Alphonse Mucha Wedding "Strange Days, both real and fictitious"

On the other hand, if I hung was because I pushed to do so (look at

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the corner of his eye xDD) Therefore, it was not written to be hanged, just that because a recent afternoon over a year bored me considerably and I began to write. And this came out. And one day

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lot in class bored and started flipping through my notebook ... and found it xD Nothing besides adding some information about the story itself. "History" is in the February 14, 1969, and revolves around the whe first day of "pre-Death Eater" Bellatrix Black a fresh out of Hogwarts. Everything happens within 24 hours or so. There is a piece of history a tad little rise in pitch, so when you arrive and will contact you. Just in case. In case anyone reads it, I hope you like ^ ^

"a strange day"



"Hearts, angels, and plans oscurillos"


Bellatrix took a long swig of whiskey fire facing a group of wizards and witches who loudly sang happy birthday to a boy about two years.
"rabble idiot" he thought. "I do not even know if that child is born with magical powers ... I would kill myself if mother and discovered that I've had a squib useless son ..." Madame Rosmerta walked past his desk heels vigorously, and Bellatrix were addressed to you a look of hatred. "Look at her ... You believe everything pretty and has an ass ... more like a hippogriff and a nose that looks like a vulture ..."

"Hello Bellatrix.

A male high voice but he coldly hissed in his ear, interrupting his "precious" thoughts.
He turned and saw Lord Voldemort. gorrro of Andean wore a green and blue, a black scarf so long that it dragged on the ground, a black layer of travel on a wizard robe, also nEGRA and fuchsia gloves. As masterful as he had imagined ... obviated if the hat and gloves ... "Good morning, my Lord. Bellatrix whispered making a very slight nod. And struggling to contain his laughter, he added: - I see you come incognito
...- Lord Voldemort nodded with a wink, sat in front of her. Magicians Birthday
started shouting, and the two dark wizards found that the reason was the cake that had just brought to your table a smiling Madame Rosmerta.
Voldemort raised his hand slightly, smiling somewhat frightening (smile he tried to make it look lovely), and Madame Rosmerta approached his table.
- What would you like? - Asked, regardless ofin the monstrosity of a smile.
-A fire whiskey, please Voldemort asked with a friendly tone somewhat forced. Bellatrix, who was sipping a drink at the time, could not suppress a fit of laughter, watching his favorite magician looking like that and those ways, and had to discreetly spit it in her mouth into the glass.
Fortunately, Voldemort did not realize.
"Well, Bellatrix ...- began the magician when Madame Rosmerta away. "You can llamarma
bella.es-Sigiria Bellatrix with a smile.
"Okay, Bella ...-. Voldemort seemed a little annoyed by the interruption .- I thought you would choose a less crowded for us to talk ... Anyway ...-.
"If we want to go to the tea roombears, hearts and cherubs floating Michelin pointed everywhere with their arrows, and occasionally throwing pink confetti on a partner.
Lord Voldemort entered the room with long strides, followed by Bellatrix. As she closed the door, stood Voldemort and Bellatrix thought some trouble with his master that he looked like a tacky site, and therefore not valid to talk to her about black issues.
But the magician, after a few seconds, he walked towards the empty table farthest from the bar. Bellatrix followed, avoiding sugary multiple tables occupied by couples, and sat in front of Voldemort at the table alone. This had to be taken out fuchsia gloves to avoid death by suffocation, as it gave the impressionthat in that place there was no fire but a crematorium. Bellatrix
removed his black robe coat and hung it on the back of his chair, and going to sit stuck an arrow in the eye angel.
He sat angel mentally cursing and rubbing the damaged spot on the sly, hoping that Voldemort had not seen the pathetic scene.
Voldemort showed no signs of having been, as they engaged in avanicarse the face with a hand, scowling.
"My Lord, I believe that we can uncover. I think you will call less attention without the scarf and hat ...- suggested that Bellatrix, seeing the plight of his master.
Voldemort looked at with raised eyebrows (or that would have occurred hadBerlas had), took a slight glance to the sides and finally pulled off the scarf. But the Andean hat green blue and stayed put.
At that moment the waitress came, a fat woman and brown with a pink apron full of white lace.
- What will. dear ones? - asked with a smile.
-A ..- y. firewhisky Voldemort Bellatrix stopped and looked expectantly.
-... and other whiskey fire. Bellatrix snarled, looking with disgust at Madame Pudipié. If the appearance of Madame Rosmerta disliked, that of this woman simply repugnant. "Very well .-
said the waitress. And after taking a nasty glance at Lord Voldemort, he walked away.
Bellatrix Voldemort hoped would not notice the m