Drinking, brooding *open* « Thread Started on Jan 22, 2007, 7:48pm »
Bellatrix Lestrange entered the bar that evening with a smirk of triumph. She had broken free of her small cell in Azkaban, which was easy to do now that the dementors were on her Lord's side. Yes, by morning Bella would be a wanted woman, and that thought pleased her greatly. Let them come looking, it would be fun to get used to performing avada kedavra again. Oh, she had missed that very much. But now she was free, and the first thing she was going to do was have a nice drink. And then? Then she would find the others. After that, the wizarding world was going to be punished.
She strode into the bar, head held high and wand tucked securely in the belt of his robes. She saw the look of horror on the faces of the people that recognized her, but she knew she had nothing to worry about. The people that came to drink in this bar were scum, scum that could be easily dealt with. She sneered down at them, her slightly pointed teeth glistening in the dusky light of the bar. The people looked away, hiding behind their drinks.
Bella ordered a firewhisky and sat at the bar, placing her dragonhyde boots on the stool next to her, happily enjoying her drink. Bellatrix sat at the bar for a moment, poised and with her back straight. She had nothing to be ashamed of at all, so why slouch, and act as if she knew she did something wrong? When there was clearly nothing to be fearing at the time? She had to say, that she found it utterly and completely annoying.. When people, mainly Death Eaters in particular, acted as if they were just so down and ashamed of their work. If they are going to do something, and be proud while doing it.. They should be proud with the aftermath as well. Of course, it was natural for one to feel some slight guilt after doing horrible tasks, but.. That was when it was time to learn how to ignore it. Bellatrix had learned that trick long before she even became a Death Eater.. How else would she had been the best?
Raising the bottle to her anticipating lips, she quickly tipped it into her mouth. In result, making the liquid in the bottle swish slightly, as she just a quickly placed it back on the bar. The drink had a little hint of a tang to it.. But, that's one of the main reasons why Bellatrix chose the drink. It was calm, gentle, and smooth.. Yet at the same time, feisty and loud.. That gave your mouth a great sensation and feeling that one could only experience if they drank it. No explanation was worthy enough to describe this drink.. Or so Bellatrix thought anyway. It was just one of those things that was so great, yet could be so bad at the same time, and Bella could say that she loved it.
Re: Drinking, brooding *open* « Reply #1 on Feb 2, 2007, 10:52pm »
Snape had gotten done with a few things he needed to do. He sighed as he walked the streets of Knockturn. Needing a word with his eldest son he headed towards the Poison Apple. Briskly walking threw the streets he passed a few shops on the way. One in which his oldest daughter owned. He knew for sure she wasn't there at the time.
When he reached his sons store he opened the door and walked in. He looked around the store noticing only a few people in there. One who he knew for sure who it was. While waiting for his son to show he decided to go and walk over to chat with her. He sat down on the other side of the table. "Hello Bella. I see you've finnally escaped." Snape sneared as he smirked. Most of his friends were now already free from Azkaban.
Now there was only one thing he needed to do was to try and keep his own daughter out of prison. Something that right now looked pretty hard in doing. Especially since he really played spy for Voldemort rather then Dumbledore. Which was why Voldemort knew half the plans the order had before. As a house elf came up to him he ordered a butterbeer. He shoed the filthy house elf away once he ordered it asking for his son.