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Post by Finley Charles Avery on Feb 19, 2019 11:01:52 GMT
 Oh, Come, All Ye Pureblood He would have been offended at her saying everyone was a troll to her, only Fin knew he was excluded from the phrase. He was not now, nor had he ever been someone that could be referred to as such, and he was so confident in the matter that her words rolled right off his back without a second thought. To give her her due, she wasn't wrong, there were a lot of idiots in the building tonight, including Fin's own father and all of the old tossers he called friends. The younger generation were faring much better, fortunately. Less trollish with every pureblooded child that was born. Save little Aurora Lestrange, there was no telling what that kid would turn out like with Bellatrix Black's genes running through her, she'd been cursed on that front. Roddy needed to hurry up and find himself a new wife to knock up so he'd have a chance at at least one child that wasn't positively insane. Or worse... barren. Fin's gaze flickered toward Lucius and Narcissa, but he chided himself for it. They were good people, they both deserved better than what the Black family curse had done to them. Jovi, however, had no family curses that he was aware of. The Rowles were a respected bunch, no dramas, no scandals that had made it public, and no problems having children, though Fin didn't know anything about Jovi's siblings, they could be questionable, but Jovian was delightful. "You need a challenge?" he said, eyebrows raising. "You are a challenge." And Fin liked a challenge. He liked Jovi's fire, her ability to hold on to her high standards and not lower them for anyone was something he really admired. She certainly was a challenge, or she would be if he planned on asking her out some time, which he did. He'd see how tonight went, first. Or so he told himself, but deep down, he knew he'd be pursuing Jovi and doing his own head in trying to rise to the challenge. He could have been getting himself in to some deep trouble, but honestly, when he looked at those gorgeous eyes of hers, and those lips... he didn't care. He wanted her. _______________________ tag: Jovian Isobel Corrine Rowle and everyone! words: 403 outfit: Most eligible bachelor.notes: All I want for Christmassss is youuuuu! <3 [googlefont="Allura"] |
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Post by Jovian Isobel Corrine Rowle on Feb 19, 2019 13:37:49 GMT
Being called a challenge was certainly something. Jovian was clever and she knew it, she was willing to admit that she could be a little bit of a handful from time to time but challenge? Well that was just a given. Wickedly smart people had to be challenging, that had to take on the world and change it, without being a challenge and without the world having challengers it just wouldn't change. She was a challenge, Voldemort was a challenge, Merlin was a challenge. Her name would go down in history for what she was going to do for the magical world, what was every other sod in this place going to do? Just keep reproducing until they could create their own little challenge. One that would also change the world around them. Of course people like her came around once in a generation. These people would have plenty of children among them but only one would be worthy of changing the world and that child would be hers. Jovi knew she'd marry and she'd be a mother someday, and it was something she actually wanted, but not right away. She was still young, only eighteen and graduated this year. She had plenty of time to find a husband and get pregnant. Fin had always seemed like good husband material in her fantasies of him, but he was Dora's best friend and older than her, although not that much older really, it just seemed it at the moment.
"I'm perfection," She told him firmly with a playful hint to her tone. She was perfection and he'd better know it, but she wanted to know if he had a sense of humour about himself. Her other boyfriends would have just accepted her words in order to appease her, her date for the evening probably wouldn't have even understood the word 'perfection'. He wasn't all that switched on. He was a walking wallet and that was all she needed for tonight, and Rabby's wedding, and for life really. She didn't necessarily need a husband that was good with conversation. He did need to know how to behave in the marital bed, though. It might be good if he could not embarrass her when he opened his mouth but she'd be off changing the world so it didn't matter too much, although she didn't want idiot children. That was certainly something to thing about, but not right now, right now was for enjoying her evening with Fin, even if he hadn't been her date for the evening initially, he was certainly proving himself to be worthy of her attention tonight.
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Post by Rabastan Aramis Lestrange on Feb 24, 2019 10:16:32 GMT
 Oh, Come, All Ye Pureblood Lilith tried to gently remind him that the middle of a party was hardly the place to get frisky, but Rabby was struggling to ignore the way that dress clung to Lilith's curves. He wanted to run his hands over much more than her bum, and without shimmering material getting in the way. He smiled down at her. "Then let's find a new place," he suggested, his fun cut short at the sound of Rodolphus' voice booming behind him. Groaning at the loss of the sexy times he didn't yet realise he hadn't been about to have, Rabastan turned and greeted his brother with a warm smile. "Hey now," he protested, alcohol making him lie through his teeth without any hesitation. "I am a complete gentleman, I wouldn't dream of it." But his hand was still quite low down on Lilith's back, and he had been dreaming of it only seconds ago. Sober Rabastan would have been fully aware that everyone knew he was full of crap, but tipsy Rabastan was quite convinced that he had been utterly convincing. Convincingly convincing! He turned to Dorcas as she greeted him familiarly, the only person to ever call him "Bastan", though he had never not liked it. It was different, and so was she, and he had appreciated that for longer than he could remember. Well, he did remember quite far back. Far back enough to recall the moans of pleasure she made when they were behind one of the sofas in the common room that time. Or the time when... wait. This wasn't the right time to be thinking about that. "Meadowes, you look lovely tonight," he said a little too quickly, trying to cut off his own thoughts before he got too carried away. He gave his wife a quick glance to make sure her head hadn't exploded at his friendly greeting, but he was sure she would be able to compose herself in public. She was good at that. He liked that about Lilith, it mirrored his own usually composed nature. It took a lot to ruffle Rabastan, and even though he sensed Lilith was only acting in a similar vein, he appreciated the facade. And secretly looked forward to the day she felt comfortable enough to really explode on him instead of pretending to be cool and collected all of the time. _______________________ tag: Lilith A. C. Lestrange , Rodolphus Adalrich Lestrange , Dorcas Amilie Meadowes and everyone! outfit: Pureblood Prince.words: 430 notes: Merry Christmas! <3 [googlefont="Nothing You Could Do"] |
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Post by Euphadora Rose Parkinson on Feb 24, 2019 23:05:40 GMT
 She was a little bit ruined a beautiful disaster but she was magic
Dora preened herself at Narcissa’s compliment, or possibly her backhanded compliment, lifting her chin slightly and brushing an imaginary errant hair behind her ear. It was difficult to tell where Lucius’ wife stood at times, she was always so reserved, and Dora had never witnessed her be outwardly catty to anyone even if it were due. She was either truly a pleasant person all around or the most buttoned-up witch imaginable next to Lilith Lestrange, but Dora enjoyed Narcissa’s company much more than she ever had Lilith’s. Much like the new Lestrange, Dora admired Narcissa for her regal air but her interactions with the witch were limited. Lucius was more outgoing than his wife, at least towards Dora, and she thought of him as something of a friend albeit not the closest. She knew of some of his familial troubles but nothing directly from his mouth, they weren’t that sort of friend. Mostly, Dora listened to gossip and anything she heard from more than one source she took as fact, and sometimes if the gossip were simply too juicy to be overlooked only one source would do for her overactive mind. She knew there had been troubles having a baby which was a shame because the Malfoys would have made the most attractive little offspring. Perhaps Narcissa had given up on life, because she looked a little plump in the face and her dress left something to be desired among all the glamorous designs featured around this room alone. Poor Lucius, she would make it a point to meet up with him in the new year to check in on him, though what she planned to do if things weren’t going well between him and his wife was yet to be seen.
Lucius, ever the gentleman, waited until the ladies had exchanged compliments and admired each other’s outfits before interjecting with a greeting. “Very much so,” Dora said with all sincerity, her eyes only quickly flashing to the bulge in Lucius’ pants that made her words that much more true. He really was a perfect specimen of a man and Narcissa was lucky beyond belief to get to go home to that every night. Green eyes flicked back up to her company’s faces. “I was rather hoping the Lestranges would have got The Hook to play again this year but I suppose it might be more of a spectacle now if I were to fangirl all over the lead singer in my state. It’s so hard to orchestrate just the right amount of drama at these things.” She gave a little wink in their direction, a nod to the fact that she knew people were talking poorly of her this evening and trying to play it off as if it were no big deal. She was good at that up to a certain extent and if she felt herself slipping at all she could always feign tiredness from her condition and sneak away to dwell on the evening alone in a dark room.
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Post by Rodolphus Adalrich Lestrange on Feb 25, 2019 7:09:35 GMT
 If I am an angel paint me with black wings
Rodolphus was quite certain Rabastan had done nothing in the last year but dream of it, but while he was drunk enough to fondle his wife-murdering, blood traitor-born mistress in front of his parents and all of their friends, he wasn’t quite drunk enough to double down on his assertion in mixed company after Lilith had commented so disapprovingly. She was being polite but he could see it in her eyes and he grinned at her knowingly as his brother exchanged pleasantries with Dorcas. “Just making sure my Aurora is still first in line,” he teased, assuming it likely Lilith’s intention to become pregnant sooner rather than later. Adolph and Ceres had both made it clear they expected a grandson and Rodolphus was no nearer to providing them one than he had been when Bellatrix was alive, so the responsibility now rested on Rabastan and Lilith’s shoulders. Of course, Rodolphus had no intention of his family losing their line of succession and he was far from done having children, this was merely a pit stop until he found a more suitable wife and really, after the psychotic bitch Bella had become it wasn’t a very difficult task.
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Post by Dorcas Amilie Meadowes on Feb 27, 2019 6:38:46 GMT
Blondie didn't even bother to acknowledge Dorcas which caused Dorcas to quirk her brow and glance to Rodolphus before looking to Rabastan who blurted out how lovely she looked. She did look lovely! Admittedly not as hot as Bastant's hot wife, but Dorcas didn't think anyone could obtain that level of beauty but that was mostly because no one else could fit such a huge fucking broom that far up their arse. Honestly, every time her mouth moved Dorcas could swear she saw the branches of the broomstick tail! Seriously, Rabastan could probably reach his hand back her throat and clip those frayed ends. She couldn't believe he'd let a broom get into such a terrible state. "Put your tongue away, Bastan. You've not even been married a month and you're already hitting on other women? Things that bad in the sack already, huh?" She asked, "Need me to liven things up a little?" She asked, quirking her brow a little and then looking to Lilith, still quirking her brow. She'd definitely hop in the sack with Bastan and Lilith, holy heck that would be hot. She'd certainly have a hell of a good time, although she was sure Lilith would disapprove of such an idea given that giant broom up her arse, Dorcas figured that was at least a little something for Bastan to think about next time he had his wife in the same old boring missionary position, going at it like a couple of old pensioners about to break a hip.
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Post by Lilith A. C. Lestrange on Feb 27, 2019 10:49:50 GMT
With every breath this bloodtraitor took, Lilith imagined her throat closing up and the witch dropping down dead. She was a disgrace at this party. The evening was supposed to be about her. Of course there was the whole Christmas element to it too, but mostly it was about Lilith. She was a new Lestrange, she was beautiful and perfect for the family. She had elegance and grace where as this country turnip could barley string a coherent sentence together. Honestly, it was almost as though she were talking in vulgar rhymes. Well it wouldn't do, Lilith was done. She didn't want to spend another second in the company of someone that was so very beneath her and so when the short little troll was done talking, Lilith answered her question by walking way. She wasn't going to waste her time on such a disgraceful human being and instead she was going to enjoy her evening with people that actually meant something. Lilith hoped in all that was magical that Rabastan would join her, he really didn't have much of a choice if he wanted to keep his new bride happy. Lilith wouldn't be second best to some filthy bloodtraitor this night nor any other. Her eyes scanned the room and she made her way towards a couple she'd have infinitely more find with.
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Post by Finley Charles Avery on Feb 27, 2019 11:48:53 GMT
Oh, Come, All Ye Pureblood "No way," Fin retorted, a look of playful offence on his handsome face. "That's my title." He was beyond perfection and he wouldn't allow anyone to say any different. Well, maybe he would. If anyone beneath his status were to imply it, heads would roll. His peers, however, would merely get a bloody good argument out of him, and maybe later revenge. Jovi would get none of the above if she argued with him over the matter, because she thought he was perfect, too, and it didn't matter what she said, he'd just let it go in one ear and out the other. He wasn't sure whether she was perfection or not, but there was a good possibility that she was something close to that. He'd need to get to know her much better before he could make his mind up on that one. For now she was certainly a beauty, and definitely a challenge. He brought their dancing to a slow stop and took her hand in his. "This music is soul destroying," he told her, really not enjoying the gentle classical notes flowing around the room. "We need drinks." He led Jovi away to find something that would make the night seem a little bit less mundane. _______________________ tag: Jovian Isobel Corrine Rowle and everyone! words: 242 outfit: Most eligible bachelor.notes: All I want for Christmassss is youuuuu! <3 [googlefont="Allura"] |
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Post by Rabastan Aramis Lestrange on Feb 27, 2019 12:47:53 GMT
Oh, Come, All Ye Pureblood It was all going so smoothly until Dorcas opened her mouth. That was usually how trouble started where Meadowes was concerned, and a swanky pureblood party was no exception. Rabby kind of wanted Lilith to pounce on Dorcas and start a cat fight. Dresses would rip, hair would be flying, shoes thrown, lipstick smeared. Hell. Yes. That would have made his night, and made Lilith a whole lot hotter in her husband's eyes - though he already thought he'd won the jackpot on that front. His mind was too fuzzy to come up with a quick response like he usually would have, and for the first time tonight, he chided himself for getting a bit drunk. If he'd had his wits about him he'd have sorted it out in one sentence. As it was, he just stood there listening, and then gawped as his wife turned on her glittering heel and walked off as though Dorcas wasn't even there. It took a second for it to register in his head, but once Lilith's reaction had fully sank in, Rabastan let out a loud snort of laughter. "You're lucky my wife is a bigger bitch than you," he said to Dorcas, glancing after Lilith and thinking it probably a good idea to follow her rather than stay behind and make small talk with the woman who had just pissed her off. "Keep your fucking mouth shut, Meadowes," he said, turning to Rodolphus as his finger pointed at Dorcas. "You better punish her good for that," he said, eyes flashing. It took a moment to realize what he'd said, and that Roddy punishing Dorcas would probably make for a bloody great night for both of them. He sighed and waved a hand in Dorcas' direction. "You're welcome." Rabastan turned and followed after Lilith, coming up at her side and looping his arm around her waist. "How did I get so lucky to have such a classy wife?" he asked, giving her what he knew was a dark and charming smile, though he doubted its power at the moment, since Lilith was likely raging on the inside. Let it out, he willed her. "I'm sorry you had to hear that," he added solemnly. He was actually sorry that she'd had to stand there and put up with a situation that made her skin crawl, or so he imagined. He hadn't intended for her night to be tainted like that, and he wanted to make up for it. _______________________ tag: Lilith A. C. Lestrange , Rodolphus Adalrich Lestrange , Dorcas Amilie Meadowes and everyone! outfit: Pureblood Prince.words: 449 notes: Merry Christmas! <3 [googlefont="Nothing You Could Do"] |
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Post by Rodolphus Adalrich Lestrange on Mar 2, 2019 4:34:16 GMT
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Rodolphus watched with a barely hidden delight as Dorcas purposefully instigated things with his new sister-in-law. He wasn’t worried about the content of her insinuations, per se, as he and Dorcas were merely shagging and possibly dating though nothing too serious that he would be offended by her hitting on another bloke, least of all his baby brother. That would certainly be a weird development if Rabastan started fucking his older brother’s whore, but certainly not the end of the world. Roddy would much have preferred Dorcas and Lilith to fuck but it appeared Dorcas was aiming for a different sort of attack on the witch. It was such a shame that Lilith was so disciplined, the exact opposite of Dorcas, and simply stormed off in a huff rather than leap at the small blonde and assault her. What a waste of a cat fight.
Laughing behind closed lips, Rod listened to his brother’s obligatory rant and suggestion that he punish his date for misbehaving. “Already planning on it, brother.” He gave Dorcas’ arse a firm smack as Rabby rushed off to soothe his new wife’s ruffled feathers. “That was smashing,” he said to his date. “Let’s see who you can piss off next.” Flagging down a nearby waiter to get another drink was perhaps not his smartest idea as he was already drunk enough that he thought parading the woman who’d murdered his wife around to purposely ruin his friends’ night was a good idea, but the waiter obliged and he was soon swigging large mouthfuls of scotch and guiding Dorcas around the ballroom looking for some more entertainment.
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Post by Lilith A. C. Lestrange on Mar 6, 2019 3:57:17 GMT
This evening was supposed to be a lovely event but Lilith couldn’t help but feel as though people were trying to step all over her. She wasn’t the sort to get bent out of shape over it all, no, no, that would not be becoming of a woman of her social status. Lilith had hoped to enjoy the evening and she had for parts of it. She and Rabastan had spent time with her parents and his, they’d mingled with a few of the older faces in the crowd before mixing with her sisters and brothers. That had been the lovely part of the evening, she enjoyed seeing her family and she didn’t spend nearly enough time with them. Lucian especially now that he was a husband and soon to be father. His bride was not handling pregnancy well, she looked all bloated and horrendous but Lilith had complimented her, something she only did for her brother’s sake. She loved Lucian greatly and there was not going to be any issues with his bride from her. Not to his face at least. She could of course make complaints to her sisters with regards to their new sister in law, although the pairs first wedding anniversary would soon be approaching.
The wonderful evening had peaked when Lilith had been mentioned in the brief speech by Adolph Lestrange, She was officially one of the Lestranges. Marriage was one thing but being accepted into a family was a whole other. Adolph could quite easily have not brought her to light at all, he could have quite easily just kept his guests happy by giving thanks for the presence but no, he had decided to go that step farther. It was a shame that the evening had taken a turn from there. Her husband was drunk, her brother in law drunk and a wretched human being that saw fit to bring a blood traitor to the party as his date and what was more, the filthy little witch dared to open her mouth and insinuate all manner of things about Lilith and Rabastan’s personal lives. She was out of place speaking about such things, far out of place and after Lilith had taken the high ground and simply walked away, she hoped her husband had said something to his brother and his inappropriate date. Rodolphus Lestrange was supposed to be respected. How in the Heavens was he going to keep the respect he had earned but having a murdering whore on his arm. Oh yes, everyone had heard about that. Her name may not have hit the headlines but everyone knew that Miss Meadowes had been the one to kill Rodolphus’ wife. How was someone such as that woman, so willing to walk around in front of these people at this kind of party? Lilith was not much a fan of Bellatrix, now her sisters, but for Merlin’s sake Narcissa was here tonight and both Rabastan and Rodolphus were supposed to be close friends with the man. How did they expect him to feel tonight? He would have to deal with his wife seeing her sister’s killer. It was most unsavoury and Lilith could not understand how such a circus was being allowed. There was the inability to say ‘no’ to your child and then there was whatever in the name of Merlin that the Lestranges had going on. They just could not nor would not say ‘no’ to their first born child. Well at least Lilith had had the sense to have Rabastan deal with the wedding invites with his brother, insisting that his whore plaything not be in attendance on their special day. Merlin only knew what sort of stunt she might have performed. Lilith knew for certain that she was pleased to have a filth-free day on her wedding.
Certain that the evening was positively ruined, Lilith continued walking in the hopes that she might find someone actually worth of talking to. Kingston and his wife Odette were not too far off and LIlith was rather fond of the pair. They were a beautiful couple and had adapted so well to their society. Kingston’s family had been nothing but common purebloods but then he had married Odette Lestrange and had made waves. He had married a Lestrange! It was strange to think that she was now related to those people yet at the same time it was rather lovely. Lilith liked the way that Odette held herself, the way she spoke was beautiful, both in French and English Odette was flawless and her accents just beautiful to listen to. They would be a lovely couple to talk with but before Lilith could so much as make eye contact with the happy couple, she felt a hand around her waist. She gasped a little and then looked to see her husband. He had decided to side with her - a wise move. Lilith straightened herself a little more as her husband complimented her. He was very lucky indeed to have a wife such as she. Wife. That was never going to grow old. “Such a vulgar creature,” She complained and then took a sip of her drink, “Why does he insist on making a scene by bringing her along?” Lilith wondered if he was just pushing his boundaries, trying to see what he could get away with. Miss Meadowes had not been sent away with her tail between her legs so clearly he could get away with anything he wanted. He had no limitations unlike the rest of them. Lilith doubted Rabastan could get away with as much as his brother, but then again she found comfort in knowing that Rabastan would never try to be so ridiculous as his brother. Her husband was a fine, upstanding man that she was grateful to be married to. There were all kind of unhappy unions out there, arranged marriages that were sadly not as beneficial as first thought, however her marriage to Rabastan was perfect thus far and soon enough they would fall pregnant with an heir for her husband while Rodolphus would still be the older brother that hung around with whores, had no wife, and only a daughter, no heir whatsoever.
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Post by Jovian Isobel Corrine Rowle on Mar 8, 2019 6:57:39 GMT
Jovi smirked a little and pursed her lips slightly as Fin claimed that 'Perfect' was actually his title. Uh-huh. Yeah right. "I'm sure you entirely believe that." she teased gently. At least she knew he wasn't some moron, he was witty and amusing, something she certainly wasn't used to in a guy that she had spun her around the dance floor. Fin wasn't the usual type of guy she'd go for. While he was rather quick, he wasn't exactly the build of her previous boyfriends and she wondered what his body was actually like. She liked big and strong and while Fin was certainly tall enough, he wasn't exactly as well built as her past boyfriends. All her previous boyfriends were big, bulky. They had the body of Beaters on a quidditch team and Fin was more wiry that that, but despite being smaller he still felt strong enough, as though he had at least some muscles under his shirt and Jovi was willing to see what he had on offer. Perhaps she'd take him off to one of the spare rooms and get him to undress for her. She wouldn't do anything, she wasn't a total tramp, but she could see what she was getting herself in for and if it was even worth it. She had her suspicions that his body was indeed worth it.
Fin suggested finding some drinks and Jovi could very well get behind that, "Or," She started, "We could make our way up the next floor, follow the corridor and take the third room on the left." She suggested with a smirk, fully behind getting Fin shirtless and seeing what he had on offer. If she could get him 100% naked then she'd certainly be impressed, and who knew, perhaps he was well endowed enough that she'd want to pounce him tonight, making herself a complete whore of a woman. If he was well endowed enough then she probably wouldn't care if she was being a completely trollop, or even if he was worth actually dating. That was if she could even get him to the room because he might not have been the type of bloke up for that kind of thing considering he was her cousin's best friend. Jovi had no idea what his loyalties to Dora were like, if he'd not hide away with her because he didn't want to come between her and Dora, for example. Jovi did hope he was willing to run off to a spare room with her though because beyond just checking out his body, she definitely wanted to spend some time gauging his snogging abilities. New Years Eve had been but one little snog, an unexpected one at that, and while he'd been just incredible, she felt she had a little to make up for. Being taken by surprise was never a good thing and Jovi had no idea just what exactly Fin thought of her snogging skills so what better time than tonight to see if they were really compatible in the snogging department.
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Post by Finley Charles Avery on Mar 8, 2019 10:14:17 GMT
Oh, Come, All Ye Pureblood If he wasn't already feeling... things, for Jovi, he certainly was when she suggested they sneak upstairs and find a room. He had no intentions of having sex with her tonight. None at all. Well, hardly any, but looking at that smirk on her face made it impossible to say no. "What, do you need a nap?" he teased with a grin, giving her his arm. It was a risky move, sneaking off to one of the bedrooms with someone you hadn't arrived with, in your friends parents home, with everybody who was anybody watching you. Fin kept his head high, Jovi's arm linked through his as they made their way through the room towards the stairs. Nothing to see here. Just two beautiful people having a walk around a beautiful home. It was all very convincing. He even managed to snatch an entire bottle of wine from the bar as they passed, tucking it under his jacket out of sight, and engaging Jovi in conversation the whole time, purely for show. They reached the second floor without being stopped by anyone, and Fin swung the door open to the room she had suggested, finding a rather plush bedroom inside. He'd half expected it to be Aurora's play room or something else ridiculous, but no. He closed the door quietly behind them and pulled the bottle of wine out, a naughty look on his handsome face. _______________________ tag: Jovian Isobel Corrine Rowle and everyone! words: 269 outfit: Most eligible bachelor.notes: All I want for Christmassss is youuuuu! <3 [googlefont="Allura"] |
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Post by Narcissa Astrid Malfoy on Mar 9, 2019 21:29:17 GMT
 I offer love and loyalty I expect the same in return
Narcissa liked Dora well enough. She was a few years younger than the blonde, and Cissa felt she could have presented herself in a more dignified manner all around but, overall, she was a nice witch. She’d gone through a lot in her young life, and of course Narcissa knew all about the tawdry details of her parents’ scandal – embezzling their clients’ money to furnish what was assumed to be a luxurious life, then getting found out and kidnapped by one of the men they’d screwed over. It was a wretched thing the Parkinsons had done, but to be punished by a vigilante that kidnapped them, starved them, and eventually murdered the patriarch of the family – the mastermind behind the whole scandal, was not a dignified sort of justice, nor an end to a life. Narcissa had distanced herself in that time from the brunette but while the scandal has yet to be forgotten, time moves forward, and she’s no longer concerned with making a poor appearance for herself if she were to socialize with the girl.
Dora spoke of the band, namely that she wasn’t enthused about this year’s choice of entertainment as she had been in previous years. Narcissa disagreed. The Hook was all well and good, but this was a posh affair and she didn’t find the rock and roll band to be a suitable accoutrement. No doubt Rodolphus had had something to do with the unconventional entertainment choice those years, but thankfully Ceres Lestrange must have realized that her first born son had completely lost the plot and not allowed him to have much of a hand in the planning of tonight’s event. She wondered what Rodolphus’ parents thought of their son bringing a murderous tart to their soiree, and she even allowed her eyes to drift over to where she could see Rod, the bitch who killed her sister, Rabby, and Lilith Lestrange all chatting. Or, more accurately, where they had been chatting. Lilith looked none too pleased as she left the little group and Rabastan was looking properly annoyed as well. Narcissa smiled a little, knowing that she wasn’t the only one displeased with that harlot’s presence this evening and returned her attention to Dora and her husband in attempt to disguise her loathing thoughts. “Oh, I think you would have been outshone this year regardless but I do think they’re touring at the moment anyhow so perhaps you can throw yourself at him at one of their shows.”
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Post by Rabastan Aramis Lestrange on Mar 25, 2019 16:35:53 GMT
Oh, Come, All Ye Pureblood Rabastan didn't have an answer for Lilith. He didn't know why Rodolphus marched to the beat of his own arrogant drum and made his own rules up, it was just the way things had always been, and nobody ever questioned him much. People were so used to letting him literally get away with murder, that it had just become normal, expected, even. And Dorcas wasn't so bad. Yes, she had been branded as a blood traitor some time ago, but honestly, she couldn't be tarred with that brush these days. People were capable of change, and she had changed enough to join the Dark Lord's ranks, though he couldn't tell Lilith that. Maybe if she did know she would think differently of Dorcas, though he doubted she could change her mind so easily. The best he could do was try and distract her and keep the two women apart, which would be difficult if they were to all be family one day. With the way Roddy and Dorcas were heading, Rabastan had no doubts that she would one day be his sister-in-law, and he liked the thought of that. If only Lilith could come around. "Because he's an attention whore," Rabby answered, alcohol refusing to keep him from using questionable language around a lady. "So stop giving him yours, and give it to me, instead," he said, with another charming smile and an arm around her waist. He probably wasn't getting her attention tonight, not after Meadowes, and him getting kind of drunk on their first outing as husband and wife. _______________________ tag: Lilith A. C. Lestrange and everyone! outfit: Pureblood Prince.words: 291 notes: Merry Christmas! <3 [googlefont="Nothing You Could Do"] |
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