Whoa after midnight

nothing good comes after midnight

When you play the Devil's game

Nothing fun was happening, and Beatrice rather liked when something fun was happening. She needed to find something to do, something to take pictures of. But she also knew that she had checked in at the paper this morning, and she had completed her assignments for the day, and now she was here. And she thought that lounging around Auntie’s shop was a good idea. There were always people coming and going, and it was better than going back to the Estate by herself. No one else would be home yet. Except maybe Saf, and if she got in her sister’s way one more time this week, she thought that Saffron might just use her blood for an experiment.

She didn’t know what her sister was working on, but without magic she would have thought that things like that would have come to a halt. Somehow, she thought that they had only increased. That she was working even more than she had before. And Beatrice didn’t quite think that. She wasn’t cut out for that sort of life. There was a reason that she wasn’t a Ravenclaw after all. She was not the kind to study just for the sake of knowledge. Her learning at the Şolomanţăe was difference. She was the Blackwood heir. That was something that she poured her heart into.

Learning out here and learning the things that she did not need to know, that was not interesting to her. Even her classes at University were boring compared to the Şolomanţăe. Beatrice would have stayed there for years if it meant that she could have mastered more of their subject matter. Out here, things often seemed mundane, and boring. She would find ways to make it entertaining though, and without the use of her human magic to mask some of her veela qualities, she garnered quite a great amount of attention. From both genders, though it was always the men that tended to drool.

Bea thought that that said something about their mental capacities to start with, but she was amused by it nonetheless. There were plenty of reasons that she wanted magic to come back, and as soon as possible. But she didn’t miss it as much when she was watching them stumble over themselves as they stared at her. It was always nice to be marveled at like that, and she thought that it was great when it happened. They could drool over her all they liked, even if Auntie thought that it was rather unsanitary.

Flicking through the journal that was open in front of her, she was writing down the things that she saw. The observations that she made. They were things that she could use. Things that she could turn into short stories, or anecdotes about the people that she saw here today. Those were the people that she wanted to memorize. The people that she saw every day. It was far more entertaining to people watch than work on her assignment for class anyway.

When someone stopped next to her table Bea lifted her chin so that she could meet their eyes. One more way to hook them in. One more way to engage with someone, that most likely didn’t know why they were talking to her in the first place. It was just a constant reminder to herself that there were muggles about. Not to talk about magic… “Hello. Did you need something?” If they did, they had probably forgotten what it was. She tended to have that effect when she gave someone her full attention.

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I go out waking after midnight
_{searching for you}

It had been a week since his blind date and Clay was still unsure of what to think really. He was no good at dates, that much he knew without a face, and would never really doubt. It made him often wonder how he had managed to get a girlfriend when he had, but then she had been younger than he and maybe a tiny bit impressionable. He needed to forget about all of that though because this was his future. This was the life that he wanted to lead and he had to keep himself focused. Dating would be the largest problem because he did not like to really have to go out to try and meet people. It often felt so forced and being set up usually never worked out so he had given up trying but he knew he had to stop locking himself away if he was ever going to meet anyone.

He ran a hand through his long red hair and sighed softly as he walked through Godric’s Hollow. He was meeting his parents later in the day at their family home and the older woman asked him to bring a Rum Baba. It was her favorite cake and though he didn’t really care for them he had gone to two different bakeries looking for one already. She didn’t want the big ones, she wanted the small little mini ones, and if she didn’t get one it meant that he and Attia were going to have to try and make one, which was just going to be so much fun. He hated baking. He hated most cooking that he had to do, even if it was just for himself. It would explain why he ate out so much really.

This was the last blood place that he was going and he wasn’t really too interested in anything that he saw back there, and he didn’t see the ruddy Babas. Shit. Shit, shit, shit. Running a hand over his face he looked around and saw a blonde woman sitting at a table and stepped towards her. Something about the vibe that she gave off read important so she might know. She spoke and he gave a small smile. ”I’m sorry, miss. “ He started, his brogue rolling off his tongue like caramel. ”I dinnae know if ye would know, bu’ do they sell Rum Baba’s here by chance?”
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WHOA AFTER MIDNIGHT

NOTHING GOOD COMES AFTER MIDNIGHT

WHEN YOU PLAY THE DEVIL'S GAME

She was missing something. She was missing excitement. And Beatrice needed excitement. She needed to be doing something. It was just who she was. She didn’t like to be idle. Idle hands were failing hands. If she wasn’t doing something, then there was the Dark Lord’s work that was being left undone. And she knew that that was just a testament of how she had been raised. Her mothers didn’t tolerate laziness. They were to always find something to do. Even if that something was reading, and learning, they were to all three have been doing something. And that was just who they were. That was what was important.

Idle hands made lesser minds. Honestly, she couldn’t have said where she had heard that one, but Beatrice believed that it was true. It was why, even here watching all of the people milling around her auntie’s shop, she was still working. She was writing. It was school work, yes, but she thought that it was still something to keep the idleness at bay. If she were to just sit and do nothing, she would attract too much attention. She already attracted too much attention in this muggle town with no control over her veela-like qualities.

Perhaps she should have avoided the muggle communities, but Beatrice rather liked seeing men, and women, but mainly the men, stare after her. Mouths open, eyes wide. Their attention was easy enough to catch, and far simpler to keep. She had no problem with the fact that the woman that had brought her into this world was a veela. She was still a Blackwood. She had the strongest claim to be who she was. The Blackwood heiress. The High Priestess in-training. It was rather like she would apprentice at her mother’s side. Learn everything that she would one day need to know.

But it wasn’t that easy. There was nothing easy about any of this. She had her own challenges to face. She had her own problems to deal with. And she knew that they all did. The Blackwoods were a very neutral family. Yes, Mum was a Greengrass, and technically Saffron and Sorrel had been born Rookwoods, but they were Blackwoods now too. They didn’t care about families, or lines. There was only the one family that mattered, and that was theirs. They were the only ones that they looked out for. They were the only ones that they cared about.

Of course, in practice that wasn’t true. They looked out for others. She knew that her mum had some small affection for her cousin as well. The girl, anyway. It wasn’t that mum hated all men, because Saffron’s… Whatever he was, was still alive. But there would always be a preference for women in the Blackwood family. That was just how it went, and that was how it would always be. There was nothing special about it. They were simply matriarchal in this very patriarchal society. But in the end, she thought that it was their devotion to the Dark Lord that would carry them through regardless.

The Death Eaters, silly name that that was, could have their fun reminiscing about the false Dark Lord that they had followed after. But it would never be the same. They would never know the truth of it all. Not like Beatrice did. Not like her mothers did. Or her sisters. Or her aunt. They were special. They were Blackwoods.

Flashing the man, a smile that was oozing with her veela charm she nodded, “They do. I can tell you that for a fact. Can I get you some?” Auntie surely wouldn’t mind if she jumped behind the counter and helped out. Especially if she was praying on some poor man while she was at it. It was just the sort of entertainment that she needed.

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