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.

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[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."