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Hell is empty and all the devils are here.
Bellatrix smirked “haven’t you heard darling? we’re the elite."
Stars hide your fires. Let light not see my black and deep desires.
Lestrange grinned and slung one arm over my shoulders “well Bella and I are, but you’re still in school baby blue, so I think as a seventeen year old girl this is the part where you sigh and tell me I'm dreamy.”
Look like the innocent flower, but be the serpent under it.
Aurelia glared peevishly “Did your mother never teach you not to blackmail?” she fired back petulantly stamping her foot.
Expectation is the root of all heartache.
"You're certainly very protective of her," commented Lucius lightly "if she just survived a thirty feet drop I'm sure she can survive me."
Angels are bright still, though the brightest fell.
“You amuse me Miss Black,” he stepped closer so he was whispering in my ear “and I hardly think you mind me ‘terrorising’ you, despite your protests.” His mouth travelled slowly down from my ear along my jaw until it met my mouth.
Some rise by sin and some by virtue fall.
“The devil take composure!” I shrieked again “and the devil take you Mr Malfoy, I hope you rot in hell!”
Passion, I see, is catching.
“Then it is lucky that the devil and I are such close acquaintances.”
The stars above us shall die of fire, devoured by the flames within them.
“Thank you,” he said quietly before he picked up my hands holding them in his own “don't let them destroy you either Cissa; you might think you’re invincible, but you're not and this family is going to the devil. It can’t last; the insanity’s run too strong.”
By that sin fell the angels.
Lucius Malfoy stepped out of the shadows rubbing his forehead “do you always greet guests with flying clocks Narcissa?”
It is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing.
She enveloped him in a hug and then giggled loudly “why Mr Malfoy is that your wand in your robes or are you just happy to see me?”
Give me my robe, put on my crown; I have Immortal longings in me.
“Does a wife putting muggle gunpowder into her husband’s cigars count as overly jealous behaviour?”
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