( OPEN | HONEY I JUST CAN'T CARE )

[SEMELLA ECHO RIDDLE]

YOU CAME OUT OF NOWHERE---*

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Turning the corner rather quickly as she pulled her cloak's hood over her head Semella did not notice anyone of interest following her at that particular moment. Causing her to feel comfortable enough to make her way through the twists and turns that made up the backways from Diagon Alley to none other than Knockturn Alley, a place she frequented more often than most witches or wizards would ever dare. But this place had been like a home to her as a child, her twin would agree as would their brother; their mother, Bellatrix, had been completely oblivious to the dangerous the dark corners and angry stares were for her young children, hardening them before they knew how to hold a wand.

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Despite her expert knowledge regarding Knockturn Alley, as she walked along the lonely cobblestone, Semella found herself rather bored. Noticing that there were only a few homeless beings making their way, keeping as close to the wall as they could rather than near the youngest Riddle sister. No, she was not a death eater. But who wouldn't fear the spawn of Tom Riddle had they been alive in that era? Thinking back on it, every single person that cowered away from the twenty-one year old remembered her father's cold eyes. Swallowing hard Semella finally cracked open the door to a pub and stepped in, releasing the breath she'd been holding and loosening her grip on the wooden stick that seemed to be the key to all things magical for witches and wizards. It was always nerve wracking to her, knowing that people were seeing her father rather than herself. Unlike Meissa, she had serious parent issues; though none were things she would share with anyone. Ever. Out of all things in her world, those were her own private thoughts and memories.

Sliding onto a bar stool gracefully Semella locked eyes with the elderly bartender; his hands calloused and the skin on his neck wrinkling, tattoos covering his arms from shoulder to wrist. This man knew her as well as she knew herself, having babysat Meissa and herself often enough; owing their mother a favor for one reason or another, the man had grown quite attatched to the twins and their brother. Always providing them with help when they'd needed such, a safe haven when they'd been teens. Smiling gently he handed her a mug of firewhiskey and nodded at her, a twinkle in his eyes; Moze had always been like that to her. How could she expect any different. Raising the glass in a respectful gesture Semella nodded back at him before sipping at the harsh liquid that seemed like water to her. The sounds of the pub were completely lost on the youngest Riddle as she stared out the window, clouds swirling over the Diagon Alley shoppers, causing a small smirk to cross her lips. That is until someone found themselves seated beside her, their scent sticking in her mind like she couldn't believe.[/blockquote]

TAGS--* anyone
OUTFIT--* here !
WORDS--* five hundred and fifteen
LYRICS--* hinder --heaven sent
CREDIT--* MEELA! at CAUTION 2.0 ?!
NOTES--* let's make this interesting, shall we?[/size][/font]

[MEISSA AURELIA RIDDLE]

JUST DROPPING OUT OF THIN AIR---*
You came out of nowhere right out of the blue

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The streets of London had always been a distasteful place for any girl such as herself to be, and as the harsh sun beat down upon the inhabitants of the great City, the situation could hardly get any worse. From each disgusting vermin that passed her, the radiation of heat was unbearable, mating ashamedly with the stench that rose from their sweat soaked bodies. How could anyone rightly argue for such a disgraceful mar on this beautiful earth when all they did was lumber along, chatting excitedly about mundane subjects such as the potential winners of their favourite reality television show. Did they have no goals in their lives? Or was buying those lurid outfits that decked their bodies in yards of man made fibres such as nylon that slid over their body like slime, achievement enough. There was no fashion or beauty in the world of muggles, and the itch that stretched up the slender arm of the brunette woman that for all to see looked like a respectable lady of leisure out for a walk, was enough to annihilate every last one of their plague.

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The destination that had brought her to such low levels, was of course not visible to the eyes of the herd that surrounded her, seeking to imprint their disgusting fluids on her superior skin with every move, but hidden from view behind a small red brick wall behind the pub that rose up from her right. Eager to slip away from the harsh summer sunshine and the swarms of vile drones, she stepped under the eaves of the old fashioned establishment, pushing open the solid wooden door with her elbow so to avoid touching the shiny and visibly sweat covered surface. Once inside she wiped the exposed skin of her elbow vigorously with a silk hankerchief she had deftly pulled from the pocket of her expensive bag. Though every eye that worked in the small hovel was fixed fearfully on the form of her slender body as she cut her way through the crowded bar, her gaze did not leave the door that led to the small courtyard. No one of interest would linger in such a place and the terror and unsurety in their eyes would be echoed tenfold by each and every man and woman she encountered behind that magical wall.[/color]

Pushing once more through a less used back door, the sun greeted her eagerly, beating down against her tawny skin in a defiant way that made her certain it would be unrelenting for the remainder of the afternoon. Drawing level with a deceivingly blank piece of red bricked wall, she halted her progress, the cutting sound of her heels that had followed her since she left the house that morning suddenly coming to a stop. As harsh silence settled around her, from the folds of her coral coloured dress she brought a thin dark stick of wood. To anyone that was barely worthy of her time though, the wand was so much more than just a length of wood, and as she twirled it expertly but unnecessarily it was obvious that the girl that wielded such an instrument was far more dangerous than her delicate and beautiful features suggested. A small hollow sound filled the air as wand collided with brick over and over until the result she wanted began to show. As brick after brick moved impossibly over each other, repositioning themselves quickly elsewhere the girl waited patiently until a doorway the height of herself appeared before her.[/color]

Without a second thought she stepped quickly through, the sound of her heels shouting out once again, this time to blend in with the slightly less mundane chatter about cauldrons and Quidditch that filled her ears from the now magical drones that swarmed up to meet her. As within the pub, the crowds were fixing her with nervous glances, some regarding her with outright fear whilst mothers hid their children behind their skirts in an ironic mirror of puritan women protecting their own from witches.[/color]

Disinterest was once more evident in her face as she wasted little time pushing through the people that sought to slow her down. Each eye that followed her already knew her destination, whether through guesswork or paranoia and none were prepared to hinder her on a day such as this. Once the nasty little Riddle girl had passed they were all ready to get back on with their nice little lives and buy their nice little robes for their nice little parties. It was all very pathetic and barely crossed her mind as she disappeared into the gloomy passageway that lead to the unsavory cobblestones of of Knockturn Alley. [/color]

Meetings such as this, anonymous or otherwise were common in the day to day life of Meissa Riddle, whether it be for recruitment of a new member to their ranks or simply for some information that more often than not turned out to be pointless and mundane, she never missed up the opportunity. Since she had been small her need for order and promptness had been evident, she had grown beyond her years at a rate that excelled both her siblings, the daughter in the family that was destined to become as great as her Mother. Yet her painful need for being on time had been in vain as she had received a note before leaving that had informed her the man she was supposed to be meeting would be late. Lateness was intolerable to her and she would not have her day wasted, hence the lack of change in her plans that had brought her to the slightly more interesting public house on the gloomy corner of Diagon Alley.[/color]

Pushing open another door, and hoping idly that this would be her last, Meissa stepped into the darkness that settled eternally over the patrons that chose this as their watering hole. Nodding greetings with little interest at every foot, the eldest daughter of Bellatrix Lestrange and Tom Riddle neared the sticky surfaced bar and the man that had already bedecked his face with a grin that split him ear to ear. Matching it with slightly less enthusiasm but matching warmth, she drew equal with the lines of stools that lined the mahogany bar and much to her surprise, her twin sister.[/color]

WWhat brings you here today dear sister? The alcoholism or the need for company?To any other who heard the words from her lips, it would appear her words were cruel and hurtful, but there was little the girls could ever say to each other to break through the thick skin they had developed. They simply had a different sense of humor from most people, and who wouldn't, growing up in the house that they had?

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TAGS--* The Perfect Misses Riddle
OUTFIT--* here !
WORDS--* one thousand one hundred and ten
LYRICS--* hinder --heaven sent
CREDIT--* MEELA! at CAUTION 2.0 ?!
NOTES--* I matched you and oh, let's! I know it's unnecessarily long haha you don't need to match it[/size][/font]

[SEMELLA ECHO RIDDLE]

YOU CAME OUT OF NOWHERE---*

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Semella had no patience for the people that stared at her. Some sort of strange adoration set into their expressions as they registered who she was, who her family was. They were legends, to say the least, and the Riddle children held more power than anyone in that room could have even fathomed. Perhaps that is why she brushed it off, she could destroy them in seconds and no one would be able to stop her. Taking another sip of her firewhiskey, ignoring the urge to scrunch her nose at the harsh taste Semella looked to her side, gazing straight into the cold eyes of her sister. The eyes that could match hers with the same hatred for the rest of the world.

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Moze walked over quickly, sliding a glass towards the eldest Riddle girl and refilling Semella's before he dashed off to help the other's that found themselves inside the pub. Alcoholism was my first choice. She said blandly, holding her glass to her lips and taking a deep drink, the liquor burning her senses, something she enjoyed far more than any twenty-one year old female should. It seems I've gained the grandest company I could find though, what brings you to the depths of our father's favorite alley? She asked coolly, setting the glass back on the bar whilst her fingertip traced the rim of the glass; a nervous habit she'd developed as a child while she would hold her mother's glass. All the while Bellatrix would be cursing someone or doing something equally as cruel.

Glancing around the pub with a look of utter disinterest Semella noted each person's fear of the twins. Most beings were fearful of being in the same space as the girls whilst they were together. If one thought their power was beyond belief when they were alone, imagine what they were capable of whilst together. Have you visited our dear father as of late? Semella questioned, studying Meissa's appearance and posture. She was not happy, this she could sense without trying. There was something going on involving the Death Eater's that she was sure her twin would soon share with her. After all, Semella was the closest person to Meissa, whether they got on all the time or not. If one were to mess with the youngest Riddle child, they would wish they were dead beyond anything they'd ever imagined.

The only person that could match Semella in a battle of wits and wands was her twin sister. The two had spent many a night cursing one another til the other begged for one to stop. Semella matched her sister in powers and cruelty, she simply had chosen not to walk the same path as her father; hating the man as much as she did stopped her from following by her sister in the dream that she so agreed with. It may not have made sense to anyone else, but Mess understood and Semella was all too aware of this. Sipping at her drink she looked towards her sister, sighing slowly as the liquor burned her insides this time. The feeling very much like an orgasm. Someone late today? She questioned, a coy smile crossing her lips before taking another sip at her drink. Moze filling them up every few minutes, fear and admiration gripping his expression.[/blockquote]


TAGS--* The Perfect Misses Riddle
OUTFIT--* here !
WORDS--* six hundred and sixty
LYRICS--* hinder --heaven sent
CREDIT--* MEELA! at CAUTION 2.0 ?!
NOTES--* let's make this interesting, shall we?[/size][/font]

[MEISSA AURELIA RIDDLE]

JUST DROPPING OUT OF THIN AIR---*
You came out of nowhere right out of the blue

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If her mind had been directed towards where it should have been at that moment of time, her feet surely would not have carried her quite so swiftly into the dingy atmosphere that was on of the many pubs that lined the infamous alleyway. The need for distraction was not one that she craved at this moment and there were plenty of things she could have given her attention that were much more pressing than allowing herself the liberty of enjoying a drink or two. Once she had stepped through that door however, there was no turning back, indecision was a weakness and to allow the many people that sat hidden by the darkness that swallowed each corner to see such a sight would be more than disastrous for a woman such as herself. Mutinies came swiftly and effectively, many believing a woman such as herself could not hold her ground, and though the idea that anyone could hold an arrogance that great as to believe she could be removed, fighting was not on her agenda for the moment.

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Sitting herself precariously upon the stool that was reserved for such a person as herself, she watched as the cold glass of whiskey was set before her. The small pool of honey coloured liquor rippled for a moment as it absorbed the shock from its fall before settling once more into a flawless, shining reflection of herself, discolored, but no less perfect. Meissa, however did not reach for the glass, but instead ignored it, giving the heavily tattoo'd man behind the bar a small nod of thanks, it was well known that out of the two sisters, she was the least emotional, least warm of them and there were few who understood her expressions of emotion when they came, one of those people was the man who stood before her, currently wiping the inside of a large glass with a less than clean dishrag.[/color]

At the vocal expression of her sister she turned those dark eyes of hers, so like the hooded pair her mother owned, onto the girl beside her. There was something about the girls that made them so painfully different, but they would always be united under one great cause, one that their father had tried so hard to bring into the light all that time ago. Of course there would always be other links between themselves that made themselves love each other unconditionally, but they had their own ways of showing it, hugs and kisses and girly giggles as they exchanged news of boys they had crushes on was definitely not the way the Riddle girls acted, they preferred wit and intellectual conversation whilst they slowly slid into the wave of alcohol that was often poured down the throats, seeking to drown them and forever keep them in its embrace. Good choice.[/color]

Many believed that flattery in any form would get you nowhere, but within their household it was entirely untrue, a kind word or calculated compliment could get you anywhere and both knew this, so as the words slipped from her sisters mouth she allowed a small smile to curl the edges of her perfectly lined blood red lips. It seems we are both lucky, with a hint of amusement dancing her eyes she glanced down at her drink, pondering whether or not she really wanted to feel the touch of intoxication this early. Though it is always fun to give the masses a show her words were clearly directed at the many people who sat with their eyes fixed on the two sisters at the bar. The next question was slightly more difficult, Meissa knew how her sister saw her little meetings with strangers, she thought it pointless and silly, after all if they were of importance why would they hide away. I came to meet a friend, unfortunately he's running late the succint answer was pleasingly vague and she hoped Semela would dismiss the friend as being Malleus or at least Geoffrey..[/color]

It was quite intriguing to watch the girls from afar as they held a conversation, both with nothing but a complete lack of interest and disdain painted on their faces as they faced the world they put so little stock into. It was so easy to dismiss them as two strangers with little better to do than chat, but it was a foolish assumption that would rarely do you well. When the subject turned to their father however, the situation turned decidedly icy. There was no secret amongst those lucky enough to know the family that Semella had a far from love filled relationship with their Father, and it had never been something Meissa had agreed with, but it was too trivial for them to fall out over so they rarely mentioned it. I saw him yesterday there was little point in posing the same question back so she instead continued He is doing well of course no one could be doing well in that place, but the fact that their father hung on was a comforting thought to her. [/color]

Eager for a distraction she finally raised the cool glass to her lips, enjoying the feel of the smooth clean surface in her hands, a luxury reserved for few but she and her sister. Taking a mouthful she felt the liquid hit the back of her throat with a burning as intense as any she could conjure from the tip of her wand. Of course she would not show it and as the liquor descended her throat her mouth was already set in a small smile, Semella did so know how much Meissa hated those who were tardy. Unfortunately it seemed they misplaced their common courtesy.

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TAGS--* The Perfect Misses Riddle
OUTFIT--* here !
WORDS--* 955
LYRICS--* hinder --heaven sent
CREDIT--* MEELA! at CAUTION 2.0 ?!
NOTES--* they should kill someone :') jokes ofc[/size][/font]

[SEMELLA ECHO RIDDLE]

YOU CAME OUT OF NOWHERE---*

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It was always something to stare at, the twin Riddle girls sitting side by side in the pub that had once been their father's favorite. What was more interesting was how the two react to everyone's judgemental or fearful stares; knowing they deserved them far more than anyone else. Their brother being the only one to rival their gifts, their talent, and their cruelty. When it comes to luck, aren't we always? We're royalty in the wizarding world. Perhaps it was the alcohol or the knowledge that she hadn't seen her sister in far too long, but Semella chose to point out such a fact regardless of it's obviousness. Finishing the glass of liquor with minimal effort Semella set it upside down at Moze's end of the bar; signaling that she was in no mood for anymore for the time being.

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The stares were increasing as more entered the pub. The fear and tension rising, tickeling Semella silly considering she and her sister were the soul reasons for these feelings filtering through the atmostphere. As Meissa's eyes locked with hers, she couldn't help but give a very soft, coy smile towards her sister. Knowing that despite their differences, the paths they chose, and everything in between, they stood side by side regardless. Meissa held so much of their mother in her; right down to the way she moved her body. She did not hold emotion often, if ever. Whereas, Semella found herself caring here and there, though the occasion was rare. After all, she was still a Riddle and she was still a woman to be feared whether anyone believed so on sight or not.

A familiar haze began to flutter across Semella's sense, however dull it may have been. My dear, I'm sure the masses could not handle such a show. She commented coolly, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear and sighing lightly. Bored with the atmostphere but her thrill at being near her sister keeping her planted to the chair; though looking upon the two women one would be convinced that they were sworn enemies. It was simply how they'd been raised; to show no emotion, to make sure that there was no weakness within them. Considering who they were, once again, there was no doubting the importance of this fact. If they had been weak, their family and the wizarding world would have fallen in so many ways. Perhaps he should keep to himself. Semella remarked regarding her father, reaching forward towards her sister's glass and grasping it in her own hand. Taking a small sip she handed it back, knowing full well any other person would've been under the influence of the cruciatus curse if they'd done such a thing. Another 'perk' of being they youngest in the most fearful family of the wizarding world.

Raising a brow, Semella took note of her sister's annoyance at the person who would dare be late for a meeting with her. It certainly wasn't someone that they knew well, for anyone that was in deep with the family of Riddle would never dare irritate one of the sister's. Ever. And who is the fool who dares to annoy my dear sister? Semella ventured, figuring Meissa wanted her to drop it rather than push, but she knew her twin ... just as she knew her. And regardless of Semella's stance on their father, their family and everything in between... Meissa always ended up sharing what was going on with her twin. Because even the strongest of women needed a confidane. Who better than her twin?

As the sister's spoke in close confidence, sipping at a drink here and there, a man in the corner shivered with fear. He reaked of it, causing Semella to sniff several times. Glancing towards Meissa she gave her a look, one eyebrow arching upward with an expression only her twin could read. They could smell fear, sense it, and they thrived on it. Glancing around she noticed the man, her penetrating green eyes locking him with a look of harsh violence. May I help you? She spat slowly, her words tinted with the voice of a snake. Only the daughter of Riddle [/blockquote]

TAGS--* anyone
OUTFIT--* here !
WORDS--* eight hundred and thirty three
LYRICS--* hinder --heaven sent
CREDIT--* MEELA! at CAUTION 2.0 ?!
NOTES--*or at least put someone in their place ![/size][/font]

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The chill in the night air caused a shiver to run down Cadenriel's spine with spider's down a web. It wasn't winter, not even close, yet the temperature had dropped significantly that night. Caden wouldn't even be out if it weren't for a few auror's whom invited him for a drink at the Leaky Cauldron. They had won a big case that day and they all wanted to get drunk. Caden would never be seen with his aurors outside of the workforce on any normal day, but he needed a break. So he hesitantly agreed to strictly one drink, and then he would be off. Caden got drunk, but he would never get drunk with those people. So after his one drink he bid them a subtle farewell (most of them didn't even notice he had left). He paid for his one drink then exited the pub through the back to Diagon Alley. He tapped the correct bricks on the wall and the doorway opened, revealing the dark street.

There were few people still out, most of them probably living on the street. He walked down the alley for a few minutes until he found the street he was looking for. He turned right down onto Knockturn Alley, which seemed a lot darker than the other alley. He had spent a lot of his time down this particular alley, going to different shops that sold less than legal magical objects. There was a particular pub that he used to go to when he was younger, where he hung out with friends. Once he found it he pushed opened the door and walked in. It was dimly lit, just like the other pubs, but it was a lot less crowded. There were only a handful of people there, the "regulars" most likely. In fact, there were two that he actually knew. Both of his sisters were sitting in a dark corner of the pub, talking to themselves. The other patrons of the pub seemed nervous, perhaps of his presence? Many people cowered when they saw him, so what would make these people any different?

"One bottle of firewhiskey at that table over there" he said as he passed the bar, and the barmen nodded. The sullen look on his face made Caden wonder if he looked like this because of him, or if the man always looked like that. In any case, Caden walked over to his sisters' table and sat down. "Semela, Meissa, good to see you" he spoke to them both as the barmen brought over a fresh bottle and a new glass for Cadenriel. As the barmen walked away, Caden opened the bottle and poured himself a shot of the whiskey. Taking out his wand he tap the glass and the surface of the liquid erupted in a flame. Caden then put his hand over the glass quickly to extinguish the flame, then drank it fast. It burned all the way down his throat as he set the glass down on the table. He whipped his mouth and looked at both girls. "Everything alright?"

[MEISSA AURELIA RIDDLE]

JUST DROPPING OUT OF THIN AIR---*
You came out of nowhere right out of the blue

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Twirling the half full glass of liquid idly around the glass tumbler, she watched its progress as it splashed against the sides, eagerly trying to rise to freedom and escape its confines. Already she was slightly bored of this place, her attention was elusive and hard to attract and hold for more than a few minutes, her sister could achieve this of course and it was refreshing to be in her presence, but in such a surroundings as this? Let's just say Meissa wasn't the twin who enjoyed grubby back street bars full off riffraff and vagabonds. She wasn't just a snob in the sense of blood, she had an intense dislike for the unclean and poor at large. Letting a slight sigh to tickle her lips as it escaped her inflated lungs she flicked her eyes up to the dark girl at her side, with features so similar yet different to her own. If anyone were to look they would see the familial similarities but they would not see a warm family reunion, not that it would surprise them, few thought the two sisters were capable of warmth, and indeed it was true in the presence of most. Though usually Meissa would have been a happier girl at this point, but there was something about her day bringing her down and she couldn't muster the usual enthusiasm she felt in the presence of her slightly younger sibling.

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Listening to the arrogant drawl of her sister, she mustered a faint smile, Meissa didn't really care of how the world perceived her and royalty was perhaps not the best way to describe the Riddle siblings. Aren't royalty supposed to be loved? Worshipped? she had little interest in the subject, after all, she did not want the love of others, she demanded the respect of her followers and their loyalty, but not their love. Love was something reserved for other people entirely, if she allowed herself to feel such emotions for the people that stood by her side on the firing line then her heart would be in danger and a weakness like that could not be afforded. It was for this reason that she only invested her heart in the business of family and those that to her, seemed invincible. The latter of course refereed ot Malleus, she couldn't even imagine one foolish enough to confront him, or one skilled enough to break through his defenses and mortally harm him. No Meissa had invested well.[/color]

Finally a genuine smirk curled her lips, the show would soon come however, and Meissa would be glad to be the start. The plans that had been brewing and whispered throughout her inner circle were to say the least, explosive, but she had yet to share such a thing with Semella, the girl was leaning far too close to neutral for her twins liking after all. As the conversation turned a dangerous corner once again, the icy demeanor that was her natural state settled over her, as much as Meissa hated the public bad mouthing her father, she hated the words coming from her sisters mouth even worse. The little feud she had going on with their Father was truly old, and she had never supported such stupid ideas. Perhaps you should grow up Semella harsh words maybe, but she would have anticipated such a reply surely. They were adults now, there was no time for hissy fits. .[/color]

With a shrug she pushed away the subject, still avoiding having to tell her sister every detail about the anonymous meeting she had been mean to attend, she was not in the mood for the usual sibling spats considering the way Meissa lived her life. As Semella angrily confronted some man or another that was located in a booth, Meissa was instead distracted by the ringing noise of the bars bell as the door behind them flew open once more allowing a cool breeze to lazily lap her back. Turning slightly she regarded the new comer with an interest that slowly dissolved into happiness. Something she rarely showed. Meissa took warmth from where she could and though it was rarely given to her by her brother she would none the less give it him. With a smile already on her face as a result of the rare glimpse of Cadenriel outside their home, she stepped up from her stool.[/color]

Before he sat down she pulled him into a loose hug, forcing the formality that he would no doubt moan upon on him. When they were younger Cadenriel had treated his little sisters like minions, hell bent on teaching them and such but of course he was fiercely protective of them and she knew that deep inside that shell that was as icy as her own, he loved the two of them. Cadenriel she offered friendly enough, the smile fixed on her face and her mood considerably lightened. To what do we owe this honor? there was a teasing tone to her words, something that he wouldn't allow anyone else to take with him. For a moment she lapsed into silence watching him drink, but when he spoke again she gave a slight nod. Everything is fine, the same of course, work is infuriating of course Caden knew what it was like to put on a front for his job and both of their high class positions required them to hide their true selves. [/color]
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TAGS--* The Perfect Misses Riddle & their darling Brother
OUTFIT--* here !
WORDS--* 913 sorry for length ack.
LYRICS--* hinder --heaven sent
CREDIT--* MEELA! at CAUTION 2.0 ?!
NOTES--* I matched you and oh, let's! I know it's unnecessarily long haha you don't need to match it[/size][/font]

[adam]

A wince went unsuppressed when Meissa pulled Caden into a loving hug. She was his sibling, and they were supposed to love each other no matter what, so he supposed this was alright. He didn't like showing affection, even though he loved both of his sisters to death, he would never tell them that to their faces. He was the older brother, and he was supposed to protect them. Their parents had never been nurturing so his attitude held no sympathy, but even so he could still love. He just chose not to. It was like choosing between tea and coffee. Only, this was about emotion, not something remotely close to hot beverages. Even though the wince swept across his face, he still held her tight against him for a brief moment, allowing the warmth of his sister to enclose around him. The feeling stayed with him after they broke away and both sat down. To those around them who were undoubtedly watching them, it would look like there was no love between the two siblings, no emotion that connected them at all. As if they were forced to embrace, like a ritual at a cult meeting. But to them, it was more than that.

Caden sat down, without waiting for Semella to stand. He knew she wouldn't embrace him the same way Meissa would, so he didn't bother waiting. He wasn't sure if Semella loved him the way Meissa did either. He half believed that she hated him, despised him for what he did to them as children. Meissa didn't seem to mind it that much, since she still loved him. Semella was just a harder nut to crack he supposed. Caden's eyes looked over Semella for another moment before his attention was directed back to Meissa, who had spoken to him. "Well those bastards I have to work with made me go out for a drink tonight. I've been dodging them for weeks so I guess I had to go once" he said as he poured another glass, lit it on fire then knocked it back. "Bloody idiots" he grumbled under his breath, then smirked. He couldn't agree with her more. Having to work with such buffoons every day, morning to night, five days a week, and sometimes on weekends. It was bad enough that they were incompetent imbeciles, but what really made Caden's blood boil was that he had to pretend he was on their side. As if he, the son of the Dark Lord himself, would ever be on the side of the Order. He laughed constantly about the thought.

"The worst part is, I fear one day I will become one of them," he said, but knew that would never happen. He was too evil to let that happen. He smiled as a thought came to mind. "But if that ever happens, I'll be sure to come to both of you to set me straight" he said, his teeth showing as a grin broke through. He didn't usually "hang out" with his sisters, unless it was at a Death Eater meeting or something of the sort. He liked spending time with them, even if he wouldn't admit to it. He grabbed the bottle of Firewhiskey and poured himself and Meissa another glass, noticing Semella had her glass still full. He lit his own, then pushed Meissa's glass closer to her. "So, what exactly has you so infuriated?" he asked as he knocked back another drink. Luckily, he knew a sobering charm.

[SEMELLA ECHO RIDDLE]

YOU CAME OUT OF NOWHERE---*

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Annoyance was rising in Semella's chest, bile hiding in her throat. There was something unnerving about the way several the patrons were staring at she and her sister. It was not the regular stare, the one of fear and dislike because of who they were and what they were known for. This was soemthing else, something was bound to happen this evening. Whether she started it, her sister, or someone else. Someone was going to end up leaving the bar pride-less. And as long as it wasn't a Riddle, scratch that. It wasn't possible for a Riddle to be prideless.

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The youngest Riddle managed to find a way to lose herself. But not before hearing her sister's words regarding royalty. And are you going to attempt to say we are not? If not by half the world, perhaps by our own. Whether we choose it or not. Our name brings us worship regardless of what we want. Semella countered, taking a deep swill from her firewhiskey. Holding the liquid at her throat until she could feel the tart, burning sensation that always managed to send a shiver or two down her spine. Do not condescend me Meissa, I am your twin, you ar not my elder. Semella stated coldly towards her sister, not concerned how the patrons took such words from one sister to another. Such a battle as this between sister's was normal and pleasant compared to the ones they'd had whilst growing up.

It mattered not to Semella when their father was being released from Azkaban. Though she was aware that such chances were slim to none, if not completely non-existant. At the thought Semella took another long drink from something she always managed to count on, her family being rather ... she wasn't even going to go there this evening. Setting the glass gracefully onto the table she looked up to lock eyes with her elder brother, a small smile curving onto her lucious lips. Being the youngest she'd been doted upon. Well, as doted as one could be in the house of Lestrange, Riddle, and whatever other evil may reside there. Cadenrial was her older brother, the one who had apparated her away from fights he'd felt she was far too innocent or unprepared for. Though these were things that most did not know about the two. Riddles kept secrets well.

Catching her older brother's eye Semella smiled simply, allowing Meissa to speak rather attempt to open her mouth and have someone anger her. Semella and her temper were never a good mixture, she allowed it cloud her judgement much of the time rather than easily slip into a silent revery. And how is our dear brother this evening? Semella asked slowly, her slender finger tracing the rim of the glass. There would be no warm reunion between the three siblings this evening. Meissa would be damned before she allowed such a thing...and Caden would never allow one to see his softer side; he would not even admit to one.

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he stranger who had been irritating the twins earlier continued to stare, sipping slowly at his own drink. The way his eyes flitted from each sibling unsettled Semella, her instincts rising rather than lowering. Her guard flying upward. Tell me we all have something more interesting to discuss than our lines of work. She said slowly, sighing. Nothing became more dull than discussing work ninetey percent of the time. Though for Meissa, as far as Semella could see, that was about all she was going to get out of her sister whilst in the public eye. But a woman could try no? Her eyes remained focused on a corner, wondering if this man was a threat or something anywhere near that. She was not about to be caught off guard in such a situation.[/blockquote]

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