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Lilith ran her fingers delicately over the boomslang skin, barely touching it at all. It had a lot of properties that weren't well known, darker properties that could very well one day cause the skin to become listed on the restricted register. As for now it was safe. Uncommon but purchasable without the government breathing down your neck. Not that Lucian would let the government set foot near his younger sisters, he was rather protective of them, even little Lysander and as much as it could be a bother at times, Lilith felt rather protective of her older brother at times. "Nefarious?" She repeated, looking away from the skin and back to her brother, her hand coming to rest at her side, leaving the boomslang skin where it rested. "Perhaps." She smirked a little but held her head high, keeping herself dignified at all times was an absolute must. "Without your support? Why Lucian, I know you support all my endeavours." She smiled sweetly to her brother, "But today I'm just browsing. The green of the male boomslang just happened to catch my eye. I am a girl that likes pretty things after all." She was actually much more than that, even if it wasn't well known. Men of high society didn't much care for women with minds of their own, although there were a few exceptions that came along that did care about what was in the head of their wives or betrothed.

"Come on now, brother." She said, slipping her arm through his and holding on to him lightly. "This lighting is awful for my complexion. You really should do something about it for me." To anyone passing by it may have sounded to them that Lilith was being quite serious in the matter but indeed she was joking. It could be somewhat frowned upon in certain circles for women to crack wise, to make some kind of joke or speak in a sarcastic manner. Lilith had all those lessons drummed into her from such an early age but she was able to be more of herself around her sisters and brothers. Her sarcastic nature was rarely heard by anyone but them, perhaps the only exceptions being Julian and Rabastan. Even her parents she was a little guarded around. There was no one that she felt she could fully be herself with but it was probably for the best to be a little guarded at all times in this age.

Tag: Lucian Angelus Marcel Burke
Words: 412
Notes: <3
Outfit: Expensive Tastes!

Go shopping, without her? Had they not done that in the past? Were her sisters so incredibly co-dependant that in all their years as fully grown adults with freedom at their very finger tips they'd never gone shopping without her? She found that incredibly hard to believe. Her sister had to be playing, trying to mess with her for some reason but she honestly couldn't think why Lyra would think that would mess with her or why she would even want to play at such petty games. Lilith wasn't really in the mood for stupid little antics and if that was the way her sister was feeling this afternoon then she and Livvi were welcome to go shopping with one another, Lilith was more than capable of enjoying her own company without the need of depending on another for social interactions, "Oh Lyra, always the entertainer of the family." She smiled at her sister. She did love her, very much, but Lilith wasn't the type to coddle anyone, "You are allowed a day off with your sisters, you know." Not that Lyra would ever stop, it was in her nature to just crave attention. Classic middle child with classic middle child issues.

"Well if I'd have known you weren't going back to the office I would have give you a little present this afternoon. As it happens I've left it on your desk, a rather exciting photoshoot with a certain hunky quidditch team." Lilith smirked coyly. The main players, the ones Liv would be focused on, were entirely all pureblooded and promoted this year by Pur Magazine itself. They were doing exceptionally well and a couple of the players were even being looked at by the English national team. Seven divine men and they were all Liv's to do as she pleased. Any pose that popped into her naughty little mind could go without saying. Lilith was certain her sister would behave in quite the professional manner and once she was off the clock she'd enjoy herself in a less than profession manner. Rumour had it that Tersha Knight, tacky little writer with a lot of potential for the Daily Prophet had an interview this month with the divine Phillipe Laroux, French quidditch star on the rise, due to arrive in the country any day now and there was only one thing that would beat that - hunky British players. Plural. Nothing boosted magazine sales like a little bit of competitive patriotism. The Daily Prophet would look simply traitorous compared to Pur.

Lilith held back an amused smile, Liv was always entertaining though she never meant to be, Lyra was always the one that tried. "Well, so long as you promise I suppose we could head to Fifth Element for a look at a few dresses and perhaps on to Whipford's. They got their new looks in this week and rumour has it Christian De Voile has even created his own exclusives to Whipford's!" Lilith smiled excitedly, eyes lighting up. Shopping with her sisters would be fun but then everything she did with her sisters was rather enjoyable. She loved Liv's work and she admired Lyra's performances very much. She didn't have to have direct involvement to enjoy her sisters presence. The passion they put into their work and their drive to succeed and be the best made Lilith proud beyond words. Still no matter how much she loved her sisters and was proud of them, she began heading in the direction of Fifth Element, a place with high end evening gowns but unless it was one of a kind, Lilith wouldn't be buying and she wouldn't be buying without having her sisters approval first. She trusted them to tell her if she looked like a stretched giraffe or a pregnant whale, though they were often more subtle in their criticisms than that. Mostly.

Tag: Lyra Ophelia Genevieve Burke and Livia Eleanor Grace Burke
Words: 643
Notes: <3 Sisters!
Outfit: Blue Beauty

Oh for Merlin's sakes, were her sisters purposefully trying to embarrass her? Did they realise she had a reputation to uphold? They were fine. They could do as they pleased, marry whoever they wanted within reason and so long as mother and father didn't get an offer on the pair they were basically free as a bird but no, today was a day of torture apparently. Liv with her banging and what Lilith could only assume was some kind of horrific snort and Lyra, appearing out of nowhere with the brightest bloody pink top on, peeking through her coat so that absolutely no one in the whole sodding world could possibly have a chance of missing her now. Lil adored her baby sisters but honestly, it was like neither of them had the slightest clue what to do in public sometimes. "Happy coincidence." She smiled at her sister, leaning in and offering a cheek to kiss, or more bump against. Lilith wasn't a kisser, she just didn't do it and no one ever called her out on it, instead she pouted a little, grazed her cheek close, but never touching, to whoever's and then allowed them to either do the same or side kiss her cheek lightly. Though a tad hypocritical she did take note of those that did not make that little kissy noise and mentally marked them as complete bitches that thought they were better than her, well they weren't and they especially wouldn't be once she became a Lestrange. Her sisters however did get a little more than most and Ly-Ly got the little kissy noise but only because Lilith loved her.

Livvi was bounding before them in no time but Lilith kept her composure. "Honestly, what has happened to make my sisters so obscenely paranoid?" She asked and just as she had done with Lyra, Lilith leant forward and made little kissy lips and a little kissy sound as Liv grazed against her cheek. "Inside there?" Lilith questioned looking to the shop and then back to Liv as though her sister might have been joking, which of course she was not, "The place where you have just caused a scene?" She let out a sigh, "I'd rather marry a half-blood." She said, scrunching her nose up. "I was just on my way shopping for a new dress, work was boring me so I left for the day." And she had that luxury unlike the two of her sisters, "Didn't you have the Larson shoot this afternoon?" She asked Liv, she'd thought her youngest sister was going to be kept busy all day but she wasn't exactly well known for keeping track of Liv's schedule, she didn't even have a schedule of her own that she kept to so why would she bother learning anyone else's? Larson just seemed familiar for the day but perhaps it was tomorrow, or perhaps even yesterday. There was even the possibility that it was cancelled until a later date, who even knew beside Liv, Larson and his publicist?

Tag: Lyra Ophelia Genevieve Burke and Livia Eleanor Grace Burke
Words: 507
Notes: <3 Sisters!
Outfit: Blue Beauty

With a flourish of her wand the quill under her control scrawled her signature at an angle cross the bottom of a piece of parchment sitting on her desk. The benefit of being a writer for a private magazine was she could take her work wherever she chose and take an afternoon off here and there as she pleased. Lilith enjoyed her life of luxury, she had a job that fit around her own schedule. Lyra was always at someone else command, if she didn’t obey she was fired and if she was fired for being a diva no one would use her for work again. Liv had to go where she was needed when she was needed or again, she’d be fired. All Lilith had to do was submit whatever the hell she wanted to the Editor by the end of Wednesday afternoon and they’d make it work. Of course it was time consuming but Lilith preferred to do her work in the comfort of her home. Her office was nearly entirely decretive. A picture of her family, a picture of her fiancé, pictures of her winning her various awards and decorative writing sets. All her practical stuff sat away in her draws, only ever out when needed, such as now.

With another wave of her wand and then a flick, Lilith’s quill and ink put itself away in her top draw. Her coat few over and hovered behind her. Delicately she slipped her left hand in, switched her wand to her other hand and then slipped her right hand in. Gently she adjusted the collar of the coat to fit more snuggly and then proceeded to pull the cashmere wool coat over the snug fitting blue dress she wore today. The dress and the coat both hugged against her hour-glass figure, making sure she retained a silhouette of her hard worked for body. She had no plans for this afternoon but there was never anything wrong with a spot of shopping. Diagon Alley was a popular spot but Lilith felt like something a little different. She fancied a higher end brand of shopping, as she usually did, and so Whimsic Alley was on her list of places to visit. Cute little shops, betters bars and restaurants. Her mind was already made up. She was going to head to Whimsic Alley.

Grabbing the parchment that lay still upon her desk, the tall blonde headed for the exit of her office. As she exited the room her office door shut behind her, lock clicking into the place and the lights dimming until they were out. She walked across the floor, workers busy working and she landed the parchment onto Liv's in-pile, knowing she'd be pleased with this particular job but she wasn't giving her sister any clues, just an address, a name, and a time, the note telling her to prepare for all environments, not that it had to be specified, Liv was always prepared from everything and anything. Even if she wasn't Lilith's sister, Lilith would still have preferred working with Liv purely because she was the best in the office and Lilith found her easy to get on with in a work capacity. Home life she could be a little much from time to time but Lilith still adored her youngest sister and her spirit.

Lilith was out of the constricting building before she knew it. She hated to admit it but she rather had some similarities with her youngest sister. Liv was openly a free bird but Lilith put up with the confines of a building and often. There was plenty she'd rather be doing, horse riding was the one that sprung to mind in the moment, but she'd worked and now she was going to surround herself with more buildings. She was going to shop and she was going to buy herself plenty of beautiful things, have them sent to her home and then indulge in a light, late lunch before heading home, dressing in something elegant and having an evening with her fiancé some place lavish that charged far more than it ought to. For now she was disapparting to Whimisc Alley, brushing the outside of her coat off as she looked up and down the alley from the apparation point she'd appeared at, noting how much better off these people looked. Of course when the sun set there were a few gentleman bars in the vicinity but during the day, Lilith thought as she stepped out into the crowd, it was certainly a better place to shop.

Tag: Livia Eleanor Grace Burke
Words: 767
Notes: <3
Outfit: Blue Beauty