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riddlelog2017-12-16 07:44 am
malificence) wrote in riddlelog2017-12-16 07:44 am
in the bleak midwinter, frosty winds made moan
Who: Lucius Malfoy and Bellatrix Black
Where: Castle Malfoy, Orkney Islands
When: December 6, 1980
What: Midwinter holidays away fromthe suspicious eyes of the deviant populace the line of fire their very demanding jobs at the Ministry.
He'd quietly hatched this plan a month before, when Rodolphus had decided to mark his birthday with the end of his engagement to Bellatrix - because, as faux as the relationship had been, it had offered a shield. For Rodolphus and Bella, a shield from parents who were determined to see their lines continued through their children. For Lucius, and really few would have even thought of the Black-Lestrange union offering anything to a young man outside that relationship, it had made it easy to explain away any closeness to either Rodolphus or Bellatrix as merely friendship. They were engaged, after all. Druella Black had been planning the wedding for a full decade, and no doubt had her eyes on Lucius for Andromeda, before she'd run off with the Mudblood.
With the engagement over, however, there was a pretense at distance required, and while neither he nor Bella would admit as much, that was a bit more...difficult than one would expect. He likes to blame it on the ritual they'd performed Samhain night, the one he'd picked to get his unruly visions in line, and it was true it had involved the sacrifice of three Mudblood girls and complex and intense magics. But truthfully, he and Bella are very close and have been since he'd returned from his little European tour. It's not only magic that has them wanting some time with each other. But they can pretend it is.
His expression is dry as he pins an elaborate malachite and silver pin to the inside of Bella's robe after she's locked the doors of her official house behind her. "Keeps the maledictions at bay," he tells her. "My grandmother was most fond of magical jewelry of this sort." And his grandfather had been secretive and reclusive in his latter years, after his Irish pureblooded witch had passed - hence the use of his late wife's jewelry as the keys to the castle, so to speak.
"Cornelius Clagg affirmed I am, apparently, no longer a suspect. I assume Elektra did the same with you, darling?" The whole thing was...well. Less ridiculous than it seemed, even if Clagg had thought his senior and Lucius' former classmate had been punishing him for something by making him interview Lucius, Amycus Carrow, and - and this was probably the worst of it - Rabastan Lestrange.
Where: Castle Malfoy, Orkney Islands
When: December 6, 1980
What: Midwinter holidays away from
He'd quietly hatched this plan a month before, when Rodolphus had decided to mark his birthday with the end of his engagement to Bellatrix - because, as faux as the relationship had been, it had offered a shield. For Rodolphus and Bella, a shield from parents who were determined to see their lines continued through their children. For Lucius, and really few would have even thought of the Black-Lestrange union offering anything to a young man outside that relationship, it had made it easy to explain away any closeness to either Rodolphus or Bellatrix as merely friendship. They were engaged, after all. Druella Black had been planning the wedding for a full decade, and no doubt had her eyes on Lucius for Andromeda, before she'd run off with the Mudblood.
With the engagement over, however, there was a pretense at distance required, and while neither he nor Bella would admit as much, that was a bit more...difficult than one would expect. He likes to blame it on the ritual they'd performed Samhain night, the one he'd picked to get his unruly visions in line, and it was true it had involved the sacrifice of three Mudblood girls and complex and intense magics. But truthfully, he and Bella are very close and have been since he'd returned from his little European tour. It's not only magic that has them wanting some time with each other. But they can pretend it is.
His expression is dry as he pins an elaborate malachite and silver pin to the inside of Bella's robe after she's locked the doors of her official house behind her. "Keeps the maledictions at bay," he tells her. "My grandmother was most fond of magical jewelry of this sort." And his grandfather had been secretive and reclusive in his latter years, after his Irish pureblooded witch had passed - hence the use of his late wife's jewelry as the keys to the castle, so to speak.
"Cornelius Clagg affirmed I am, apparently, no longer a suspect. I assume Elektra did the same with you, darling?" The whole thing was...well. Less ridiculous than it seemed, even if Clagg had thought his senior and Lucius' former classmate had been punishing him for something by making him interview Lucius, Amycus Carrow, and - and this was probably the worst of it - Rabastan Lestrange.
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Better discuss this than comment favourably on family jewelry, because what better to ignore than one of the things that provides the most damning, physical evidence of their changing relationship? When she had needed to acquire a ring to cement her false engagement, he hadn't opened a vault at Malfoy Manor, but taken her to a jeweller instead. It's the way they are, all of them, with their precious heirlooms, even if they're practically drowning in them, even if they're passing them around in circles anyway. Of course, that line of thought is convenient now that she, uncharacteristically for a workaholic like herself, agreed on a vacation to Castle Malfoy. It's all just curiosity about this lesser known, no doubt impressive, preciously magical property of his family. She can pretend. She can pretend she would have said no to the suggestion if it had been the manor in Cornwall.
She takes the arm he offers her –– yet another thing largely unthinkable coming from Bellatrix Black and her preference for physical distance. They could use floo powder. She could demand, and certainly has done so with others, enough information about the castle to apparate there by herself. She could, if she wanted to, limit the physical to only whatever leads to release.
She doesn't, though. Can't quite manage it, as their attempts at a more distanced public appearance in the past few weeks has shown. Or perhaps she could, and she is just very, very unwilling to.
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