: Various.
Notes: I have some specific threads here, but they're by no means limiting. If you have something in mind, please feel free to tag in as your little heart desires, or contact me if you have details you'd like to work out.
Warnings: Most likely language. And bad decisions.

Things have progressed rather smoothly since Bellatrix's arrival, which perhaps surprises her the most. She didn't hug her sister when she arrived to retrieve her from the room she appeared in after grabbing the portkey in Knockturn Alley. She instead nodded, and thanked her. And after being taken to her Narcissa's home and shown to her room, crawled into bed and pulled the covers up over her head to make it dark, so she could fool her mind into believing it could be her own bed.

Comments

[wildesque]

"Anything to rile the family, you know that." Actually she wouldn't, but Evan sails breezily past that, and takes her seat like he isn't dying to get out of the room and hunt Narcissa down. The act is so important with Bellatrix, even if she isn't the fully grown predator she became with experience.

"Oh, your husband, primarily. I'm sure she mentioned that. But I'm also sure she didn't go into it."

[orionis]

There's no amount of practise in perfect poise and hiding what's going on inside of her head that could have prepared Bellatrix Black to mask her reaction to the bomb that's just been dropped in her lap. Her head doesn't snap up, but instead it's a slow lift of her chin and widening of her eyes. Her pale skin grows all the paler as the blood drains from it and her mouth goes dry.

"My what?"

[wildesque]

Narcissa is going to have his balls, but he'd rather talk about Rodolphus than Voldemort. And if Narcissa has his balls, she might one day also give them back, unlike Bellatrix. Evan affects a look of surprise, leaning his chin into the support of one hand as he pretends to evaluate how serious she's being.

"She must have been waiting. Parceling out the shocks so they don't overwhelm you. Do forgive me, Bellatrix. It's just that you do get married eventually. I wouldn't even bother to bring it up if he weren't here. But clearly he's staying away out of consideration for you."

[orionis]

Bellatrix backs off from Evan so she can land inelegantly in one of those armchairs. Long fingers work free the buttons of her coat, because it is now entirely too warm in this room, isn't it?

"Who, Evan?" she snaps irritably. He's toying with her, and that's dangerous even at this age. She still has her wand, after all.

[wildesque]

"Rodolphus Lestrange," Evan says with the promptness of one who knows Bellatrix. But he judges that conversational gambit has, for the moment, safely diverted the topic. "Don't worry, he's a sad sack, you do as you like, as you always have. And clearly he's not so mad as to bother you right now. Just keep the blinds down, I suppose."

[orionis]

There's a moment where she simply cannot summon words. Then, she buries her face in her hands and doubles over in her chair. Her shoulders begin to quake, and for a second or two, someone might think she's crying.

Until the first hints of laughter bubble to the surface. It's a solid ten seconds that she laughs into her palms. "Lestrange?" she gasps as she comes up for air, straightening up in her seat and throwing a half-cocked smile in Rosier's direction. "No!" Like she's just been let in on the juiciest bit of gossip, and it really should be quite a bit more horrifying that it's about her own life. But she's always been a little off. "Did rather well for myself there, I suppose."

The laughter decays and the shock settles in again. "Oh... How odd that my life has gone on without me."

[wildesque]

That is just about the reaction Evan had, though it had come when Rodolphus started seriously pursuing Bellatrix and not when he proposed. Keeping up with gossip had been, at that point in his life, important to him. And he's ready to keep up the jokes, the little cutting remarks at Lestrange's expense — and he has so many automatically loaded into his quipping engine — but the more subdued remark Bellatrix finishes with stops him. His smile has a jaunty sort of twisted sympathy.

"So it does," he says, easy and entirely resisting the deeper parallels there. "But I believe we will be happy to have you here exactly as you are. Don't give it a second's thought. Would you like to come out with me, have a look around? Or shall I leave you to your book?"

[orionis]

Perhaps this is still largely as Evan remembers her, with tact and subtlety remaining, and a candidness with family. Bellatrix is visibly grateful for his offer and she smiles. "No, please." She moves to stand, rolling her gaze skyward briefly. "I'm not even sure what the bloody thing's about." Which is more to do with her lack of concentration than a lack of comprehension. "I would be honoured if you would escort me, dear cousin."