angels deserve to DIE,, [marvolo]

[bellatrienne desma lestrange]

"Shit," Bellatrienne Lestrange mumbled as she rushed over to help a customer pick up a glass container they had accidentally pushed off of the ledge it had been sitting on. The old woman who had caused the accident bent over and immediately started to pick up the contents. Bella took pity on the woman because of her age and somewhat fragile appearance, but it still took quite a bit of control to keep from cursing the old hag. As the woman began to appoligize, Bella hushed her and asked her to leave. As soon as she was out the door Bella sighed and pointed her wand at the mess of glass and valerian roots on the ground. "Reparo," she said effortlessly as she watched the container piece itself back together. In not much time at all she gathered all the roots and placed them back to where they belonged.

Bella had spent quiet a bit of time on the Apothecary, and it showed. The first thing the young woman had done when she bought the place was clear everything out and start over. She painted the walls and organized everything. Now when customers came in they found their items much easier because everything was alphabetical. Another improvement was the smell, because of the charm cast over the whole building, it now smelt faintly like violet instead of bad eggs. And business was good lately, not that Bella needed to depend on it. Her father would help her out of any trouble she caused herself, and all she had to do was ask mother for money if things got tight. It wasn't because they loved her, though. They just didn't want a scandal to taint the family name. Neither of them cared that she was passionate about the Apothecary. She had always loved potions, and now she sold basically every available ingredient known to man.

Bella was seated on her chair placed behind the only desk in the room. This was her spot, the place she spent most time at while she was working. It was already starting to get dark outside, the sign that it was almost time for her to leave for the day, so she was mildly annoyed when she heard the front door open. "We'll be closed in fifteen minutes, so you might as well just come back tomorrow," Bella didn't even look up. Hardly anything could surprise her, and the person standing in her doorway didn't really interest her for the moment.

[marvolo augustus lestrange]

“This is the third time in this week you show up with hangovers and an hour late” Marvolo’s boss had said. “You’re so closed to get fired”
Marvolo didn’t listen to what the boss then said. It was properly the usual. It was always the same things he said trying to keep his voice down annoyed for this young man who thought he was too good to this job. True, the boss knew Marvolo was more talented but he was annoyed of the way Marvolo acted. Confident and didn’t take a damn about anything or anyone.
In the end Marvolo was bored and he decided to interrupt his boss.
“If you are so tired of me then fire me” he had said calm and annoyed. He really did have a terrible hangover after a long night partying.
“Maybe I will” the boss has said.
“And we both know you never will fire me. I’m your best photographer” Marvolo had said and smirked. He had leant forward and looked at the boss changeling.
“You know what really annoys me? When a man tries to act like this big mighty man but really is too scared to do anything about what he says. Stop threaten me when you never fire me. You know it doesn’t have any effect on me”
With these words Marvolo had left the office very pleased with himself.

It had happened around noon and the rest of the day Marvolo was apparating from one place to another to take photos. Still with a head ache and with an annoying reporter who thought they were friends. Normally that sort of conversation with a boss would have Marvolo quit his job but this time he couldn’t. He knew what would happen if he quitted the job. His father wouldn’t give him any money so he could keep up his life style.

Marvolo was back in London and was walking in Diagon Alley. The shops were closing and there wasn’t many people on the street anymore. Just a few hurrying home.
He stopped outside the Apothecary and decided to see how his sister was doing because he didn’t know what else to and maybe she had something for his hangover. Really he didn’t understand why she bothered to own the Apothecary. He would never work in a shop and take orders from others. It would be humiliating and absolutely ruining his reputation.
Marvolo opened the door and a little bell announced a costumer had arrived. Marvolo couldn’t think of himself as a costumer in his sister’s shop. It sounded strange.
“Oh Bella darling” he said in a too friendly way “What a nice way to greet people coming into your shop!”
The sarcasm was thick and while he said it he was smiling a smile there could mean anything.
“Remember to treat the costumers like you think they are all so fantastic and you are just their humble servant”

[bellatrienne desma lestrange]

No one in her family really understood why she had bought the Apothecary. She didn't expect them to. Her mother didn't have to do much, even before she married. They were an old family. An respected family, with enough money to support them all without any of them working a day in their life. Bella didn't want that. Even though she did want to marry one day, she didn't want to rely just on her husband, or her family. She wanted to break away from them once and for all. And one day she would prove to all of them that she was worth something. Marvolo had always meant more to her parents. Just because he had a dick. It wasn't fair. Not that she didn't love her brother... because she did. It was just a hard situation. She hated him, but she also would stand up for him and protect him. No harm would ever come to Marvolo Lestrange on her watch. Even though he was far old enough to take care of himself now, all he had to do was send and owl and she would be whever he needed her to be. Her feelings for him were complicated, but she wouldn't have it any other way.

But lately, things were taking a turn. Even though Marvolo was still the Lestrange's prized and adored son in the eyes of the public, their father was beginning to get sick of him. Instead of work for the Ministry he worked as a photographer. Bella was proud of her brother for going about his own way, and not just following what he had been expected to do. But she also liked that her mother called her more often to attend supper or tea at the mansion. It still sickened her that she only mattered when Marvolo fucked up. After she informed her customer that she was closing soon, she expected to hear the door open and slam shut once more, but it didn't. Great. She really didn't want to have to force them to leave. That would be bad for business.

“Oh Bella darling”

Her head shot up. Marvolo? But wasn't he supposed to be at work? Bella scanned his face instantly, noticing his squinting eyes and rough attire. She had heard stories that he spent most of his nights drinking, but she had never really believed them. She always knew Marvolo did whatever the fuck he wanted, but this wasn't what she wanted for him.

“What a nice way to greet people coming into your shop!”

She scowled. Bella knew the over friendly tone of his voice had been false. But you could always hope. And in her case, she always wanted her asshole of a brother to change. She couldn't really blame him though. Bellatrienne Desma Lestrange was a cold hearted bitch. They were very similar, the two of them. If they ever got past their differences they would probably get along.

"Well, if had known it was you I wouldn't have put it that way," She replied while opening the drawer of her register to count its contents. Bella had actually had a pretty good day today. Her profits were small, but they were her own. "I would have said get the fuck out, and don't come back tomorrow." She teased before closing the drawer and placing all the coins in a bag and locking them in her safe.

“Remember to treat the costumers like you think they are all so fantastic and you are just their humble servant”

This comment just plain pissed her off. Most of her customers were of the same families that attended all their dinner parties, and Bella always got an invitation. The most powerful wizards still needed somewhere to go to buy ingredients or they couldn't make potions. "I have never been anyone's humble servant, as you well know. And at least I'm working. Why aren't you at the Prophet?"

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[marvolo augustus lestrange]

Marvolo lit a cigarette not caring whatever his sister would say. He never cared about if his behaviour was unacceptable. Being the only son Marvolo was raised to believe he could do anything and get away with it. His father had celebrated his birth like Marvolo was a Messiah. It wasn’t his fault he was such an asshole.
Marvolo blew out the smoke in perfect circles.
It wasn’t because he didn’t love Bella. Deep, deep down Marvolo respected and loved his older sister but he didn’t know how to show it and he knew it would ruin his reputation if he started having brotherly feelings. It was all about keeping up your image. But sure he was proud of what Bella was doing but he didn’t understand why she did it. It wasn’t because she needed money.
Marvolo hadn’t visited their parents in a while. Every time he did he ended up getting so annoyed with his father he just wished he had the balls to leave the country or to tell their father he didn’t want to work in the ministry just because he said so.

“Of course you would. Always so nice” Marvolo said and laughed. He looked around and made a face. He really didn’t like the apothecary. He never has. He did like making potions but some of the things you used to potions were too disgusting. And some of the things made him nuesea. Really he shouldn't have drunk so much last night.

"I have never been anyone's humble servant, as you well know. And at least I'm working. Why aren't you at the Prophet?"

Marvolo started walking around in the room but stopped when it just made his head hurt more. “Oh you know. The reporter was an ass. Keep talking like we were the best of friends and like I care about his oh so interesting life. Ha! So I decided to leave him in Leeds before I did something to him I don't think the Prophet would be so happy about”
Marvolo rulled his eyes.
"So do you have anything for a hangover?"