All in a day's Death Eating {Death Eaters}

[BELLATRIX ELLADORA LESTRANGE]

On the orders of the Dark Lord, Bellatrix would be gathering the Death Eaters to form a plan of attack. They would be gate crashing a certain Potter hosted garden party. It was perfect. Their guests would be all mudbloods and blood-traitors and Order members and their families so this made it the perfect opportunity to cause some real havoc and hopefully some casualties. The thought of ruining their little celebration and spoiling their lighthearted merriment was delightful to her. They deserved to pay for their dirty blood and low morals - they were all disgusting in her eyes.

Bellatrix arrived swiftly at Malfoy Manor - a little earlier than had been agreed but she wanted to be there first. If she arrived last and word got back to the Dark Lord that she had been late, then he would almost certainly not be best pleased with her and that was the last thing she wanted. She lived to please him. Bella liked to make herself at home and her sister and brother-in-law's home, thus the reason she felt no need to knock on the door, only stride arrogantly up the drive and throw it open as though it were her own front door. She didn't take any detours to greet or speak with her sister or Lucius, instead she made straight for the room that was usually reserved for Death Eater meetings.

Bellatrix pulled the seat she usually sat at from under the table roughly and sat down, a bored expression on her face. She sighed heavily to herself and put her feet up on the table lazily, leaning back in her chair as she did. It was only a matter of time until they started arriving... Surely? She was itching to get the sabotage underway; the thought of wreaking havoc and chaos highly exciting to her.

She hoped the first ones to arrive would not be Severis or Lucius... or Rodolphus... The thought of being in a large, empty room with any of them and feeling obliged to talk to them while waiting for the rest to arrive was anything but enticing. While Bella might enjoy throwing around witty comments and putting down either of three men, she was simply not in the mood at present. She was feeling edgy, impatient and restless and highly snappy. "I don't have all day..."

[/b] she muttered bitterly under her breath, starting to regret the decision to be nice and early. It definitely was not 'nice', it was only early. Surely Narcissa or Lucius had heard her enter the building? Bella sunk a little lower in her chair and drummed her long nails repetitively on the table, finding the sound a pleasant distraction for a short while before it suddenly became extremely irritating.

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[RODOLPHUS ARTEMIS LESTRANGE]

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Here we go again, I feel the
chemicals kickin'
in
It's getting heavy
and I want to run and
hide

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I do it
every time, you're
killing me
now
I won't be
denied by you, the animal
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Rodolphus knew of the Potter's party, in fact, someone had leaked the information to the Death Eaters. Personally, he wasn't impressed by this fact. Certainly the Potter's were blood traitors and half-breeds what with the father being a pureblood that had lowered himself to marry a mudblood; but he was narry concerned with them. He thought they had bigger fish to fry than James Potter and his idiot of a wife. However, the Dark Lord seemed to think differently, and everyone kenw that no one who wished to live argued with the Dark Lord on anything he decided. However, he couldn't help but feel that this whole deal was foolish. He didn't like the idea of storming the Potter's house and the Ministry deciding they had to involve themselves in the fray. However, orders were orders no matter how much he thought they were stupid.

So, Rod found himself appearing at the disignated area. To his immense displeasure and slight annoyance, Bella was the only one there. It wasn't as if he were surprised to see that his wife was already there, but he couldn't say that he was all too pleased. There was a time that seemed ages ago where they had actually gotten along amicably. Now, it seemed that they only existed to annoy the hell out of one another. It was actually easier for him to get under her skin than it was for her to irritate him. Still, she did seem to take entirely too much pleasure in trying to push his buttons. Merlin only knew how blind she was. It was obvious that she was in love with their Lord.

One didn't have to be a genius to figure that out. The way she swooned over him, the way she spoke to him, the way she never questioned anything he said or did. Now Rodolphus was a loyal follower, no doubt about that, and one of the inner circle. Yet sometimes he doubted the validity of the things the Dark Lord said. Not that he would ever admit that. However, he couldn't help but wonder if sometimes the Dark Lord weren't as insane as his wife. It was something that he would never voice out loud. He didn't fancy being six feet under the ground in a coffin that could barely hold his tall frame. Merlin only knew that most people weren't six foot five. Smoothing a hand through his long dark hair, he glared reprovingly at the white strand that marred it.

Glaring at the deplorable hair didn't make it go away, however. He wished that it would. He didn't see it as a mark of distinguishment as some would or did. He saw it as a mark of his age, and he didn't like it. Merlin knew that he wasn't twenty anymore, but he also wasn't eighty. Why did he have to have that annoying white streak in his hair? Rolling his eyes, he couldn't help but inwardly smirk at the thought that his wife would one day have white hair. Knowing her vanity, she would be shrieking in fury and trying to hide this fact. She was a Black, after all, and though Azkaban had a tendency to rob one of their beauty not to mention her age alone, Bella fancied herself good looking.

He didn't delude himself. He knew that he wasn't the most attractive chap, anymore. He still held vistages of his handsome looks, but he knew that he couldn't be young and beautiful forever. He would one day have more white hair - it was forseeable that it might happen sooner than he would like. It annoyed him. His father had never had a white hair on his head before his untimely death and Rod seemed to be going grey prematurely. He blamed that on Bella and her brats. His children he was usually quite indifferent of unless they did something he approved of. He knew that Fabien wasn't his, instinctively, but he didn't know whose he was. Knowing Bella, it could be a number of men. It wasn't exactly as if his wife had been faithful. The idea that Laura and Mark were his, amused him. It wasn't exactly as if he and Bella had gotten along well for a long time.

Yet he knew that they were - she was far more disdainful of Laura and Mark than she should have been. No one could ever accuse her of being a good mother, but the same could be said of him, he knew. He wasn't exactly the doting or affectionate father. The more they stayed out of his hair, the happier he was. Laura was a lot like Bella was in her younger years and Mark just looked too much like Bella for Rodolphus to even stand looking at him for long periods of time. Not to mention the boy's personality could afford some work. Dismissing this idle and worthless thoughts, he glanced at his wife.

Today would be interesting, to say the least. With any luck he would be able to hex someone into oblivion. That would make him feel a lot better than he was feeling now.

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What are you
waiting
for?
Say
goodbye to my heart tonight
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[ADRIEN MHIRE]

   

Adrien landed gently. He ignored the feeling of sickness, as he had never grown accustom to it, and readjusted the front of his coat. Malfoy Manor felt amiable enough as he stood before it, and he strode quietly through the door; a feeling of welcome was not present, but he imagined basic entrance curtesy was unneeded by this time in his service as a Death Eater. Doubtfully, the Malfoy's would hold it against him. He knew they were not concerned with trivialities.

A smirk surfaced. Oftentimes he wondered about the nature of his acts as a Death Eater. Such things as ambushes were not in his normal repertoire of personal, moral conduct. Yet, he couldn't help but feel fond of them. It reminded him of his time in school, which was useless in his memory save for the pleasure he wrought from torture. He never considered himself evil now, for his desire to kill was balanced by what he knew was a healthy amount of tolerance. But he accepted that many people viewed him as evil, as much as he had delighted in it as a student. The vision of others intrigued him, and for observation motivations, he allowed the image of him to remain sinister. The reactions of most were predictable, but occasionally, to his purpose, a person resembled himself- generally, unknowledgeable until further noted.

Adrien crossed through the halls in the manner he had landed from Apparating. His mouth had repositioned itself, miming the seriousness he mentally encountered. Disabling James would be profitable. His visit here was to be swift. Students were intriguing. He only wished to be here to address Bellatrix (he imagined she was prompt in her obsequiousness), and to offer his gratitude to Lucius and Narcissa. An auror, perhaps.

Bellatrix sat within his vision, as Rodolphus did also. The Death Eater allowed his eyes to grace over both of them, retrieving their current dispositions. A hand slipped into his pocket, fingering with absence the end of his wand, while the other patted his front; Timely, he regarded Bellatrix.

He felt the necessity to talk was lacking. He might have opened his mouth to signify he was willing to talk, but words escaped him gracefully. His lips were straight, stoic in fashion, and his irises had begun to darken. Meandering, he felt comfortable; the room was familiar, as they had ventured there many times, but a tension still remained. Between the bodies standing, planning the demise and fate of unsuspecting parties, tension should be natural; even as those accustomed to such activities, these temperaments were privy with distrust and competition. Tension may be boundless.

After a pause, Adrien faced the other Death Eaters. He gazed at them, knowingly. An ambush was waiting. And he had confidence the Dark Lord's followers could handle themselves, understanding the central theme of the party. Thus, the dark wizard attended to his duty and apparated gently to their destination, ignoring again the unpleasant woosh about his person.