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Lilith almost broke out in a genuine smile. Almost. She was well versed at keeping the type of expression she needed for a situation but Rabastan was a rather entertaining sort. She'd spent a bit of time getting to know him, they were engaged after all and she'd been growing up with him for her whole life. It didn't mean they were close but before they were engaged they'd certainly spoken before and knew of one another. He was quite handsome, better looking than his brother so she was lucky with that regards. His brother also had a habit of sleeping around. Lilith wasn't sure if Rabastan would share that particular family trait with his brother but she hoped not, or if he did that he'd at least keep himself to a decent class of woman. She wasn't sure who Rodolphus spent his evenings and nights with but she'd found herself both pleasuring him and being pleasure by him. She may have been wanting to save herself completely for her husband but she wasn't a complete angel, a girl needed a little fun here and there and there was just something so tantalising about an office affair. Of course that was before she was engaged to Rabastan. Had she known then that she would be betrothed to the younger Lestrange she most certainly would not have enjoyed Rodolphus' advances as much and they would not have gone further. She liked to think that Rodolphus was at least a slightly honourable gentleman and, if he had known that she would be his future sister in law, that he would not have made any such advances.

As she was trained to be, Lilith was a perfect companion. She followed Rabastan, effortlessly following his every little non-verbal command as he guided her through the house and to where they were seated. Rodolphus was there having parted ways with Evie Nott, someone Lilith hadn't really expected to see here but then again she had the chance to cling off of a Lestrange so what else should Lilith have expected? Clementine had wormed her way into the Burke family somehow, something Lilith was most displeased about, but if she had to be related to the despicable Nott family through the Lestrange side as well ... well she'd just have to kill someone. Instead of allowing these thoughts to cross her face and give her away, she smiled politely at her future brother in law with the warmth that she offered only to family and, these days, family to be. "Evening Rodolphus, you look dashing." She smiled, knowing he would have all sorts of women hanging off of him now that he was getting divorced. Evie would only be the start, although he had planted the idea of her walking down the aisle to meet him instead of Rabastan. He was the older sibling, and heir, but Rodolphus was not as attractive as Rabastan and she was already engaged to the younger Lestrange. It wouldn't do well to change brothers, not that she would have any choice in the matter, it was just a silly little thought passing by.

Lilith was seated and she took in the sight of those at the table around them. A glance up the table first, she wasn't far from the Minister at the head of the table and those opposite were somewhat acceptable. That Vienna woman was directly opposite and Lilith wasn't a fan, not even the slightest. She was an unknown and yet, somehow, she'd managed to claw her way into a highly respectable pureblood family. One of the Sacred 28. Lilith was a blood snob, even amongst the Sacred 28. There were a few in there that weren't up to the name. Parkinsons, Blacks, Weasleys, Bones. There were a few. The Notts too, Lilith disliked how they were so chummy with just about everyone, they were close to blood traitors in her mind. Further down a familiar face caught her eye and she lingered on him a little while. A couple of people beyond her cousin, well second cousin, Fin, was Julian. A face she'd not seen in a while. She didn't even notice, as she lingered on him for a moment, that he was with someone. Instead she averted her gaze back across the table and made small talk with the Rosiers, knowing Rabastan would make the evening far better later.

Tag: Rabastan Aramis Lestrange
Words: 733
Notes: <3
Outfit: Your Queen is here

Lilith paid no attention to what her sisters were picking up or looking at as they went around the room. She could almost have rolled her eyes at the insinuation that she wasn't ready fro the wedding. She had ideas, she was just waiting for perfection and while Lilith doubted she'd find it in a shop there was always the chance she could be pleasantly surprised. Of course if she found nothing she'd have dresses made. A seamstress pricking at her sisters thighs was rather amusing to Lilith but she'd never say that out loud. She loved her sisters but a little pain here and there was rather amusing, especially when it wasn't anything serious. Lilith didn't think of herself as sadistic but there were just some things that were funny regardless of your sense of humour. "The dresses will be arranged and sorted in no time. You'll both look absolutely stunning." She assured them, of course they would both already know she wouldn't do anything to make either of them look anything less than the perfection they were. She was going to have a beautiful bridal party and she was going to be the most stunning bride imaginable. Ever wedding that ever was and ever would be would forever be compared to hers and none of them would ever match up.

Lilith laughed as Liv asked about her little dog. Lilith didn't really have anything against the animal really but a wedding was not the place for animals. At least not that sort. Unicorns and doves, of course! Dogs? No. They weren't blind, they didn't need any kind of animal assistance and what if the thing started squatting everywhere, leaving yellow snow? Lilith was going to have snow for her wedding and none of it would be yellow. Liv's question wouldn't get a verbal answer from Lilith, instead she circled about the shop looking for dresses, handing them over to the assistant so she could carry on looking while she thought over ideas for her wedding though really she was rather looking forward to getting home and going for a horse ride. Shopping with her sisters was wonderful but it had been a while since she'd galloped across the grounds of Oleander Grove and she was starting to ache for that sort of solitary freedom that could only be found racing through trees and over lush green fields, kicking up soft mud as they went and finishing off with a hot bubble bath and glass of wine, reading a good book until she began to prune a little.

Tag: Lyra Ophelia Genevieve Burke and Livia Eleanor Grace Burke
Words: 429
Notes: <3
Outfit: Blue Beauty

An almost smile flashed over Lilith’s lips as Rabastan suggested seeing how not lovely the ballroom was. She wasn’t going to publicly approve of such a comment but her eyes shifted to her fiancé and she was entertained by his wit. Luckily no one was paying close enough attention to be able to read lips or hear the pair of them but Lilith was quite certain that Rabastan would be quite right, the inside of this home, if you could even call it that, would just be a let down. Still it would impress the sheep that were unaware of what fine taste was. This whole ‘Minister of the People’ act was wearing thin already on Lilith’s patience and while this may have been the Minister’s first ever spring Gala, Lilith had no intentions of attending another, or any other kind of gala this minister threw together. It was dull so far and the evening had only just begun, there was no direction for the evening to go but down.

The two entered the ballroom, Lilith on Rabastan’s arm, letting him take the lead as she was raised to do. There were plenty of people dancing and the music was acceptable to Lilith. Her fiancé spun her and pulled her back again into an intimate yet formal dancing hold, something entirely suitable and expected of an engaged couple, she felt. “Such a splendid idea, Rabastan.” She smiled. It was of course an awful idea and she didn't take Rabastan seriously in the slightest. Hiring this place for their wedding was the biggest joke of the night. It was large but it was a drab yet it still wouldn’t even fit all of their guests. The Burke-Lestrange wedding was to be the biggest the wizarding world would ever see. They would have the most notable people in all the wizarding world wishing them well. Minister Galanis, if she was still Minister come the time of their wedding, would of course be invited and expected to show, if she decided not to then Lilith would make sure there was a good reason for such an absence. “Let's invite everyone here tonight, such a wonderful evening to recreate." She did not mean that in the slightest and the subtle change in her tone portrayed that. Rabastan may not have been quite used to her extremely dry sarcasm but it was something she was certain he'd grow to recognise the more they got to know one another, if not then this marriage was going to be best spent apart. She rather liked Rabastan though so she hoped he'd catch on, or she supposed she could become a little more obvious. Looking to her right there were mudbloods dancing among them but she took a breath and looked back to Rabastan, knowing this evening wouldn't last forever.

Tag: Rabastan Aramis Lestrange
Words: 478
Notes: <3
Outfit: Your Queen is here

Lilith Readied herself for her evening with her fiancé. It was lovely to be engaged to someone like Rabastan although she would most certainly have liked to have fallen in love before an arranged marriage was set. It hadn't happened and there was no shame in that, the right person just didn't cross her path and the suitor she now had was quite possibly the best she could have hoped for with what was available in the wizarding world. Rodolphus clearly would have been the absolute top prize but he knew it. He had been married for a while, he had a single daughter and no sign of an heir, not even a gentle whisper on the breeze. He was unfaithful, which Lilith knew first hand having been between his legs beneath his desk, and she was willing to bet all that she had that he'd done more than what the two of them had done and with more women than she'd even have a chance at contemplating. That was the draw back to Rodolphus, but once he inherited everything in the Lestrange fortune, he would be the richest wizard anyone could possibly know, and that made for the infidelity.

Lucius Malfoy would have been another superb match, however his inability to create and heir with his wife was troublesome for the couple. Undoubtedly it worried Lucius' father also. Lucius was the only heir to the Malfoy fame, fortune, and influence, to lose that would be horrendous. Secretly it delighted Lilith. There were a few other attractive and wealthy first borns but they were all married, some lucky enough to have found love but of all the second born sons Rabastan was by far the best option, he was even better than quite a few first borns. There was a hierarchy in the world and a second born Lestrange son would trump the vast majority of all other males. Lilith was just lucky that he too had been single when her parents were looking for a suitor for her and she tried not to think about his own faithfulness. Lilith was remaining faithful to Rabastan, she kept herself pure enough unlike many others and she intended to not lay a hand on another male. For now. There was no telling what Rabastan would be like as a husband or how he would treat her. If she felt neglected then obviously her needs would have to be met elsewhere but she was remaining optimistic about he future husband.

Mitzteig knocked at Lilith's door and Lilith stood, knowing it was time to graciously greet her fiancé. She felt the strange sensation of butterflies take hold of her stomach as she always did around Rabastan, at least as soon as he was named her betrothed. It was a strange sensation and one that couldn't possibly be comprehended by those not having been in the same situation. She was excited and nervous all at the same time, Rabastan was nothing but a gentleman and amusing in all the right ways too, but it was still a man she was destined to marry without having picked him herself and as she walked the halls and descended the stairs, she wondered if Rabastan felt anything when he thought of her. She suspected not. Men were far more visual creatures and hopefully, in the dress she'd picked for this evening, he would be feeling all sorts of things about her. She only hoped he wouldn't take his needs and urges elsewhere but they were not married yet, they were not in love and the only promises to one another really was to be wed so if he was one to indulge in the bodies of other women, Lilith knew she shouldn't take it personally. Of course she still wanted to slaughter any woman alive that had touched Rabastan, but that would be most unbecoming of a woman and far too territorial and possessive two things she did not want to be.

The house elf mentioned something about Rabastan being in the lounge and that was the way that Lilith headed. Her home looked perfect, Mitzteig had the place looking positively spotless and gleaming. This home was very much her palace and Lilith was proud of it. There were still rooms here and there she was working on - or paying people to work on - and she would have this home absolutely perfect before she was married. She and Rabastan hadn't yet had the talk of where they would live but obviously there was no competition. This home was perfection, or at least it would be by the time she was done with it. They could happily raise their sons in this home and they'd be a perfect family. Two sons and a daughter. That would be most ideal to Lilith. As she stepped in to the lounge she saw Rabastan sitting and she began walking towards him, "Rabastan," she smiled a well practiced smile, not because she wasn't happy at his presence, she was indeed most pleased to see Rabastan, it was just a practiced smile as she knew how her face was looking with this smile, all her smiles in fact and this was very nearly her warmest, she didn't want to embarrass herself by seeming rude to Rabastan and she didn't want to insinuate in any way that she was the clingy sort. It was a fine line and one she'd been taught to walk in high heels, tight clothes and perfect posture.

Tag: Rabastan Aramis Lestrange
Words: 917
Notes: <3 Whoda thunk it?!
Outfit: Grandma stylez

Walking past the house elf and in to the shop Lilith looked at what was on display a little closer. She still wasn't ready to settle on dresses for her sisters because the right design simply hadn't caught her eye yet. She was not a designer, she could design a dress but perhaps Lyra would be able to. She was in to the more manual labour side of things, working in show business and needing her dresses made for her, she dealt with all this sort of thing far more often than she or Livvi. Lilith only had dresses fitted or designed when there was something worth while that required the absolute best fashion to show off. Lyra needed multiple dresses for multiple shows usually all created from scratch for her. Lilith was really re-thinking this whole wedding dress idea and contemplating getting the absolute best fashion designer around to do her dress and something for her sisters. Though she rather loved the dress she'd picked out and if they'd adjusted it properly then it would fit perfectly. Snug in all the right places, accentuate her natural born gifts and make the whole world jealous. The women jealous of her body and the men jealous of Rabastan for getting to marry such a beauty. Her blonde against his darker features would look incredible amongst the snow and bare trees and there would be snow, even if she had to kill someone for it.

"Something that makes you both look hideous and, by comparison, makes me look even more stunning. I'm thinking something horrendous in lime." She said casually, no hint of her humour in the slightest but she was of course teasing the pair of them. She wouldn't have her sisters looking so disgusting at her wedding. In fact her friends that weren't in either wedding party would be on duty to make sure everyone looked good. Anyone that looked remotely disgusting would be told to go change or they'd miss the wedding and all the frivolities after. "Yes, we'll have someone take some polyjuice potion with a lobe of your ear in it so we can tell who's who. You can sneak around taking pictures while some homeless stranger poses as you in my wedding party for a hell of a lot of money." She said, looking to Livvi, giving a clearly sarcastic look at her youngest sister. Honestly, there was no way she'd ever allow her sister to duck out of her role as bridesmaid in order to take photographs. "The photographer we've hired is one of the very best. Some overachieving, malnourished Russian teen or something." Lilith had no idea. The photographs looked incredible and while the travelling teen was but a teen, they were hard to employ but their works went for hundreds of thousands. Lilith explored the shop, the shop assistant coming out with a tray of champaign for the party of three and setting it down on a large round table surrounded by seats near the changing rooms for family to sit and judge what their family and friends wore out of the changing rooms. "Good morning ladies!" The shop assistant spoke too cheerily. Lilith smiled politely and turned away from the shop assistant, looking towards a mannequin with a flowing winter-spring dress, light and breezy but long sleeved and long skirted. Was that even the right word? The combination of white and blue was rather refreshing but she passed it by, "Can I help you with anything?" She asked, eagerly. Lilith was indecisive. She just fancied a browse but ordering people around was rather fun.

Tag: Lyra Ophelia Genevieve Burke and Livia Eleanor Grace Burke
Words: 602
Notes: <3 Sisters!
Outfit: Blue Beauty

Lilith gave a single nod to Liv. She rarely kidded around when it came to work but she was happy to see her sisters joy. It had taken a bit of effort to organise everything and because plans were so fragile with the risk of falling through they had to keep absolutely everything hush-hush from the rest of the staff so there'd be no leaks but it was so close now and everything was set in stone that a few more people could be let in on the secret, and with such a big shoot there was only one person Lilith could realistically recommend for the job and it wasn't just because Liv was her sister, it was because she was the best photographer they had at the magazine and just the best photographer Lilith had ever encountered. Knight would get plenty of pictures for her little article of that French dream-boat but they'd all be low quality in a low quality, black and sepia newspaper, whereas Liv would have pictures she'd taken of one of the best teams in the world in all it's glory in the glossy pages of Pur Magazine. Tersha was a good writer, she drew in good readership with her blunt advice column where she said what everyone was thinking but lacked the guts to say. They could use her at Pur. She had an edge that no one else in the industry would dare have and she was respectably pureblooded too.

Lyra made a comment that gave Lilith the impression her sisters were going to be far from proper this afternoon and she was right. Liv made an effort to link up like she was still in school, spending time with her mates rather than her sisters but Lilith reminded herself that her younger sister was still quite young, she'd not been graduated for very long and Liv was bound to still have a few of her old habits kicking around so Lilith walked with her sisters, all connected until they got to Fifth Element. The large glass doors opened for the girls and Lilith walked in first, taking off her scarf and holding it out for someone, anyone to take. She let it go, a house elf catching the thing and she unbuttoned her coat, looking about the store, excited to start a little retail therapy with her sisters. It was a good way to enjoy her day and perhaps the pair would even have a little input on their bridesmaid dresses for later in the year when she married Rabastan. It seemed so far off right now but she knew between work and wedding preparations that the time would just fly by, but first they had Lucian's wedding to get through. It would be a wonderful and beautiful affair, it was just a shame about the bride and her family. At least they were one of the few worthy sacred families she supposed.

Tag: Lyra Ophelia Genevieve Burke and Livia Eleanor Grace Burke
Words: 491
Notes: <3 Sisters!
Outfit: Blue Beauty