A drink for the rich - Open-

[Bellatrix Lestrange]

This is based in the hogshead

Bellatrix Lestrange decided she needed a drink, especially after her visit to her sister Narcissa a few day's ago and the stress of being stuck at home all day everyday with her rather "child making obessive" husband. Yes Bella's life was nowhere neer perfect, and it seemed that just lately she wanted to kill every single person who irritated her just slightly, bless the poor women.

Bella had been tempted to go to Diagon Alley for a drink as it was so much closer to her home but no the Leaky Cauldron was the only half decent place and filth seemed automatically attracted to the place. The last time Bellatrix has been there she had seen a mud-blood's parent walk through, yes shocking as it may seem but she did see a muggle. Of course Bella was shocked at this point and had left imediately cursing everyone whom was there of course that didn't include her fellow Death Eaters ..no they were too pretty for that.

Bella's lack of wanting to go to the Leaky Cauldron had resulted in her apparating to Hogsmede and being left with two choice's The Three Broomstick's or the death eaters hang out A.K.A the hog's head, Bellatrix had chosen the Hog's Head it being the appropiate place for her type, even though the service was terrible and it wasn't the nicest enviroment to be in at all.

She was wearing once again a cloak to with the hood pulled up to cover her indentity, her hair was was messy as ever and down in it's black sleek and shinyness. Bella's eye's peeped out from under the hood in an annoyed mannor, she was not pleased at how her week had taken shape hence her resorting to the drink although it wasn't anything too strong no Bella was not like that, she would down herself in a bottle that was just such a Lucius Malfoy thing to do.

Bella walked into the Hogs Head and pulled down her hood showing the same familiar pasty complexion that nearly everyone knew so well, Bella had an odd insane look around on her that she seemed to wear permently, she was so unstable that nearly everyone expected her to lash out randomly and the fact that she held a wand which was clasped by long skeletal finger's probably didn't help this typical image.

She moved forward to the bar and looked at the bartender with a raised eyebrow, she spoke in her arrogant tone that was so well practised coming from the Black family house hold. "I'll have some of your elf made wine and for your sake i do hope it is not of a poor standard." Bellatrix heard the muttered yes as the bartender walked off to fufill her request.

He had come back with an unusally clean glass and an unusually good standard of wine for Bellatrix..and probably because he knew she'd take it personally if it wasn't, Bella graciously passed him a few galleon's and took her drink to go and sit in a corner to brood away from the other inhabitant's Of the pub.

[Ofelia Cruz]

Ofelia wasn’t one to leave her room looking unkempt and as she finished running a brush through her long black tresses she smiled at her self in the mirror, the dark haired, dark eyed, heavy eyelinered woman gazed back at her with amusement. She smirked at her self in the large vanity mirror before leaving her apartment. She owned a large apartment in the centre of London; it had three rooms, a kitchen, bathroom and living room/bedroom. One might say it was a rather humble sounding abode for someone like Ofelia but the rooms where large and uncluttered decorated neatly with white and cream walls, carpets and pine furniture. She hated clutter and loved living in the centre of London her apartment was just a step away from the leaky cauldron.

Living on one of the top floors of a large building also had its advantages; she could easily apparate to her desired destination without the bother of the muggles. Grabbing a white cardigan she threw it over her skimpy black dress slid her feet into some wedges and popped her wand into the pocket of her cardigan for safe keeping. She was about to apparate from her apartment when she had second thoughts on her dress, where she was going it wasn’t exactly smart to dress to be noticed like she was. She quickly switched her cardigan for a long black cloak, which tied around her neck in a black bow.

She needed a drink and was keen on catching up with a couple of her fellow death eaters so with a quick turn apparated from her apartment to the quiet lane outside the Hogshead. Pushing open the door her dark eyes scanned around the room, there where a few people in the pub. Three goblins glared at her and she sent them a glare back before marching up to the bar, there was only one other person at the bar and like Ofelia was wearing a black cloak, however was hiding their identity with a hood.

Ofelia was about to order when the cloaked person barked their order at the bar man and Ofelia’s heart sunk. She could recognise that unfeeling cold voice anywhere. It was probably too late for Ofelia to leave without Bellatix Lestrange noticing that she was there…but maybe the woman would leave Ofelia alone and she could continue with her drink in the hope someone worthy of her time would turn up.

Ordering a firewiskey she waited for the barman to return with her drink as she gazed out of one of the dirt-ridden windows towards Hogwarts school. She would be returning their to work next week, not her own choice but the Dark Lord had placed her their so she couldn’t complain.

[Bellatrix Lestrange]

Bellatrix was actually quite relaxed for once, she had no desire to go kill someone and she was feeling rather jubilant, which came as a surprise because most new Bella as a temperamental non-approachable and genuinely quite a nasty person. Infact the only time she was ever known to be nice was when she was torturing some poor mud blood or a blood traitor or even in some cases a half blood (although that didn’t happen often due to the fact that half bloods were supposed to be tolerable). Even as Bellatrix had sunk into relaxation she was still very much alert and the slightest sound could set her off. You could describe Mrs Lestrange as caesium just about to be put into water and when she was in the water BANG all hell broke loose.


A wand lay lightly in one hand just incase someone needed to be seen to, it was unlikely to happen it was past curfew and no blood traitor would dare step in the hogshead. Not with the like’s of Bellatrix, Yaxley (a brutal faced death eater with a cookie jar) and of course Fenir who was biding his time before full moon in a few days. These three were almost the elite death eaters, all three had been serving the dark lord for 20 years or more, it was an impressive record to say the least. Fenir a werewolf, yaxley with a way for orders and Bellatrix, need we say more? So now we have those three in the Hogshead you wouldn’t think anything interesting would happen would you?

Bella watched people enter and exit the pub, her head lay rested on one hand as she took an occasional drink. The door opened again and her head lifted up to see who it was. Her eyes narrowed again, it was that half-wit Ofelia Cruz. Bellatrix pushed herself up from the table and walked over to Offelia’s table with a subtle smirk etched across her face. Bellatrix had never liked Ofelia even though she had worked with her on many tasks. Bellatrix was always in command due to the fact that she was the dark Lords most loyal servant and his most trusted. Not only that she would of given her life on numerous occasions if the Dark Lord hadn’t stopped her. Bellatrix had never once made a blunder she was the epitome of perfect in Voldemorts books. Pure blood, strong, loyal and talented. What more could he want?

Bellatrix lowered her hood with a disdainful face and sat directly opposite Ofelia. ”Cruz I didn’t expect some like you to be out and about at this time.” it was a small jibe at Ofelia’s heritage, she was a half blood and Bellatrix had never liked the fact that she was accepted for that. She had always taken the opportunity to remind Ofelia how inferior she was to herself. Bella had always taken pride in making those of whom she did not like lives living hell.

[Ofelia Cruz]

Infierno sangriento…Ofelia thought to herself as Bellatrix Lestrange approached her table and sat down. Ofelia knew only too well the woman wouldn’t talk to her directly unless it was mock or aggravate her. She also knew Bellatrix would not dare harm her as she was rising in the Dark Lords opinions and for Bellatrix to turn against Ofelia now would be disobeying the Dark Lords wishes, and Ofelia knew Bellatrix would never do that.

Ofelia took a sip of her firewhiskey as she surveyed Bellatrix with her dark eyes, the woman Ofelia knew wasn’t exactly mentally stable. She didn’t know why nor care what had driven Bella to the point of insanity she was at but Ofelia had often seen the repercussions of Bella’s diseased mind.

Ofelia replied to Bella smoothly meet her gaze with a steely look “Actually I’m more surprised to see you here Lestrange, what did you have to do to escape your husband?” she asked with a smirk. Working with Bella a couple of times she had picked up of a few things, under currents between her and her husband. Bella of course had tried to disguise it but Ofelia was very good at picking these things up.

Ofelia didn’t envy Bella’s relationship; Ofelia was a free spirit and loved her freedom. She loved being able to go where she wanted and do what she wanted.

Ofelia was comforted to know her wand was tucked safely in her cloak pocket, she adored her wand it was unusual a rare kind, unicorn tail hair and Ofelia treasured it. She took another sip of her drink and looked back to Bella her upper lip curling into a crude smile “Did you want something?” she asked sincerely as she pushed her long black locks from her face.

Espero que ella se marche pronto….

She thought again, Ofelia often thought in her natural dialect Spanish and sometimes without realising it she let some of the phrases slip.

Ofelia’s eyes dared to wander back to the school for a second, she knew with Bella that you had to be on high alert, however she was not in the mood Bella’s twisted mind games and Ofelia had just wanted to come out for a drink and maybe catch up with some death eaters she could actually tolerate. Bellatrix was not one of them.

Sighing inwardly she returned her attention once more to the woman sit opposite her and she watched her with contempt.

[Bellatrix Lestrange]

I’m more surprised to see you here Lestrange, what did you have to do to escape your husband?” Bellatrix let out a low growl. It was not the half bloods place to make an inference to Bella’s relationship with her husband. Even if it was a well known fact that Bellatrix and Roldolphus shared no love except maybe the odd midnight tryst, it didn’t mean that Ofelia could comment on that as she please. ”That Cruz is none of your business.” Bellatrix tilted her angled nose upward’s slightly in an act of arrogance. Bellatrix and her sister had always walked with upturned noses, it was a habit learnt from their mother. ”Girls you must always show that you are superior to the minor beings and filth.” of course they took to the idea straight away.

Bellatrix returned the glare that seemed to be burning through her. Ofelia was probably most the most annoying person that Bellatrix had ever met excluding her Mother and her Sister. One would think that maybe Cruz would learn to respect her elders after all Bellatrix was ten years older then Ofelia who was only 35 years old. Bellatrix wiped some of her uncontrollable hair from her face.

At the age of forty five Bellatrix could still pass for a woman in early twenties maybe even younger then that. Then again she always had, had good looks it was a typical Black thing. All of them had it looks and charm. Ok Bellatrix didn’t have charm she was far to begone into the prison walls of her mind to be remotely charming. It would of probably been safer for the general public if Bellatrix had been locked up in St.Mungo’s physc, ward.

”Did you want anything?” This woman knew how to play a little game, she was so subtle in her actions it was horrible to enjure. Bellatrix watched as Ofelia’s eyes flickered back to the school, just for a moment. That was the problem with Bellatrix she was fast in her movements and alert, very alert aswel as observant. You couldn’t let yourself falter for a moment not around Bellatrix Lestrange. ”Wondering what’s happening to the children Cruz, all the little mud bloods that some how perpetrated the walls of the school. They’d be better off dead in my opinion.” Bellatrix spoke with a patronising tone.

[Ofelia Cruz]

”That Cruz is none of your business.” Ofelia looked at Bellatrix unable to keep her eyes from twinkling with amusement, she had hit a slight nerve but Ofelia hadn’t even started if Bellatix kept trying to throw her authority over Ofelia she was going to do all she could to break her, however Ofelia knew she had to be careful as Bellatrix was still a favourite of the Dark Lord.

“I didn’t say it was I was merely stating an observation” she said simply flicking her hair in an disregarding manner. Ofelia loathed the fact Bellatrix thought she was better than Ofelia because she was a Pureblood and Ofelia was a half blood. She had no power over how she was brought into the world, but she did have control on what she did with her life and how she left the world. Ofelia had vowed she would make a difference with her life and she was fighting for a cause she believed in.

She took another sip of her drink draining it, “Fancy another?” she asked Bellatrix taking a note of what she was drinking. One might be unsure as to Ofelia’s intentions to offering to buy Bellatrix a drink but for once they where totally sincere. She wasn’t one to be rude or stingy when money was involved, although she wasn’t sure if Bella would accept, someone who was so against her.

Bellatirx’s reply made Ofelia smile ”Wondering what’s happening to the children Cruz, all the little mud bloods that some how perpetrated the walls of the school. They’d be better off dead in my opinion.” She really had no clue as to why the Dark Lord was accepting mud bloods did she.

“Of course not” she said with a smile, Ofelia was actually worrying about the next week when term started. Her sister a traitor to the cause was starting work at Hogwarts and also her nephew would be starting. This was bothering her, as her nephew was actually her son which she had given up at birth for her sister to adopt. If anyone found out she could only guess they would scorn her for his father was a muggle, of course she had never cared for the muggle she was young and had made a foolish mistake. It was Ofelia’s greatest fear that someone would find out.