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theworsesister in hp_sympathy

Movin' on in

Jun 23, 2007 14:21

Place: Yaxley's Flat
Date: August 2nd
Time: 10:00 am

( Bellatrix's pile of luggage was like her social stature: very, very high. )

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call_me_ibrahim June 23 2007, 19:48:53 UTC

Ibrahim was woken by the sparks. He had fallen asleep on the couch (collapsed from exhaustion, of course) on top of a pile of flattened, empty cardboard boxes. His possessions had been unpacked and distributed in their appropriate places around his flat after one frenzied night of organizing. Nothing stops procrastination like knowing one is going to have to bunk with a loony for-- well, hopefully not indefinitely. One eye open, he regarded a clock on the wall with some horror. Ten already... Shit.

He looked out the window and, after spotting the sparks' source, let out a few choice oaths. Lestrange. Of course. They were in Arabic, but their tone immediately translated; something along the lines of 'Oh, God, why meAfter a quick change of clothes and a scamper down the building's stairs, Ibrahim found himself before Lestrange. He looked up briefly at the pile of luggage and sighed. "Decided to pack lightly, have we?" He didn't normally revert to sarcasm, but still missing those essential starts to a day (coffee and a cigarette, of ( ... )

theworsesister June 23 2007, 23:00:27 UTC

"A lady needs certain things," Bellatrix sniffed, placing her hands defiantly on her hips. Brought up amongst wealth and materialism in the extreme, the concept of "less is more" never entered her mind. To her mind, she had brought only the barest bones for survival.

"Are you going to help me, or shall we stand here all day in the street?"

call_me_ibrahim June 23 2007, 23:12:03 UTC

He shut his eyes to, once again, keep from rolling them. "Right. Okay. Good luck fitting all of this in your room, but alright."

Help her... help her? For God's sake, was she too ladylike to flick her wand? If it had been him having to carry all her shite up the stairs, he just might have been able to see her reasoning (though he wouldn't have disliked the idea any less), but honestly! This was a woman he'd personally seen maim and murder half a dozen wizards at a time without breaking a sweat. Was peacetime supposed to make you feeble?

Nevertheless, he jabbed his wand in the direction of her bags with perhaps a touch more vehemency than he'd intended. The stack shrunk. Her suitcases were now the size of matchboxes. Ibrahim picked them up carefully until he had the whole load in two hands. "There. That wasn't so bad, was it? Would it be too much effort to carry this yourself, or shall I?"

theworsesister June 23 2007, 23:18:42 UTC

"I suppose I'll manage," she sighed, in a tone that clearly said the opposite. But she held out her hands to take them from him anyways. See? She said to herself, and to him. I can compromise. I can lower myself to your station if I must. She never would be carrying her own things if it were Roddy, or Rabastan, or devils help her, even Lucius. He may be a prick, but at least he had class, and he knew how to treat a lady (although she knew he never spoke of her as one). She was forcibly reminded that she was not with one of her cronies, the men she'd known--and controlled--since Hogwarts. This was new territory.

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