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Post by Ardin Crabbe on Feb 15, 2011 22:48:13 GMT -5
Ardin was relieved to have some relaxation. His son was off to Hogwarts again, hopefully off to a good start so that he could pass (it didn't hurt that people like that Hermione Granger weren't there – even he'd heard about that mudblood and her inexplicable skill), his wife was out with some friends, and he... well, okay, he wasn't going to be relaxing for all that long. He started out leaning back in his chair with his leg elevated. It should have been better by now... In fact, it was, but it was something like having a phantom limb. The pain had passed but he could still feel it when he walked a lot. Stupid muggles, maybe they did have a sort of magic he couldn't explain.
Now he was pretty sure he should check into the manor to see if there was anything he could do. After his mistake he had been trying quite hard to make up for it. And not doing that well at it. At least his son and wife wouldn't be wondering why he was out late... Though his wife was rather ungrateful. If he wasn't a Death Eater, they would be in trouble, wouldn't they? And she had the nerve to complain about little things she had to do on her own while he was in Azkaban...
Still thinking about how unfair things were, Crabbe rose to his feet, then apparated near the Manor, but far enough away as to not attract attention. Limping along, he came to the doors, and once allowed inside, glanced around himself. It was quiet... He thought about how Isabella might be doing. If she wasn't a good Death Eater, he would probably be cursed for that too... Since he did think it a good idea to have her join.
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Post by isabella123 on Feb 15, 2011 23:22:12 GMT -5
It had been a long day already and Isabella was at the Malfoy Manor where she had spent most of her time rather than being at home. Juliana had been a pain in her arse. She hated that retched woman to bad she couldn’t kill her off or else she would have done that already. Isabella was in the bathroom at the time when Crabbe Senior had walked in. While in school Isabella new his son somewhat, but never really talked to him they were in the same house that was all. Isabella finally decided to change out of her older clothes into her new ones she had on long sleeves which she wore all of the time because of her mark. She slipped on her jewelry which were snakes she was obsessed with them for some reason. Uh maybe because she was a slytherin also she had a snake tattoo going across her back and up her side that she had gotten a while back. Isabella took one last look into the mirror and smirked at herself fixing her eyeliner. She always wore dark make up, dark eye shadow. Finally she walked out of the bathroom grabbing her back and walking out into the room. She through her bag in the closet in the hallway, walking into the room where Crabbe was. Isabella looked up first she didn’t realize he was there he came in quietly. “Crabbe sir sorry I didn’t realize anyone else was here. I’ve been here all morning.” Isabella told him. Crabbe was one of the ones who had gotten Isabella to join a long with her father. “How are you?” Isabella asked him. Isabella respected the older death eaters she had been one of the youngest so far other than Draco. But she was an Adult now.
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Post by Ardin Crabbe on Feb 15, 2011 23:38:16 GMT -5
Crabbe looked a bit startled when someone addressed him. He would have seen her coming... no, should have seen her coming, but he was so distracted by the fear that it would be Bellatrix or someone nearly as bad approaching to see who was there. At least the house elves were aware that he was one of the Death Eaters and normally didn't draw attention to him. He raised his head and relaxed at who he saw. What a coincidence, as he was only just thinking about her. “Oh, Isabella,” he said in a more kindly voice than he usually used. She had never done anything to deserve him being rude to her, and at this point, he could use anyone around him that didn't feel like kicking him or calling him names. He felt like a teenager again, actually, for all that failure brought him. At least he wasn't Lucius Malfoy.
“Well enough I suppose. Are you here for any specific reason, or just waiting around for something to do?” he asked. She likely wasn't pressured as often to be home because she didn't have a family to support. At least, he hoped not. She was more respectful of herself than a lot of younger people, he thought. Or maybe because she was his friend's daughter he had placed her on a pedestal inadvertently. “I imagine it must be the second, if you've been here since morning.” He nervously ran his hand through his hair, glancing around for Bellatrix. He had never feared her as much as he did now.
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Post by isabella123 on Feb 16, 2011 0:04:22 GMT -5
Isabella looked at Crabbe oddly he seemed jumpy lately maybe because Bellatrix sure she was a little harsh but she was just doing her job. Isabella shook her head and minded her own business with that. She knew when to stay out of the other ones way and such. Isabella nodded when he said “Oh Isabelle.” She hadn’t seen Bellatrix around maybe once but that was all. Bellatrix didn’t frighten Isabella that much really. Of course she hadn’t done anything wrong yet to be put in that position. Isabella started fidgeting with her hair tie in her hair and tightening it running a hand down the rest of her long blonde hair.
Looking at Crabbe she rested her arm up against her side and relaxed. “I was just waiting here for something to do. I’d rather be here than at home. If my father didn’t care for Juliana as much as he did she would have been dead a long time ago. I would have killed her myself.” Isabella said with a soft, short evil laugh. “If you don’t mind me asking but are you looking for someone Crabbe sir?” Isabella asked him as he noticed him looking around.
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Post by Ardin Crabbe on Feb 16, 2011 0:27:12 GMT -5
Crabbe raised his eyebrow a little bit at her anger toward this Juliana. He tended to stay out of other peoples' business but he knew what it was like to sometimes want to kill someone. Actually, often lately, he had thought about killing his wife. But he thought that was healthy for people who had been married for twenty-or-so years. “You have to get better at holding it in, you know. I doubt she's going anywhere. Just like my lady. She's there whenever I turn around in the house, but I haven't given her the green light, if you know what I mean.”
He looked startled that she would ask him straight out like that. “I'm... Well, I was hoping that I wouldn't run across Bellatrix,” he said quietly, sure that she would be able to hear him from wherever in the house she was. “But I'm a man! I can handle it if she comes around. I mean, Lucius Malfoy let Potter get away how many times? We were following him at the Department of Mysteries anyway. Isabella, how about we step out for a butterbeer or something?” he asked, proving right there that he was still afraid.
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Post by isabella123 on Feb 16, 2011 0:55:37 GMT -5
Isabella laughed slightly at his comment about the green light. “Yes, I know what you mean.” She nodded. Maybe she shouldn’t had said anything about Juliana but oh well that doesn’t matter any ways. Isabella shrugged when he had brought up Bellatrix. “Oh I’m assuming she is around here somewhere, I think I’ve seen her once this morning but I just minded my own business." The thought of Harry wanted her to puke. She hated the boy with a passion she remembered a couple of run ins with the boy while she was in school. “Stupid Potter.” She muttered to herself rolling her eyes and looked back up to him. “We'll get Potter eventually it’s just a matter of time.” Isabella explained. When he asked her if she wanted to step out for a butter beer or something. “Sure that sounds good I could use a drink right about now.” Isabella told him looking over to the door. “Where would you like to go three broom sticks?” She asked grabbing her cloak off of the chair and slipping it on putting her hood up.
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Post by Ardin Crabbe on Feb 16, 2011 1:15:03 GMT -5
Crabbe frowned a little bit when Isabella said that Bellatrix was around there somewhere. He knew that she was there, but it nade him uneasy to have confirmation. “Probably smart for you, so that she doesn't decide to practice any spells on you,” he muttered quietly. When she said 'stupid Potter' a wave of irritation at the boy overtook him. “Wandering around during the summer in a muggle neighborhood, that is pretty stupid. I thought that after so many years the kid would get a braincell working, but apparently not. If Goyle hadn't been there I naturally would have gotten the boy.” He shook his head.
He knew that he was dressed more than well enough for a visit to the Three Broomsticks. He was in what would be the wizard's version of a nice suit, green lining under the cloak in the back. He shrugged a little. “Alright. The Three Broomsticks it is.” He wondered why she was being so secretive. They had run of the world at this point, what did it matter if they were spotted getting a drink? He thought of offering his arm to her, then thought she might find the action creepy and instead just went ahead. Upon arrival, the place was nearly empty.
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Post by isabella123 on Feb 16, 2011 1:56:07 GMT -5
Isabella put a smirk on her face when he mentioned that so she didn’t decide to practice any spells on her. Actually Isabella never thought of that till now. Good thing she stayed away from Bellatrix mostly. “You have a good point there.” Isabella said to him and nodded. “I know he has no brain trust me I went to school with the boy.” She rolled her eyes. She couldn’t wait till they captured the boy and he was dead. Isabella smirked sliding her hands in her pockets as he said that was fine with The Three Broom Sticks. They had left the Malfoy Manor and finally arrived. It wasn’t that Isabella was being secretive it was just that she always was used to wearing her cloak. She never saw the Three Broom Sticks this empty before without the students running around the place just seemed so dead. Isabella sat up at the bar taking her hood off and her clock and sat it down on the seat next to her. She looked at the waiter. “Fire whiskey and whatever he wants.” Isabelle said.
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Post by Ardin Crabbe on Feb 16, 2011 2:08:36 GMT -5
Before Crabbe remembered that he was trying to be nice to her, he made a face. “Don't you remember? I did say I wanted to get butterbeer.” Nevermind that it was seen as a child's drink. While he was thinking about his younger days due to being bullied (in his opinion) and being around someone younger, he saw no reason why he shouldn't indulge his sudden need for the light stuff. “I don't want to get my head on wrong. She'll know when she sees me and think I've been having some jolly time on my own.” He tapped his hand on the bar until he was given the butterbeer. He didn't thank the waiter, and instead looked at Isabella. “I keep forgetting that you're old enough to be out of school. Not that I would have recommended someone younger to become... well...” He glared at the waiter and others around. “I wouldn't have recommended you. I was going to ask about my son but naturally you wouldn't know. Poor boy, had to be alone with his mum while I was locked away. I've set things right, I have. As far as I can alone.” He shrugged, taking a swig of his new drink.
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Post by isabella123 on Feb 16, 2011 2:35:16 GMT -5
Isabella’s eyes widened not in fright just the way he said it. She was used to it anyways being around death eaters all of the time. She slightly rolled her eyes looking at Crabbe then back at the waiter. “Butterbeer.” She said and then threw the money on the table and the waiter taking it. Isabella sighed drinking her fire whiskey and ordering another. “Umm right.” Was all Isabella could say as she glanced over to his tapping hands on the bar until he got his butterbeer. She felt a little bit of the tension. Isabella glanced around the room as he started talking again. “Yes well if I was in school I wouldn’t be here would I?” Isabella asked. She spoke a harshly a bit being slightly irritated. But she kept it under control. From when I was in school though he seemed fine though I didn’t talk to him much since he was younger.” Isabella shrugged tapping her fingers on the side of the class of her drink. “He always hung out with Draco and Goyle he seemed content.”
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Post by Ardin Crabbe on Feb 16, 2011 23:18:22 GMT -5
Crabbe noticed Isabella's reaction and felt a little bit ashamed after the fact. “Sorry, darling. You're probably too young to know, but getting old is the worst thing that could happen to a person.” He sighed deeply, looking at his butterbeer. “Makes you mad, too, Azkaban does. You'll likely not have to worry about that, now that the Dark Lord is in business.” He looked pleased about that, apparently not giving in to the fact that the dark lord might fall again. He thought it was different this time. They had never gotten so far before. “I suppose you wouldn't,” Crabbe said in an equally harsh voice, though it became clear before long that already the butterbeer was calming him, and though he spoke his words harshly there was definitely a hint of pleasure in it. That he could be rude to her and not mean it, perhaps. “Draco and Goyle... Hmm, funny that the blond brat leads the pack. Not that I'm surprised, it was all the same when I was younger,” he admitted. “Who were your friends back then?”
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Post by isabella123 on Feb 17, 2011 1:53:08 GMT -5
Isabella let out a slight laugh but it was still cold. "Don't remind me, I really don't want to get old." Isabella said sure she was Twenty but every year there was another year added on and becoming older. Isabella shook her head at that thought. She started twisting a piece of her hair around her finger drinking the rest of the fire whisky. Isabella wasn't a light weight so she ordered herself another giving the waiter money for it. Was Crabbe that stupid talking about the dark lord and being in Askaban outside in public like that with other people were around. "I suggest you shouldn't talk about that while other peoe are around. Someone might over hear." Isabella said glancing hr eyes quickly around the room then back to Crabbe. She let go of twisting her hair around her finger. It was sortof a habit of hers. With a slight pause she quickly spoke again. "Well I hope I don't."
"I guess I wouldn't." They were both talking harshly back to eachother at this point but she didn't care. Isabella sighed finishing this drink. "Well Draco isn't to bad I don't think so. I wouldn't say that around Lucious either." Isabella shrugged. "He always thought he ran the Slytherins anyways." Isabella rolled her eyes. When he asked her who her friends were she was a bit surprised. She was not going to bring up that stupid muggle born that she dated. She thought hopefully he would be dead right now. Stupid mudblood she thought shaking her head running a hand through the back of her hair. "Well my best friend was Korin she was a little crazy psychotic actually she was in Slytherin as well. But I was the only one who understood her and new all of her secrets. Other than that well I had my brother as well but pretty much on my own. Out of the other ones I was pretty close with Blaize Zambini only he was younger than I am."
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Post by Ardin Crabbe on Feb 17, 2011 2:54:49 GMT -5
Crabbe looked at Isabella like she was a few hippogriffs short of a herd. To comment on age like that when she was so young! Why, he had just been married at her age. Alright, that comment did make him feel like he was older, but at the same time, things had been a lot different back then. He had yet to see Azkaban, and actually, the Death Eater business didn't seem quite as serious as it was now. It was all fun and games, killing muggles and whatnot. Still, he was impressed that she was drinking so much for her age. He was going to comment on that when Isabella mentioned the Dark Lord and his own time in Azkaban. “Why are you so worried? There's nothing that can hurt me now. People upholding the old law?” He gave a low, empty laugh. “They're no one. We don't have to hide in the shadows anymore.” He was confident in their ranks now. He leaned over to whisper. “Besides, I'm an escapee. They already know where my loyalty lies. Thanks to Lucius Malfoy.” Had he just succeeded in getting the prophecy when he was right there maybe Voldemort and the others would have been more keen to get the Death Eaters out of the Ministry before they were caught.
He raised his brow slightly at her comment about Draco. “Oh, I'm not saying that I have anything against him. Actually, without Draco, where would Vincent be? No, I was just commenting. You can't deny that he'd give the common parent grey hair in a month. Good thing he has Lucius for a father.” His emotions about Malfoy the older seemed to keep switching. He idolized him in his youth and carried that to his adulthood, up until the Department of Mysteries. Since then he had lost some respect for him while still idolizing him. It was much like he'd love to murder Goyle Sr. for his abandoning him when their plan went awry over the summer, but he wouldn't go so far as to say that they were no longer friends. “Blaise Zabini... He's the one with the mother, right?” he asked, referring to her reputation rather than the simple fact that Blaise HAD a mother. But his way of talking made that sentence seem a bit silly. “Ah, Desideria. She really is something. I would give up my long life with the missus for a short one with her.” He chuckled at the talk about Blaise's mother's suspicious fortunes. “What sort of a boy was Blaise, anyway? I haven't really met him.”
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Post by isabella123 on Feb 17, 2011 9:28:40 GMT -5
Finishing this drink again she looked at him. Sure he was right she didn't know why she was worried so much. Was she worried? She didn't think she was but just to talk about it at a public place. Nevermind Isabella thought shaking her head. "Well I guess you have a point. We do have the upper ranks in our hands." Isabella said and slightly smiled. "I know where my loyalties lie as well." She stated. Glancing around she still couldn't believe that there weren't a lot of people in here but, it was actually nice. Isabella was just hoping she would never get caught by anyone.
She laughed at the comment Crabbe made about Draco. Isabella thought to hersel that Vincent was a little pathetic but was certainly not going to say anything with Crabbe being right there. She didn't like the kid he was rather um well annoying watching thoughs two follow Draco around like a lost puppy. "True." Isabella said she didn't say anything else about that she just stayed quiet and nodded.
"Uh yeah." Isabella said as he said about Blaise rolling her eyes. "Crabbe I think that is way too much information for me to here. But I'm pretty sure she would." Isabella said with a chuckle. Omg did she really just say that? Wow Isabella. One thing about Isabella she hadn't even done that yet she was still a well you know. But know one knew at all. "He was quiet was off on his own mostly he was nice. Well to me anyways. He was friends with Draco and hung around him but was off on his own mostly." Isabella shrugged. She thought about it maybe since she hadn't talked to Blaise in a while she should write him a letter. Knowing Snape he has them locked up in the school not allowing to go anywhere.
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Post by Ardin Crabbe on Feb 19, 2011 0:09:53 GMT -5
Ardin was finally ordering his second butterbeer, more relaxed looking by far than he'd been when they first arrived. He didn't fear people overhearing them. Perhaps it was a little too confident of him but if the Dark Lord had gotten Dumbledore out of the way, then who did they really have to fear? “Most people are too cowardly to do anything – even report us. Look around you. Some of them are looking this way as if they know something, but do you see anyone jumping up to get anyone? I don't.” He chuckled at how very hypocritical most people were. “Anyway, I know a fair bit of magic so if something were to come up, I could handle it.” He still believed that despite the fact that Harry had gotten away. He didn't go without being hurt.
He didn't care about her reaction to the comments that he made about Blaise's mother. He was only stating why he should remember someone like Blaise Zabini, a Hogwarts student with no known Death Eater relation. “You're an adult, that was not very much information at all.” He smirked at what she said though. “Well, if I want to be lucky number eight.” He rested his chin on his hand, looking behind the bar but at nothing in particular. “Yeah. The kid always seemed polite when I ran across him. That is, and you would know, sometimes we have to get together to keep sane.” He was referring to purebloods, not the Zabini family and himself in specific. When the Dark Lord lost power, though, they were afraid to associate too closely with each other due to possible suspicion.
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