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bait_backup*Rose isn't the kind of person to make a daily schedule, but if she were, hers today would've included things like 9:00: get film developed, 1:30: shoe shopping, 8:30: photograph nude Death Eater and worm self into his confidence. It was, currently, 8:25, and Rose was ready.
The photo shoot with Mulciber was, she still felt, probably the stupidest thing she'd ever agreed to do, and yet here she was. She thought she owed Sirius a kick to the balls for this, but none the less she was making herself a gin and tonic, camera sitting on the counter, living room ready to go as a background. The lighting was already set up, it'd just need to be adjusted once he was here; all there was left to do was wait. And hope he didn't figure out her game and blast her head off.
She definitely owed Sirius a kick in the balls. Yeah.*
The photo shoot with Mulciber was, she still felt, probably the stupidest thing she'd ever agreed to do, and yet here she was. She thought she owed Sirius a kick to the balls for this, but none the less she was making herself a gin and tonic, camera sitting on the counter, living room ready to go as a background. The lighting was already set up, it'd just need to be adjusted once he was here; all there was left to do was wait. And hope he didn't figure out her game and blast her head off.
She definitely owed Sirius a kick in the balls. Yeah.*
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