Lady Swallow, or Damn That Witch Can Dance [Syrian, OPEN]

[Rabastan Lestrange]

Rabastan elbowed Syrian, with a grin. "Ah, but you just got this one, you did. And what would our man say about that, eh? One of his working in the picture shows?"

He dropped back into his seat and put his feet up on the one in front of him. The film continued to work its way toward the climactic moment and the final dance number.

[Syrian Otik]

He feel into the sead next to Bab's and sighed, "Aye, he would be cross....but imagine the propaganda I could create with half naked beauties."

[Rabastan Lestrange]

"And twice the riot if you made them look like the Black sisters. Not a man of the blood who hasn't had an eye for that, until one of them started to talk..." Rabastan remarked, with a lazy smirk. "But, then, it's personal with me and that Bellatrix, it is."

He watched the film for a bit. "We could do some serious damage to the opposition with a good propaganda film. I wonder if you shouldn't put the idea to Him. He's always been a bit touchy about using any hint of Muggle shite, in the campaign, but this might be good enough to go."