Blood Ties (Clementine)

Prepared and on time, that was how Clem managed to stay on top of just about absolutely everything in her life. If there was ever a bludger thrown her way then she was ready for it. This morning was bludger free and the day was going exactly to plan. She packed up all her little things into her bag and had it ready by the front door for when she left. She finished off getting herself ready for the day, charms in place to keep her hair and make up from messing up on her travels and her outfit was completely crease free. Checking her teeth in the mirror she was satisfied with absolutely everything and headed for her bag, picking it up and leaving her home, apparating as soon as she was beyond the charms that made it impossible for a witch or wizard to apparate in or out.

Today was both rather exciting and nerve wrecking. It wasn't as if Clem hadn't known she'd be married off some day, she definitely knew that she would be, but to actually be coming so close to the date, to having a one of her final fittings for her wedding dress and her sister for her bridesmaid dress! Merlin she hoped Evie hadn't put on weight. She'd practically been shovelling food into her mouth on Christmas day giving Clem all kinds of anxieties. She hoped her other bridesmaids weren't the same or she'd skin every single bloody one of them alive to shave off a few pounds, which she'd do with a lovely smile while convincing them it was entirely for their own good. She was good at that - manipulating people, helping them see and understand things from her own point of view. It had certainly done her well in her political career thus far and she was rather proud of herself for her accomplishments. She of course neglected to include the whole using daddy's money to buy her way into Sybil's good graces but that wasn't a huge part of it all, Clem was confident enough in herself that she felt she could have pulled it off without throwing money at the now Minister for Magic, it just would have been harder and Clem much preferred to play smart, not hard.

Arriving at Whimsic Alley Clem made her way to the boutique where wedding dresses and bridesmaid dresses filled the walls and racks. Clem had something rather special put aside for herself and she'd gone with classy for her bridesmaids rather than repulsive and humiliating. Her sister was her chief bridesmaid, the maid of honour and was going to be with her today. As soon as Clem reached the shop door, pulling it open spot on ten, the little bell rang and she spotted her dear sister sitting, having been looking at the dresses on the walls, none of which Clem had liked very much when she'd started looking at dresses. There was only one dress in the whole place that she liked and they were lucky. There was another little place in a small wizarding village that had some of the most amazing - and expensive - dresses that she could have imagined. She'd fallen in love with so many but the one here was what she wanted most of all, it was the one she'd be wearing down the aisle as she walked towards her future husband.

Clem found she was approached rather quickly by some dim-witted blonde who was attempting to greet her. Clem just held out her clutch for the woman to take and began shrugging her coat off after undoing it. "Hello, Evie," She smiled, genuinely happy to see her sister, "Been waiting long?" Where Clem liked to arrive spot on time, Evie was always that little bit earlier and Clem supposed it was an admirable trait to have. Having taken her coat off she held it out for Miss eager to run off with as Clem took the opportunity to head in her sisters direction, so glad that she'd managed to talk their mother out of coming. She did love her mother, dearly, but planning and pulling off a wedding was turning out to be a hell of a lot more stressful than Clem had originally anticipated because despite all the planning in the world, people still managed to bugger things up completely and while she wanted to impress her future in laws, and especially her future husband, she wanted everything to be perfect for her because sod everyone else, this was her day! She had a handsome fiancé who seemed as sweet as could be but it wasn't enough, not for her wedding day. He was still a man she was expected to marry, not one she had chosen, and so while this union was completely about joining two pure bloodlines, she wanted it to be entirely about her!

Tag: Evangeline Lucille Nott
Words: 814
Notes: <3
Outfit: Sweet and Sassy

Clementine couldn't help but grin. She was quite looking forward to having all eyes on her when she walked down the aisle. Anyone that was anyone in the wizarding world would be at her wedding and she wanted them all gazing in wonder at her and her dress. Her sister would be beautiful too, there was no way her sister would be anything but stunning but everyone had to be fixated on the bride. Clem wasn't usually the sort to be all 'me, me, me' when it came to attention but it would be fun for a whole day to enjoy the gazes of wonder and amazement. Clem thought of herself as more than attractive, she knew she was good looking, it ran in the family, but she also knew there were women in the world that were that slight bit more attractive than herself and she had to make sure she'd outshine every single one of them on her wedding day. The Burke sisters, she thought, might try and upstage her. Livia seemed the most reasonable of the three but the older tow, Lilith and Lyra were rather unpredictable. Clem was regretting not asking them to be bridesmaids, it was something she should have done in order to control what they were wearing on her big day.

"Ugh, please don't gain any weight. I will have to kill you. We can't go giving those Burke sisters anything to snigger about." She said with a roll of her eyes, "And I'm willing to bet if Narcissa Malfoy is feeling better she'll be one hell of a judgmental cow too." She said, lumping yet another blonde in with the sisters three. Blondes always thought they were better than everyone else and with the money those families had behind them, they could afford to think in such a way. "A water for me too, please." She said with a charming little smile, giving Clem a sweet and innocent look over her features. She was going to start her dress fitting off on the right foot and she was going to be calm about it all for as long as she could be, but there would undoubtedly be some kind of screw up and she was going to have to just trash half the shop in order to get her point across. It wasn't that Clem wanted to trash the shop, it was just that no one ever seemed to listen unless there was an unbelievable amount of yelling done to get her point across, or something was utterly destroyed because of their incompetence and right now she was trying to save her voice. The wedding was creeping closer and closer and she didn't want to risk losing her voice from having screamed at the morons trying to destroy her wedding day.

Tag: Evangeline Lucille Nott
Words: 469
Notes: <3
Outfit: Sweet and Sassy

They seemed like terrible people, they didn't even bother trying to play the game a little. They were elite and they liked for everyone to know it too. Clem and Evie were different, they had somehow found that life worked better when you got along with everyone - or at least most people. Clem never pretended to get along with absolutely everyone, there were of course a few people she disliked and that disliked her and that was fine, however life ran smoother when you weren't an openly judgemental cow like a certain blonde Burke sister. Or a couple of them really. At least one was a little more tolerable than the rest but Clem couldn't ver well ask only one sister to be in her bridal party. It was all or none and with two of the three being too much to handle, Clem opted to keep them all out of the wedding party and Lucian or his mother hadn't said anything on that matter, or at least not yet or not to her face any how. There was no telling what Lucian or his mother were like in private but Clem had high hopes that Lucian wasn't anything like his sisters, he was of course a business man and traded with people from all walks of life, or so she presumed. "Do me a favour and make sure you enlarge their dresses a little when they get up to dance at the reception, or even before their pictures." She smirked, the idea of the cows actually looking like cows was entertaining.

Clem laughed, perhaps it was rather cruel to do so but the issues between the Malfoy's were rather laughable right now. It kind of made Clem glad she hadn't settled down for love, the couple seemed to be having all sorts of troubles with conceiving, let alone actually conceiving and heir to the vast Malfoy fortune! "Perhaps Lucius will be looking for a new wife soon," She smirked, looking at Evie from the corner of her eye, "Perhaps we could suggest a new Mrs Malfoy, someone tolerable to take his interests." She suggested, "Lucius is a hell of a lot better looking than that last grotesque oaf you were promised to, Grenville or whatever his name was, so finding someone wouldn't be a difficult task at all." Clem had no idea what Evie's fiancé had been called because she'd never bothered getting to know him. He was truly disgusting to her and she'd known he wasn't going to be around long enough for Evie to actually go through with marrying him so what was the point? "I'll say. If the dress isn't absolutely perfect or in need of taking in a little because I've lost weight, then the shop might just get burnt to the ground." She muttered to Evie, just as the mousey brown haired assistant came back with their waters, "Thank you." Clem smiled, her tone entirely changed from when she'd been talking in a hushed voice to Evie, "Any chance of trying on my dress?" She asked sweetly, smiling then taking a sip of her water, ready to throw the drink and the entire glass in the girls face if she said or did absolutely anything displeasing.

Tag: Evangeline Lucille Nott
Words: 542
Notes: <3
Outfit: Sweet and Sassy

Clem felt rather smug and cheery knowing that her sister would do just about anything to those pompous and stuck up Burke sisters if they stepped even a toe out of line. They were such a snide lot and far too privileged. Thankfully Lucian didn't seem anything like them, he was really quite grounded and somewhat of a normal human being from her experiences with him. She supposed time would tell but for now she felt rather fortunate to have landed a real gentleman like Lucian. Sure there were plenty of other Grindylow in the lakes, so to speak, but none seemed as genuine as Lucian, at least from the experiences she'd had with the gentlemen of the pureblood world at least. There were some rather charming gents but on the whole they were superficial at best. Lucian wasn't like that, he didn't seem to be hiding anything, unlike her who happened to be a Death Eater, but she'd reveal that after they were married. She was sure Lucian's views would coincide with that but a wife as a Death Eater? It might be a little emasculating for some so she figured it was best to hold off on telling him such news until after the 'I do's.

There were plenty of women out there for Lucius and someone that wasn't a dumb blonde like that Narcissa cow either would be a fine start in finding dear Lucius a suitable wife. Someone that was actually an intellectual with a decent, well adjusted head on her shoulders. What Lucius saw in some vapid bimbo like Narcissa, Clementine would never know. She was as flat as a flying carpet with the personality to match. The Black's were all rather two dimensional, Clem thought, and it was a waste of handsome purebloods that they'd married. Apart from that middle one. That filthy blood traitor could rot in hell for her muggle loving ways. No, she was worse than the other two but only just. Bellatrix, somehow, had a marriage arranged to the wealthiest wizard in the wizarding world. It was apparent from the outside looking in that there wasn't any love there but the fact that she had him was all rather appalling. Rodolphus certainly deserved someone less ... mental. As a woman she was crazy, as a Death Eater Bellatrix was just downright obsessive and deranged. Evangeline Lestrange seemed to have a nice ring to it, Clem thought. Her sister would make a far better wife for Rodolphus than that ridiculous excuse for a sane human being. It was witches like Bellatrix Lestrange that really gave the Death Eaters a bad reputation, she honestly took things too far. Not that it mattered too much, she was getting married soon and her dress was presented before them as they entered the room. There was no point in thinking about the worthless Blacks when there were far more pressing, and beautiful, matters at hand.

A small smile crept over Clem's lips as she looked in awe at her wedding dress. It was rather stunning and it would look even better on her than it did the mannequin. Slowly the mannequin started to rotate, floating ever so slightly off the ground giving them a full 360 view. The train of the dress was magically suspended so as not to drag on the floor and the veil too was lifted away from the dress. So far was so good. Clem thrust her glass of water towards the help and moved in closer to inspect her wedding dress. She would be stunning, entirely dazzling. Eyes would e fixated upon her and while she'd not really cared too much about the wedding, she did find she was getting more and more excited as she took in the wonder of her dress. "Okay, time to make this dress even more spectacular by putting it on me!" She smiled arrogantly, the seamstress waving her wand and the dress flying off of the mannequin as Clem readied herself to try on her spectacular wedding gown.

Tag: Evangeline Lucille Nott
Words: 673
Notes: <3
Outfit: Sweet and Sassy

The moment came. The dress was on. Clem stood looking at herself in the mirror for a moment, taking herself in as she imagined what she would look like with her hair done up and the veil on. She was radiant and she knew it. There were few occasions in life where you had to look your absolute best, but your very own wedding day had to be the stand out, single, most significant look of your lifetime and Clem felt that this look was absolutely perfect for her. On the day she'd be even more perfect but for a dress fitting this was about as perfect as one could get. She was excited to be sharing the moment with Evie. The veil was fitted and Evie circled the dress, reaching out and touching at the veil with the lightest of fingers, barely disturbing the delicate fabric. Both Lucian's mother and her own mother had wanted to be here. Her other bridesmaids too, but this was a moment she wanted to share only with her maid of honour. Evie was her best friend as well as her sister. They had secrets that they shared only with one another and while her wedding dress wasn't a huge secret, she wanted everyone to be awed by her reveal. The day was creeping closer and closer and it was becoming harder and harder not to divulge details, no matter how little.

"They're damn lucky I look so remarkable and that there's not a thing wrong with the gown." Of course if it didn't fit it would have been her own fault, through gaining or losing weight, it wouldn't have been the shops fault or the seamstress' but Clem wouldn't have cared, she would have lost her mind at somebody and blamed someone else entirely. Another reason why she'd only wanted Evie around. Her sister had seen a meltdown or two before, with her mother in law to be around, and even her own mother, she'd have to be on her very best behaviour, something she didn't much feel like being at such a crucial stage of wedding preparedness. "All right, your turn, get into your dress so I can laugh at how much weight you've gained in order to make me look skinnier by comparison." She said, a small smile tweaking the corners of her lips, her hands rested on her hips as she turned to look at herself in one of the many mirrors. The dress really was spectacular and, if Evie knew one thing above all else, it was that Clem was indeed joking about her gaining weight. If her dress didn't fit then it would most certainly be meltdown central.

Tag: Evangeline Lucille Nott
Words: 450
Notes: <3
Outfit: Sweet and Sassy

Clem threw her head back with a hollow but loud "Ha!" Her hands came up and rested on her hips as she moved her head forwards and turned it slightly to look at her younger, and delusional, sister. "Forgive me sister but I think you've been drinking too much Babbling Beverage because you're spouting absolute nonsense." Clem took one more look over herself, a playful grin set on her face as she waved her hand, summoning someone to come and get her out of her wedding dress before one of the incompetent morons ruined it indefinitely. The less they could mangle it, the better. It needed to be tucked away, locked up safe and sound so that she'd know it was safe. Everything had to be perfect. The closer they go to the wedding the more crucial it was that everything was exactly as it should be. There was no room for error. Clem had a highly demanding job in which she rarely had time off. She worked long weeks and she also had her duties as a Death Eater. Fitting a wedding into all this was just chaos, but so long as everything went smoothly, it could be done, and it could be done to absolute perfecti-

Clementine's face dropped as her head whipped around to look at her sister as the assistant tried. Clem stepped forward in her loosened dress, not even bothering to head towards the changing room where she needed to take it off. The lace sleeves slipped over her shoulders and she stepped on the front of the gown. She growled a little in the back of her throat, barely audible as her fat sister failed to get zipped up and asked if they could fix it with but a few simple swishes of a wand. Clem froze, hoping that yes, they could fix it. Her eyes were wide in anticipation even though she already knew the answer. When the answer that Clem most certainly did not wish to hear came, she felt her hands ball into fists and her face scrunched up as she let forth an almighty scream. When her scream was done she turned to the nearest dresses on the walls and tore them from their places, screaming more as she did, letting out her frustrations before turning back around and facing the stupid little witch that wasn't worthy to be in her presence right now. "FIX IT!" She hollered, beyond furious that this was happening. Evie was going on a food strike whether she liked it or not. The fat cow was seriously pushing her luck right now.

Tag: Evangeline Lucille Nott
Words: 437
Notes: <3 Sisterly Love <3 Also, have some screams xD
Outfit: Sweet and Sassy