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*Bellatrix has never been maternal--even the suggestion of such a thing would send more than a few titters around a drawing-room and she knows it. She has patted the odd child on the head, certainly--cooed a bit over Draco a handful of times--admonished older children at family gatherings who were misbehaving or loud or simply too close to her. But that is all, and all she has any desire for. So maybe it's odd that at Barty's incomprehensible, dense, very much fucking Bartyesque letter she's immediately set off for the house without so much as a pause for reflection. Perhaps it's odd that an overwhelming urgency, a sense of this is not right is thrumming in her veins and urging her to hurry, as she's always heard it does in the veins of mothers when their children are in need.
Considering her singular fondness for Barty, perhaps it isn't odd. Considering her connection to Regulus, perhaps it's anything but odd.
Either way within minutes she's dressed and ready--robes as grim and utilitarian as she owns, and for some reason she's braided her hair flat against her head as she does when doing the Dark Lord's work--like she's spoiling for a fight. For some reason her hand is wound rightly around her wand and her heart is in her throat as she straightens her cloak around her and Apparates into the ever-shifting house: a grim, black-robed apparition no less frightening for its lack of a mask.*
Considering her singular fondness for Barty, perhaps it isn't odd. Considering her connection to Regulus, perhaps it's anything but odd.
Either way within minutes she's dressed and ready--robes as grim and utilitarian as she owns, and for some reason she's braided her hair flat against her head as she does when doing the Dark Lord's work--like she's spoiling for a fight. For some reason her hand is wound rightly around her wand and her heart is in her throat as she straightens her cloak around her and Apparates into the ever-shifting house: a grim, black-robed apparition no less frightening for its lack of a mask.*
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Date: 2011-12-15 02:34 pm (UTC)*Pinched and head cocked, Regulus looks more like an insect than a human, and certainly not one that can understand what normal people would accept as explanation.*
We can't leave, it's safe here.
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Date: 2011-12-15 02:42 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-12-15 03:05 pm (UTC)*There's a stilted pause in his words, as though he has just said something ridiculously childlike instead of reasonable. It may be true, the countryside may indeed be safer in times of war, but from his pale lips he could have said 'bad guys' and sounded more legitimate.*
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Date: 2011-12-15 03:30 pm (UTC)Bellatrix blinks altogether too many times, and then speaks slowly, soothingly, as if to an extraordinarily stupid child.*
Rodolphus and I will be there. Don't be silly.
...Barty, please climb out of the bathtub. I'm sure we can arrange a proper dinner at Edred's Hythe so you can leave the, ah--
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Date: 2011-12-16 02:59 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-12-16 10:04 am (UTC)I know loads of things, but I know what I know more than what I don't and I'm better for it. If I only knew what I didn't I wouldn't even know YOU - because whose to say you aren't someone else. You'd be easy to fake.
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Date: 2011-12-16 10:25 am (UTC)There's a scary, tickling part of his mind that ponders if there could be any truth in what Barty said, if he could be acted out and replicated and not know. It's happened to Barty, after all, his very body and mind stolen away for a test run by some unknown monster. But then something more stable tells him perhaps there is something else he ought to be focus on for now. So it is Bella he questions, and leaves a new-found paranoia alone.*
Our parents don't know you're here, do they, Bella?
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Date: 2011-12-16 10:33 am (UTC)Your parents? Of course not. I've only just Floo'd here and anyway, those doddering idiots don't understand a thing about--
*But immediately, she bites it down. It is stressful, she is learning, to be the sanest and most responsible person in the room. It's an unfamiliar sensation, and Bellatrix wishes briefly and fervently that she had thought to bring Rodolphus along. He'd know the right things to say--he'd have fixed everything already--in fact, he'd have never gotten into this mess in the first place.
A little awkwardly, she reaches out a many-ringed and manicured hand to the sleeve of Regulus' jacket.*
--and you know how many wards Reginald put on the townhouse, Regulus, don't you? And the cursed door that snaps shut on you if you aren't you who say you are? And Roddy won't let anything in, he's much too clever, and he'll look after you--
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Date: 2011-12-16 10:41 am (UTC)I do suppose there are some securities the city has to offer.
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Date: 2011-12-16 11:21 am (UTC)Then it's settled. Wonderful. You and Barty will stay for as long as you like, Twinky will have your room made up, Barty, you know, the one with the guillotined windows--
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Date: 2011-12-16 11:39 am (UTC)The haunted one?
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Date: 2011-12-16 11:49 am (UTC)We'll Floo.
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Date: 2011-12-16 11:57 am (UTC)My things, I haven't packed...
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Date: 2011-12-16 12:00 pm (UTC)no subject
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