Black Widow's Web | The White Wyvern | July | (Open)

[Bellatrix Lestrange]

While the Prewett boy had provided a bit of amusement, Bella was growing tired of his antics. He reminded her of her younger cousin, the blood traitor. Too flirty and incapable, which was not what Bella was in the mood for. Still, she flashed him her best smile as Narcissa accepted his offer of company. He would do until someone else caught her eye. And if no one else interesting showed up…well she supposed the Prewett boy could be fun to toy with if she was in need to attention.

Luckily for her, a familiar voice caught her attention and she turned her head to make eye contact with Aaron Crabbe. She gave him a smirk as he kissed her hand, not missing where his eyes lingered on her body. Yes, he would work out just perfectly should she play her cards right. He’d been fun the couple of times they’d shagged when she had still only been engaged to Rodolphus. He was family, in a strange way that Bella hardly cared about. A great uncle that was younger than her? It wasn’t really worth the effort it might have taken for her to care.

”Good evening Aaron,” she purred, stroking his arm lightly. She listened to the exchange between her sister and him, nodding along slowly as Cissy spoke of how Lucius was busy, giving a laugh at the end. ”Oh, terribly lost. But now we have two excellent men to keep us occupied.” As Fabian reached his hand across to introduce himself, she couldn’t hide the smirk that appeared on her face. She doubted Aaron cared about the Prewett boy, but she’d let him figure that one out on his own.

”It’s been far too long Aaron. How have you been?” She asked, letting her eyes wander over his physique. Yes, he would do quite nicely.

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Narcissa smiled back at him - he wouldn't have it any other way of course, but he was pleased to see that she was coming to learn her place a little more now that she was married. He remembered her frolicking around Hogwarts thinking she was the cause of so many amazing plans...but he could tell her a thing or two about her family that would put that flame in her right out if she ever forced him to. "A shame - I wanted to talk to him. When will he be back?" In all honestly, Aaron wasn't a big fan of the other blonde - he was a prick if there ever was one - but with the way Malfoy was moving up through the ranks in the Death Eaters, he would be a very good colleague to gain. Aaron had no time for the pleasantries of friendship, but putting a foot forward to get closer to the Dark Lord would be just the thing he needed with an annoyance like Ethan moving in.

He stepped closer as the finer of the Black sisters ran her fingers over his arm. Obviously, any woman would want him, but this one shared his special kinks for bedroom play - rare for a woman who was actually worth his time - that is to say, Pureblood. Aaron was able to take what he wanted and Mrs. Lestrange had to be the only woman in the world he didn't mind doing the same with him. His hand roughing squeezed her exposed thigh under the bar and he smirked, wondering how long they would play with each other tonight before they found it too much. One last night in the flat all alone - could be the last time you f*ck without putting up silencing charms around the room. As the other two were slightly distracted by each other, Aaron took his chance and leaned in towards her ear, "Marriage has done you well, Bellatrix." He whispered with a meaningful glance at her breasts. Maybe they were looking bigger because she got regular sex now - he didn't care much as long as he got a personal viewing later on.

At the other woman's words his eyes slowly drug over the Prewett boy with a look of disdain. He wasn't their sort of person, that much was sure and he exchanged a look with Bella before meeting the eyes of the only person with morals in the room, and shook his offered hand harshly. "Aaron Crabbe." He looked him over again, "Are you lost?" He didn't care for the other boy that had someone managed to spend time with his nieces or his sense of direction for that matter - he just wanted him gone. "You sure as fiery hell aren't serving our Lord - there's more of your sort at the Leaky, you know." Aaron didn't need to explain much more than that if the guest knew what was good for him.

(OOC: Couple things - feel like I should apologize for him after each and every post because he's so horrid so I'm sorry haha. Also, I'm sorry for keeping everyone waiting so long for this post! I'll stop trying to avoid my Aaron muse when he comes along.)

[Narcissa Malfoy]

At Aaron's question, Cissa gave a noncommittal shrug, sipping her drink as she sat a bit taller. "I'll give him your regards when he is, you're always welcome over, of course," she said with a slight smirk, rather enjoying this. Even though this man was her uncle, he was only her age, and Lucius, being older, was more advanced in each and every way. No doubt Aaron wanted to pick her husband's brain about something to do with their mutual business, seeking him out for advice - as he should.

She had to be content in letting her sister and uncle go about their...business. Even if it twisted her gut. She knew that Roddy didn't mind his wife's exploits - that he did the same - but even still it was hard for her to stomach. She couldn't imagine being unfaithful to Lucius, and the nonchalant way that her relations were going about it was simply...distasteful. But Narcissa's sharp eyes darted to Aaron as he was rather obvious about his true work. It wasn't as if the White Wyvernn was subtly a Death Eater haunt - it was well known. But it wasn't said! And of course Fabian wasn't a Death Eater - he was a bloody Auror or something -

"Someone isn't feeling very friendly tonight! You're making our family seem so unwelcoming," the young woman said with a laugh, laying a delicate hand on her uncle's forearm as she did her best to lighten the mood of their odd little group. Of all the idiotic things to say - common knowledge here or not, that isn't something you say. The blonde turned her full attention to Fabian, not wanting to give time for any questions about what Aaron had said. "You were saying your mother was ill? That must be dreadful - however do you manage to keep your spirits up?" Narcissa took a drink, looking interested in whatever the Prewett would say as she could as she cocked her head to the side, trying to block her sister and their uncle from the outsider. If there was one thing Narcissa prided herself on - well, she prided herself on many things, but she felt particularly adept at this - it was protecting her family. She had failed with Annie years ago, but was mending that bridge - and with her husband and sister and brother-in-law and uncle in with the Dark Lord, she had her work cut out for her. Until they were in power in the ministry, this would be how it would be - personally, she felt Lucius would make a dashing Minister...

[Fabian Prewett]

While this male that had joined them was younger than Fabian, the Prewett boy was already feeling the annoyed vibes in his direction. He hadn't expected to be liked, especially not in this place. But Fabian hadn't expected that he would be flat out hated. This newcomer made him feel uneasy, and he kept quiet as Narcissa exchanged words with him. Fabian also noticed the way Bellatrix and this newcomer exchange glances, saying much more with their eyes than they were with their words.

Not that Fabian could blame the other man, Bellatrix was quite a looker. But she was also quite married, as Fabian had seen the announcement in the Daily Prophet, was it a year go? He wasn't sure. He knew the younger of the sisters had been married off right after school, but he supposed it was plausible that Bellatrix's wedding had been rather recently as well. Perhaps that was due to the fact the middle sister had married a muggle, he knew it hadn't sat well with the family.

As such, Fabian wasn't surprised at he rough handshake, although Aaron's next words almost phased him. Yes, the White Wyvern was a well known Death Eater hangout, but to be so open about his affiliations? He supposed he shouldn't have been too surprised, the boy was young. Young and stupid, which was something Narcissa was not. He felt the falseness in her laugh, doing is best to force a smile as she started to speak to him about his mother.

"Ah, no worries Narcissa. It's always the young ones who feel the need to discuss politics while the rest of us are simply having a nice night out," he replied, raising his drink to Aaron with a smirk tugging at his lips. He wanted to get a reaction from the other boy, reactions meant more information. However, he turned back to Narcissa, giving her his best impression of a sad smile. "I've got faith in the healers at St. Mungo's. Nothing they can't handle."

[Bellatrix Lestrange]

Bellatrix was already bored of Aaron's conversation with Narcissa. While she loved her sister, she did wish that she would quite distracting their handsome uncle. Bella needed the attention, she thrived on it. And so as Aaron looked her over again, she leaned forward toward them, doing her best to gather all of his attention. She was pleased when she did, not caring where his eyes traveled. After all, she had plenty of plans for him later. And those plans certainly did not involve wearing clothing.

So as he introduced himself to Fabian, she ran her hands up and down his arm, scooting as close to him as she could get. Her sister may disapprove, but he hardly cared. Bellatrix needed Aaron for tonight, and she would not let anything get in the way of that. Sister or not. She smirked at his introduction. While she agreed with his words, she didn't approve of him so opening admitting his alliances. Not to someone who was so blatantly not on their side. So she let the conversation flow, watching as Narcissa tried to cover his slip up with a laugh and friendly conversation.

The Prewett boy was just as bad however, and Bellatrix was growing annoyed. She didn't want the two of them to start anything, that decreased her chances of getting to go home with someone tonight. So as Fabian and Narcissa started speaking, she snaked her arm around Aaron's, pulling him to her. "It's been far too long, love, you should really come by the house sometime. Roddy would love to see you, if he's home that is." And even if her husband was home, he would gladly leave the two of them alone. If it made Bellatrix happy, she was allowed to do whatever she wanted. Or whoever, in this case.

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He gave a slight nod at the blonde's words, completely understanding her husband's duties to the Dark Lord. He hadn't been so lucky in his work with the Dark Lord as of yet, however he hoped that one day soon he would be able to move his way up through the ranks just as Malfoy had. He watched her eyes carefully, giving her a small smirk of his own, "I'll be sending an owl in the coming weeks then." Aaron sneered at the general population of witches and wizards that littered themselves among the pub in order to avoid giving his niece a roll of his eyes. Who did she think she was, trying to make this blood traitor by association more comfortable in their presence? There were much better things the true Purebloods had to discuss, and none of these options needed to be shared with the fourth of their group.

Aaron felt her fingers upon his skin, and his jaw locked. He resisted pushing her hands off of him in outrage. Think of your connections - you can not jeopardize them over a silly little girl. "It's a sight better than betraying your bloodline, Prewett." He wasn't scared of this sod - the Death Eaters had enough people backing them up in the Ministry that Aaron was sure no one would be coming after him anytime soon. They could try to prove his allegiance all they wanted, but it was all hearsay - he was too smart to leave behind any tangible proof that he had ever been involved.

Luckily for them both, Narcissa was changing the subject, but this time, he was unable to hold back his roll of the eyes - he had no interest in hearing about someone's sick mother. So he turned his attention to Bellatrix, the sex on a stick pulling him into her side. "Yes, it seems like I will be making calls to both of the Black sisters homes in the coming weeks - you can tell Rod to expect an owl from me in the near future." Aaron gave her thigh a firm squeeze, "Of course, the same invitation is extended to you -  I'm becoming bored without you around, Bella."

(OOC: Sorry it took so long everyone - really need to get myself in his mindset before writing him and I tend to avoid that because he's everything I hate in this world.)

[Narcissa Malfoy]

"I look forward to it," the young woman replied sweetly, meeting Aaron’s eye and returning his smirk. She was more than happy to offer Lucius' expertise. Narcissa often liked think about how she was doing in comparison to her family, especially those close in age to her, and would admit - if pressed, of course - that she was doing quite well, thank you very much. She had secured herself a darling, strong, intelligent husband who was aligned with the very best and already moving up the ranks in both the war and the Ministry. Aaron was, yes, on the right side as well - but to her knowledge there hadn’t even been talks within the family of who he was to marry! Not to mention his stagnation at each job. With or without a ring, Narcissa wasn’t naive enough to think he wouldn’t - ahem - screw around, but it was still important to maintain their family lines. It was nearly unheard of for one of their own to be unmarried at twenty! Yes, he was busy with work, but someone ought to be thinking about taking care of this business!

This other bloke, though, would be so simply spun into a story for her uses that it was almost laughable. Here they were surrounded by Death Eaters, and she was getting him to speak about his dear old mum? With Aaron and Bella as witnesses? Whatever she told Lucius, or hinted at, about this evening, her family could easily back up. A pureblooded Auror chatting up his wife, as she would claim he’d been? He could hardly stand for that...

So Narcissa gave him another smile as he teased about Aaron, wanting to keep him placated, and honestly amused at his daring. He may not remember Aaron from school, but the youngest Crabbe wasn’t being subtle about his allegiances - and as much as this Fabian may not think he would act, it wouldn’t take much more for wands to be out. Hopefully it wouldn’t come to that as that would be a manticore to cover up, but Fabian needed to learn...that this was no place for him. As comfortable as she was trying to make him for the moment, but that was merely for distraction from her own troubles and for her more outspoken family’s sake.

But apparently her uncle had taken issue with her being so familiar - even as he and her sister were about thirty seconds away from tearing each other’s clothes off, as if propriety was nothing to them - given his clipped response, so she delicately removed her manicured hand from his arm and took a lengthy drink of her martini, giving Fabian a sympathetic smile afterward. Narcissa tried to block out the conversation happening between her relations - both the verbal and physical conversing, Circe’s sake, people knew they were one family! - by focusing on Fabian, tossing her long golden hair over a shoulder as she considered how to continue speaking with this random.

The unique watch he wore caught her eye again with its shine, and Cissa felt a natural smile spread across her lovely face. If there was one thing that never failed to intrigue her, it was treasure. Not all treasure was gold, of course, but this one...

"Enough about sad things, and politics - what’s the story here?" she asked, moving closer to tap the face of the watch with a perfectly sculpted fingernail. Her bright eyes flitted up to his own, hoping that, like most men, he’d be contented to speak of himself for a time.

[Fabian Prewett]

It was Fabian's turned to bite his tongue, and he did so with a grimace. It wouldn't be good to get into a physical altercation here of all places, surrounded by people that he couldn't trust. So he simply gave a small laugh, crossing his arms across his chest. Narcissa was attempting to bring the conversation back to a normal one, as she tapped on the face of his watch. But his eyes were still on Aaron, watching as he talked with Bellatrix.

It was a few more moments before he turned to Narcissa, giving a smile, "Ah the watch? A gift from my father when I turned seventeen. It's a wonder I've managed to keep it in such good condition on these years, clumsy as I am," his eyes darted over to the other pair, a smirk playing on his face. "But it seem that I am interrupting a family affair here tonight, and I wouldn't want to do that. Nothing more important than family, right Narcissa?"

Picking up his drink, he downed it quickly, before handing money to the bartender with a smile. "For their next drinks," he said with a smile, taking a step back away from the three. "Give your husbands a fond hello from me, ladies, although I'm sure I will see them around the ministry. And have a nice night." With a small bow, he turned and headed to the door, shoving his hands in his front pockets.

[Bellatrix Lestrange]

This night was better than expected, even with the Prewett being a bit of an annoyance. Bellatrix was quickly growing tired of him being around, and she couldn't understand why her sister insisted on making him feel more comfortable. After all, he was at bar that he shouldn't be, conversing with people who cared very little for him. It was almost too amusing.

Still, Aaron needed to be careful with his words. It wasn't as if he was in the Dark Lord's favor. sure, the last time they all been gathered with the Dark Lord things had gone well, and he hadn't been reprimanded for being incredibly late to the most important dinner of his entire life. Thankfully the conversation between the two had ended, and Prewett was entertaining her sister with some story about his flashy watch.

She smiled at Aaron, placing her hand on top of his when he squeezed her thigh. "I'll make sure to tell him," she replied, her mind far from even considering her husband at the current moment. "And I'd love to stop by your place again. I had such a good time when I was there. And I would hate for you to be bored."

Unfortunately, Prewett was now speaking loud enough and in her direction that she turned, frowning at him as he spoke. Didn't the man know how to mind his own business? She opened her mouth to speak, but was cut short as he paid for their next drinks and excused himself from the bar. He was wise, at least. Sticking around would have not been in his favor. Unfortunately, it did mean that Narcissa would be joining her current conversation.

And she hated that idea. Sitting back, she turned so that she could see her sister, still holding onto Aaron's hand. "Well, glad he's gone at least."

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He wasn't phased by the pretty smile that Narcissa gave him. She was pretty,yes, but in no way would be able to capture is attentions when her delicious older sister was sitting directly before his eyes, and turning him on in all the right ways. The blonde was just a tease - and a tease that was trying to go home with Prewett of all people, was not worth anyone's time. She finally removed herself from him and went back to drinking, and all of the tense feeling he had had in his shoulders only moments before disappeared.

Aaron smirked at Bellatrix when her hand dropped onto his, happy that he was getting her attention. Yes, they were family, but it was necessary for their bloodlines to procreate in order to create the next generation of Purebloods. Not that his mind was anywhere near wanting to knock a woman up - not yet anyway - but they could always...practice. Furthermore, no one was going to stop thinking of them in the highest opinion because they were standing too close to each other in a crowded bar, so Narcissa could stop giving them disapproving looks whenever her dull womanly mind had caught up with the facts of the situation. "I'll see to it that you're invited over for dinner one night." His hand slid a little higher on her thigh and he lowered his voice, "Although, if you aren't busy now I could give you a tour." He glanced up at Narcissa, "Cissy can come along if she'd like."

And then, everything was looking up. The idiot redhead was preparing to leave, leaving behind what was probably the only money he had for the month judging by his appearance - honestly, would it kill him to go to Malkin's instead of wearing cheap and ugly muggle clothing? The thought was positively sickening. But he was off, and Bella was expressing the exact thoughts that were on his mind. "I agree - some people need to learn their place. He's no better than a mudblood when you think about who he spends time with everyday."

[Narcissa Malfoy]

As much as Narcissa was trying to focus on whatever conversation she could make with Fabian, she couldn't not pay attention when she was referred to, especially in such an ominous way. So she looked over her shoulder to see her uncle eyeing her, the gaze she usually tried to keep soft around the likes of him - they liked their women agreeable - turning sharp at his insinuation. Yes, she would flirt with men - to irk her husband, get him to realize the lengths she had to go to in order to get the attention she needed deserved - but she would never go home with one. Especially not a relation as cold as this one. "Oh how sweet of you, uncle," was all she could say with a straight face before going back to the Prewett...who barely spoke at all about the watch before giving her a dig - family affair, would it kill Bella and Aaron to just leave or stop?! - and saying a goodbye.

As Bella and their uncle horrayed the loss of their unexpected fourth, Narcissa was feeling rather put-out, and declined to comment as she watched him leave. As much of a bother as he was, the ex-Auror or whatever he was had been a buffer between her and what was playing out next to her. And how had she failed to distract him enough to get him to stay? Better that he was gone, but still, she'd used to be so good at manipulating men. Hadn't she? She turned up her glass, finishing the martini, and quickly snapped for another. Back to the bar while it was being fixed, her sharp eyes took in the scene, desperately searching for someone she knew well enough to leave her current companions for. As much as she loved her sister, it was just not worth her sanity to watch and listen as they played with each other. She doubted she could keep her cool composure about it for much longer. Thankfully, as she heard the glass hit the bar behind her, she made eye-contact with the one and only Walden Macnair. Oh how much she had fancied him as a young girl! He hadn't quite grown into the looks that he'd been promising as a teenager, but - he would do. This - this was perfect. She gave him a smirk, honestly glad for his being there, and held up a finger to signal him to wait for her.

"We'll have to reschedule that tour, Aaron," she said sweetly, getting her free drink - honestly, as if that would improve her opinion of Fabian the Prewett. "Time to catch up with an old friend. But you two have - you two just have a lovely evening." With that she gave the - sigh - pair a small smile and went off to chat up dear ol' Walden - her husband's co-worker, their mutual Housemate, and, most importantly, someone Lucius knew she'd once fancied...

[Bellatrix Lestrange]

This night had it's ups, that was for sure. But it also had it's down. The major one being an out of place blood traitor attempting to chat up her sister. Annoying as it was, it was much better that he was distracted and leaving her and Aaron alone. There wasn't a lot of privacy here, so she would take what she could get. Was she ashamed of their affair? Heavens no. It wasn't a secret that her and Roddy were more than willing to share their bed with other individuals. But it simply wasn't a conversation piece, and certainly not something she cared to discuss with Prewett.

Aaron was focused on her, and that was all she really cared about right now. She gave a smile as he moved his hand up her thigh, although she didn't bother to show her displeasure after he mentioned that her sister could come. While Bella was perfectly fine with sharing her husband, she wasn't fond of sharing her playthings. Besides, Cissy wouldn't want to come, she was too infatuated with her pretty boy husband.

Her assumptions were correct, as the annoyance at the invitation was easy to be heard in her sister's voice. And then the blood traitor was leaving, and Cissy was excusing herself to go talk to some man who looked vaguely familiar. The night seemed to suddenly be back in Bella's favor. "You're quite right love, nothing but a waste of space," she replied to Aaron's words, before turning the conversation back to a much more enjoyable topic. "As for your invitation, I'm not busy at all. I'd love a tour."

She finished her drink and stood up, hooking her arm around one of his. "How about we start with a tour of your bedroom?" With that, she started towards the door, glad to be on her way to a much more fun evening.

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He barely paid attention to the blonde as she left them, mumbling about someone else in the bar that required her attention. He had only invited her to be - polite was not the best word to choose in this situation, but it was the closest he could come up with. In any case she was just a dead weight on the otherwise sexual shoulders of his and Bellatrix's lives. The Black turned Malfoy wasn't someone he could see being exciting in the bedroom - not that he did not possess the skills to make someone exciting simply through dominating them - and her vanilla lifestyle made him think that Lucius really had his work cut out for him.

Aaron was a man that believed in the ownership of the weaker sex, and all of the wh*ring girls he went to school with were just waiting to have a Pure man show them where they belong. Merlin did not intend for them to be equal, he intended them to be homemakers, a piece to play at the whim of her husband or the eldest male in the family. Bellatrix understood this, but she had strong qualities like a man did - she was clever, and open, and downright dirty. She liked to be used, and she was the only woman that he would ever allow to take. Narcissa was the kind of simple girl that you could only use, and it would be no fun at all to take her on his own. But he couldn't deny that getting in between the two of them would just be delicious.

"This way then," He replied, steering her towards the exit. So what if he would need to be up early for the move tomorrow? She would be long gone by then, another notch on his bed post, nothing more.

{ughhhhhhhhh I am so sorry, you have no idea the amount of backwards articles I had to read to get in his mindset. Why did I create such a scumbag? }