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 R for Vendetta, Black + Fenwick
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Bad Blood
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Stay here til we reach out of [ .h o p e.]  No we can't [ .t a l k.] about it
BENJYfenwick -- growlBEASTIE
BELLATRIXblack -- x midnightPOISON
growlBEASTIE: He's been stewing for a good two weeks on this, ever since the bridge went down. Ever since Danny had told him who had given her that pretty purple scar that stretched across her side. And he was well aware that he didn't look all that frightening when he wasn't trying, and that Black was a fully certified psychopath. Any amount of trying wasn't really going to frighten her. Because Benjy was all cheekbones and swagger, and if he needed to he could resort to the vilest acts of torture and torment, but he preferred the blunt straight-forwardness of his fist in someone's face, and his Sister had taught him never to hit a lady.
He argued with himself that Bellatrix was no lady. She was a monster masquerading as a woman and she would be the ruin of herself if given enough time. But Benjy didn't have time. He had two vendettas and a deathwish disguised as righteous anger.
So he took himself up to her house - that sprawling mansion up in Newcastle - with nobody for company but a tarantula that had adopted him after a wizard had performed some highly illegal experiments upon the poor creature. It crawled over his hand and forearm as he walked, perched neatly on the front of his shoulder like a decorative brooch when he knocked on the door. He didn't know what he was going to say or do or even think when she was there where he could see her, but he needed to get to that point first..
x midnightPOISON: She's standing in the dining room, leaning over the extravagent table. Her eyes are focused on the large rolled out piece of parchment that lays before her. It appears to be a map and upon closer inspection, a detailed map of the Ministry. A quill in her hand, she bends down and scratches something in perfect calligrophy beside a neatly drawn square of a cubicle. Her nose nearly touches the paper as she adds the finishing flourish to the last name of one "Zoe Reynolds." Her eyes trace over the small space alotted for Reynold's existance before she scribbles something else beside her name. 'Order?" She's been drawing this map for weeks, obsessing over it every day and late into the night. She's refused to see anyone for the past week as she tries to finish her product before she presents it to her Lord. He knows what she's working on, but he has yet to see it. Tomorrow night is the date schedueled for its unveiling. She smiles crookedly on purpose as she straightens up. "Let's see Lucius top this." The sneer dispears suddenly as there is a knock on the door. A house elf runs into the dining room, his big eyes focused on Bellatrix as she looks from him to the map to the hallway that leads to the foyer. "Go ahead, Freem." She orders. "But be slow about it." With delicate care, she rolls up the map and places it in the bottom drawer of the china cabinet. She's running through her robes for the key to the drawer just as someone comes around the corner.
growlBEASTIE: Eventually the door parted it's mouth to reveal a wizened little house elf with eyes like saucers, and Benjy has to severely restrain himself to stop from pushing right inside. Thankfully the creature understands etiquette and admits the lanky man through the portal to Hell with a stammered greeting - still managing to retain some air of derision as it stares at him. Being lead through the house (mansion? Manor?), he's put in mind of old money and old blood - and blood feuds, as he comes face to face with the monster that he was so desperate to meet.
"Miss Black?" And he's so prim and proper, like the gentleman his mother taught him to be, and he can hear Alison laughing in his ear as he folds his hands in front of him like a banker or a hitman.
x midnightPOISON: Key out, she locks the drawer tightly and pushes herself into a standing position. She expects to see Rodolphus, maybe Lucius; Antonin is her first gues, but she does not expect to see Benjy Fenwick standing in the doorway to her dining room. She dusts off the table as if there's some imaginary filth clinging to it, dislike etched in every feature of her perfect face. Bellatrix looks up and her eyes are cold. "To what do I owe this....intrusion?"
growlBEASTIE: Once upon a time, Benjy might have thought a girl like her was pretty. Now, he looks at her and all he can see is spikes and edges. She's sharp and keep and she has no qualms, he knows, with murder. In fact, she seems sort of like a venomous snake. Harry shifts on Benjy's shoulder, one stubby little leg grazing his neck as it hovers without a grip, balanced and unsure, but Benjy doesn't twitch. "Just a bit of a catch-up, really. Heard you got yourself injured at the bridge. Helping out, I assume?"
x midnightPOISON: She opens her mouth to shoot out some scathing remark, something that would no doubt cripple Fenwick, but her eyes have strayed to the spot on his shoulder where something disgustingly hairy with far too many legs sits. Her mouth hangs open for the fraction of a second, eyes focused stupidly on the spider perched nonchollantly on his shoulder. A shudder creeps up her spine, but she does not allow it to climax. Bellatrix firmly grips the edge of the table as her eyes forcibly refocus on Fenwick. "Get out."
growlBEASTIE: The grin almost splits his face, and Benjy urges Harry onto his palm. "That's a bit rude. No offer of tea? Isn't that what you upper classes do; invite people to 'take tea'" /and pour arsenic into it/ he refrains from adding. Because he didn't miss the horror that shadowed her face a second ago and the idea of Bellatrix being scared of a spider? Well, it just amuses him. He's crossing the room and leaning against the edge of her table before he thinks, and Harry twists on his palm, unsure of these new surroundings. He looks twitchy, and for girls, Benjy's pretty sure that twitchy spiders are like the worst thing ever.
x midnightPOISON: She watches as he comes closer. Her stomach plunges down somewhere far past horror and rational thinking. She hates spiders. Her wand's in her hand before she realizes what she's doing, but the threat of the weapon does not hide the fact that she's just backed up into the china cabinet behind her. The imported plates and glasses chink inside as her body roughly becomes aware of the wooden closet behind her. She raises her wand slightly higher and this time when she speaks, she can't force the usual smugness to come to her voice. Bellatrix doesn't waste time with cutting explanations. "I said get out."
growlBEASTIE: That, Benjy recognises, is plain panic. Not even disguised. He's gleeful to realise that he's found a soft spot, and as he allows Harry to wander from his hand and onto the gleaming mahogany of her dining table Benjy tips his head. "Don't think I'm quite ready. Fancy, actually, havin' a bit of chat with you." And although he's smiling, there's a shadow over his features that's alarmingly dark. It speaks of the darkness that Bella herself has committed herself to, and sometimes it genuinely frightens Benjy to know that he can possess it. Mostly, though, he uses it to his advantage, because he has a bone to pick.
x midnightPOISON: She stares coldly at him, forcing her eyes to remain locked with his even though in her periphial vision she seems the spider crawl from his hand onto the table. His hand comes back into her line of vision empty and a wave of panic shoots through her. Silly for someone so vile to have such a common fear but, it was a fear that stemmed from childhood. The spider firstly, had too many legs--no only was that nerve-rattling, but something she could not control and due to her extreme fear of getting anywhere near said spider, she would not be able to control it. They were small and moved too fast. Much worse than Regulus, they had the possiblility to turn up anywhere unexpectedly.
Gulping, she struggled to regain her composure though she does not remove her body from the china cabinet. "What?" She snaps. "What could you possibly want with me?" She spits out the word 'you' like Fenwick is some sort of scum not worth her time. She forces her chin to set, forces her face to wash blank of any sign of the fear she's holding inside with tremendous effort.
growlBEASTIE: The girl was geniuinely scared. That surprises Benjy, and he watches her curiously a moment as she gathers herself together. When she's afraid he can see the great beauty - and she /is/ beautiful, there's no denying. Bellatrix is gorgeous and she is hard and sharp like diamonds and glass. She's icy and she's out of everyone's league because even Benjy can see that she loves nobody more than herself. She's something of a bitch, in the truest sense, and its something he could have admired, had he known her in other circumstances. "Come to see a girl about a fight. Heard she broke your nose for you - got it fixed up right well, didn' you." He herds Harry as he speaks, his eyes on Bellatrix (because he doesn't trust her as far as he can throw her) and his other hand gripping the wand in his pocket.
x midnightPOISON: She realizes that he's speaking of that Auror she gave a brutual showing to last week and she no longer has to force herself to return to her normal level of severity. A sickening smile breaks across her face, exposing her teeth in a way that makes her look maddened. "Was she a friend of yours then, Fenwick?" She edges along the wall, still consiously putting space between her and the spider. "Or was she your little lover?" Bellatrix pouts as she places herself at the head of the table. "Tell me, is Danny still in St Mungo's and that's why you've taken up the post of coming to beat my brains out, or is she too scared?" She leans against the chair her father sits in at dinner, idly running a hand through her hair. He speaks of her nose and she remembers the pain that she had felt that afternoon. Blinding, searing pain that did not begin to ebb away till several hours after Rodolphus had fixed her nose. The fact that Lewis had ruined her face for a solid hour and that she had managed to evade her clutches, both a stab to her vanity and to her pride, meant that the girl would pay in time. She was on Bella's hit list and that was never a good thing. "Yes. I did. Too bad yours still looks like you've been run through a paper shredder."
growlBEASTIE: And there is the Bellatrix the world will come to fear. He shakes his head as though in despair, and strokes his fingers over Harry's dark-tan back, the tiny spines as soft as dog-fur. "It's a shame she mussed up that pretty face of yours, Bella," He talks to her as if she were an old friend, and he hopes it pisses her off because she's getting under his skin something rotten as he shifts to follow her with his eyes. "Shame you'll never get back that perfection..." Because Danny's out of St Mungo's - just - and she's fine now, but a run in with Bella and Dolohov within a fortnight has not done the girl any good, and Benjy's list of people to kill because they piss him off in ridiculous ways is getting progressively longer. And then she moves onto his face and he chuckles that low, throaty laugh as Harry clambers onto his arm and across his shoulders, perching silent and still. "I never was a pretty face, love. You though.. Oh you used to be a beauty. But time, it does take it's toll..Time.. And the fists of other people."
x midnightPOISON: She grits her teeth. She knows that the lies he is spewing are just that--lies. He's trying to get under her skin in the expert way she managed to get under his. Bellatrix audibly grinds her teeth. "It's Bellatrix." She snaps and her hands grip tighter to the chair she's holding. Her eyes follow the slight movements of the spider and she struggles to remain clam, but she does nonetheless. She has never liked Benjy much. Other than drunkenly hitting on her in school, he served no real purpose. He was never a looker, never one of the boys that held her attention longer than a span of mere seconds. He wasn't even plain enough to be considered as a play toy. She forces herself to laugh. "I believe you have the wrong sister, dearest, if you think your quips about my looks are going to get to me. Try Narcissa next time you see her if you want someone crying over your opinions, or better yet, ask Lewis to show you her scar. I presume that she has one now, if they've been able to stop the bleeding?"
growlBEASTIE: "She's got a very pretty scar," he affirms, his voice tight and his stance solid. He's not going to take her on, he's decided. He's not in the mood for her games or her taunts, and he really wants to punch her in the face just to see what it's like. It's not as if she's a woman anyway. She's a monster. He already knows this. But the way she snaps at him is getting on his nerves and he thinks that he should leave before he ends up causing damage (or, you know, ends up dead). "Pretty sure she wants to thank you personally for that."
x midnightPOISON: "Oh. Don't worry. She'll be able to thank me later. We're dead on for another run-in. Wouldn't you say?" Behind her words lies a secret threat. She's going to kill Danny. Quickly, yet very messy. She's not going to string matters out, she has decided--that was what had gotten her in this mess in the first place. Bellatrix flashes another maddening smile. "If all you wanted then was to criticize my looks and tell me how much of a bad-girl I am for hurting your friend, then you can leave. Same was you came in." She adds as he continues to stand there, befouling the air in her house.
growlBEASTIE: "Tell you what," he offers in a surprisingly kindly tone as he moves towards the door, lifting Harry from his shoulder and setting the already fair-sized spider at his feet. "Why don't I leave you a peace-offering, hmm?" And maybe it's the cruel streak in him, but as Benjy engorges that tarantula, stepping back into the long hall that admitted him until Harry is three feet across and four high, he can't help but smile. Not the smile of a malicious old man, or a psychopath. Not the smile of a friend, either. Simply a smile of quiet, unassuming amusement, and that is probably the most disquieting thing of all, because it's clear that Benjy is /not/ insane, but he is most certainly a vindictive bastard. "Harry likes long walks. And he's sort of immune to stunning hexes. Dark wizards." he tuts and shakes his head. "They'll never learn.."
Benjy lifts his hand in brief salute to girl and spider as he turns to leave, sloping out as quickly as he can whilst still remaining outwardly nonchalant about the whole thing. Truth is? Harry sort of scares Benjy too. He's glad to see the back of the tormented beast, and isn't really bothered by who wins the showdown that will ensue if Bella ever wants to leave that dining hall.
x midnightPOISON: She watches through a screen of well-rehearsed indifference as he sets down the spider and begins to leave. She's going to kill it the minute he leaves, so what's the point in worrying? Bellatrix looks down at her nails, pretending not to care that there is a disgusting animal placidly sitting in the floor like it belongs there. Maybe she'll mail the dead spider to him so that he can get a nice shock at work. When she looks down again, the spider is gone and Bellatrix begins to go into a slight state of panic. What if the horrid thing ends up in her bed when she goes to lay down tonight? She hears Benjy's footfall stop just short of the hallway. Did he take the abomination with him? A loud rasping noise is suddenly present in her ears as is the sound of two rather sharp objects clicking together in rapid succession. Slowly, she looks up and with a jolt of terror realizes there's a spider that comes up to her waist standing on the other side of the table. Through it's entanglement of legs, she can just barely make out Fenwick's smug face. Panicking, she forgets how to breathe and remains stupidly frozen to the spot. She hears the front door shut. Only when the spider makes the move to crawl over the table toward her do her instincts kick in.
"AVADA KEDAVRA!" A flash of green light and the spider falls legs over head. Bellatrix finally screams and sinks onto the floor, grabbing at her knees.
Trading clothes and ringing [ .P a v l o v ' s.] Bell  [ .H i s t o r y.] shows there's not a chance in hell
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