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Post by antonin on Feb 10, 2009 1:13:38 GMT -5
Antonin walked slowly down the streets of London as he continued his trek to the Twilight apartments and his meeting with Bellatrix Black. She had asked him to join her for a few drinks to celebrate their first major blow against the wizarding world. The attack against Hogsmeade was a smashing success, despite the small losses the death eaters took. Having just left the Master's side, Antonin knew how pleased he was and took great comfort in that fact.
As the apartments came into view, he entered the building and located Bellatrix's apartment and quickly made his way up to the sixth floor. Knocking on her door, Antonin waited patiently way the beautiful young Black took her time getting to the door.
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Post by Bellatrix Black on Feb 10, 2009 1:57:31 GMT -5
After the attack those who were left, and not laid up in a hospital bed, were all very excited. Bellatrix had talked with her friends, sharing stories of what they had encountered in Hogsmeade. Caleb hadn't had much luck in killing anyone but he had managed to injure some woman working at the teashop before someone else burned the place down. Bellatrix shared her adventure with Tonks and Andromeda, and of course she bragged about the deaths. In this fun filled discussion many people had mentioned seeing Antonin Dolohov and his never-before-seen purple flaming curse. It was intriguing in itself, as everyone had said the curse was very effective and rather impressive. Bellatrix had not seen it for herself, and in fact she hadn't seen Dolohov since they had all met outside the now ruined village with Claudia.
Bellatrix had sent an owl to Dolohov inviting him over, under the guise of celebrating their smashing success with the attack. She truly wanted to hear about his new curse first hand, and perhaps learn it for herself. And she always enjoyed a good drink and pleasant conversation. Her home, as always, was already clean so there was no need to tidy up for company. She did, however, stock up her alcohol cabinet and made sure there was plenty of ice. If he wouldn't give up his curse voluntarily, she'd drink it out of him.
A knock at the door signaled Antonin's arrival and Bellatrix moved to the door. She fluffed her curls once and brushed them behind her shoulder. She opened the door and gave him an enchanting smile. "Antonin. I'm so glad you could make it. Please, come in." She pulled the door wide and stepped back, gesturing him inside.
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Post by antonin on Feb 12, 2009 2:00:10 GMT -5
Antonin eyed Bellatrix as he entered her apartment, it always escaped him why the Master was so intrigued by this young witch. True she came from one of the oldest pureblood families in England, not to mention Antonin would trust his enemies more than her. Taking a seat on her couch, he turned so as to keep the little witch within his sight. "I do believe your invitation said something about drinks Black?" Leaning back in the couch, he kicked his feet up on the table and waited for Bellatrix to fetch his drink.
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Post by Bellatrix Black on Feb 12, 2009 2:18:24 GMT -5
She shut the door after he had entered, leaning aganist it for a moment while looking at him. He had given her the once over and it wasn't in that intrigued way most men did. Bellatrix did not like that. Antonin moved to the couch and put his feet on her 300 galleon table, Bellatrix bit her lip. She moved across the room to the drink cart and pulled open the cabinet doors which revealed more bottles than could logically fit in the small cart. "Yes, drinks. What will you have? I have pretty much everything." She was bent down near the floor, her skirt shifted as she moved and raised up a bit on her thigh. Judging by the look Antonin had given her at his arrival, he probably wouldn't notice or care. She didn't adjust it.
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Post by antonin on Feb 12, 2009 3:04:27 GMT -5
Antonin turned his head to watch as Bella went to the drink cabinet, noticing her skirt slide up her thigh slowly, not for the first time Antonin noticed that Bellatrix was quite beautiful. Perhaps, once he decided she wasn't trying to kill him he would take her to bed, it would be a nice distraction from the adrenaline pumping through his veins from the battle that had just taken place. "Firewhiskey will do Bella, I need something to calm the nerves after all the fun and...excitement."
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Post by Bellatrix Black on Feb 13, 2009 1:46:00 GMT -5
Bellatrix shifted a few bottles to get to the black/brown bottle of firewhiskey. The glasses were sitting on top of the cart and she stood again to pour his glass. She capped the bottle, bent over to put it back in the cabinet, then turned and passed him his drink. "It was exhilarating, wasn't it?" She turned back to the cart and fixed her own drink, a green fairy which took a little more time than Antonin's drink had taken to prepare. She continued as she faced the cart. "I think it may have been the funnest Hogsmeade trip I've ever been on. Do you even remember your Hogsmeade trips?" She turned back with a smile and her drink in hand.
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Post by antonin on Feb 13, 2009 23:30:30 GMT -5
Antonin grabbed his drink from Bella's hand, and began to remember his days as a school boy, the Hogsmeade trips were probably the best. Unabated fun and no professors around to witness the poor mudbloods being tortured by the shrieking shack. "It was just good to finally strike in public, if the Ministry didn't fear us before, they do now.." He let the words trail off as he took a sip of his firewhiskey, his eyes gliding over Bellatrix's lithe frame.
Yes, Antonin had finally made up his mind, if Bella did not try to kill him he would definitely have some fun with her. Taking his seat back on the couch, he took another sip of the fiery liquid and enjoyed every moment as it burned down his throat. "My Hogsmeade trips were quite interesting, although those times in general were quite interesting. I still remember that stupid oaf Hagrid, dirty halfbreed was quite an entertaining plaything."
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Post by Bellatrix Black on Feb 14, 2009 1:27:07 GMT -5
Bellatrix agreed. It was a wonderful feeling being out in the open as a group. Forcing the public to take notice of their Lord and their cause. How could rumors possibly go around now about the forgery of a Dark Lord? There was proof. They had shown what they were possible of, with the threat that it will happen again. It was easy for Bellatrix to smile broadly as she sat next to Antonin on the couch. Just thinking of the progress they had made was thrilling. "And the Daily Prophet as well. I can't imagine their bloody reporters could f*ck this story up. But knowing those idiots..." She drank instead of finisihing her sentence, but the implications were clear.
She had meant to tease Dolohov about his age, but it didn't come out that way. Dolohov was a few years older she, around the same age as her master. Age was not a thing that bothered Bellatrix. It was maturity that concerned her. And she felt years older than she really was, though there were times with her friends that even Rodolphus called her a child. But his remark about torturing the now groundskeeper of Hogwarts was intriguing. Bellatrix did not like Hagrid either, but he had been a student when Dolohov attended. At least, if she had her math down properly that was right. "Interesting aye? How so?"
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Post by antonin on Feb 17, 2009 11:15:01 GMT -5
Antonin sneered in silence at Bellatrix's question, why was a Black so interested in the antics of school boys and a half breed piece of trash. Taking a long swig of his firewhiskey, he set the glass carefully on the table before turning to Bellatrix, "Let's just say he kept me entertained during my free time, trying to develop spells that work on giants, or well in his case I guess half breed mutts." Slowly placing his hand on her knee as he turned to stare into her eyes, he grinned.
"So tell me Bella, did you bring me here to gossip about my days at Hogwarts, or is there...something else?"
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Post by Bellatrix Black on Feb 18, 2009 0:50:55 GMT -5
So he had been developing spells for some time now, no wonder he was able to create such a powerful one to use in the attack. She briefly wondered what else he had come up with, but the slight pressure of his hand on her knee brought her completely back into the moment. She looked at his large hand with raised eyebrows, then slowly met his gaze. His dark eyes were piercing and inviting. Her head ran through the possibilities that the evening had presented.
She could tell him the truth of what she wanted; to know his new curse. He could be flattered that she took interest or just eager to share his handiwork, and teach her how to perform it properly. Or, he could laugh at her and leave.
She could play off his advances and finally release some of that energy that had built up since the attack. But if she were to ask afterward about the curse he might conclude that she had brought him here to seduce and get information out of him. Some men were fine with that and would allow her to gain information on a regular basis. Some men would be offended and leave her high and dry, making this meeting pointless.
There were other options surely but she didn't have the time to go through them all. Antonin was waiting for a reply, looking very delicious. She opted for her second option. She would ask him about his curse later and hopefully he'd still be forthcoming with it. And maybe, Merlin willing, he would find she wasn't quite so youthfully ignorant and would come back to teach her more. "I did have an ulterior motives to this meeting, Antonin. I was hoping to be a little more subtle about it, but subtlety was never my strong suite." She smiled seductively at him and turned her entire body to face him. "There are so many things you can teach me..." she said as she leaned in closer, brushing her lips against his.
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