Written For:
- Day 2 of 366 Days of Writing challenge: Bond
- The 2016 Monthly Prompt List Challenge (January): [item] Handbag
- Gringotts Prompt Bank/Sex & The City: (dialogue) "He has a tiny little penis, but he knows exactly how to use it.", (object) Cigarette Holder, (object) Playing Cards

Pairing/Characters: Druella, Walburga

Word Count: 484

The Ladies Club

You like me even when I'm mean; I'm the Queen.

oOo

Druella held out her cigarette holder to Walburga, and the latter gave her friend a thankful nod before taking one and popping swiftly into the corner of her mouth. The sisters-in-law had met for their weekly catch-up, while their husbands spent the evening playing Wizarding Golf.

At least, that's what they told Walburga and Druella. Walburga had heard that a gentlemen's only club had opened underground in a small wizarding community a couple of miles away, and she had a hunch that they were visiting the club. Orion always came home with much lighter pockets than what he went out with. She had no idea what went on at the club—nor did she want to.

Plus, the ladies enjoyed each others company every Friday night. Their husbands thought that they watched the children together, maybe cleaned or cooked or did other wife-like things, but they couldn't be more wrong. Instead, Walburga and Druella took the gentlemen's lounge at Grimmauld Place, uncorked Orion's favourite scotch, and set to playing poker.

Druella reached into her handbag for her wand, and used it to light the tip of her own cigarette and then Walburga's. After she replaced the wand, she took a deep drag and leaned back in her chair, blowing the smoke out of the corner of her mouth. "This week has taken forever to pass, 'Burga. I'm so glad Friday has finally come around—I've missed you terribly this week."

"Oh, Druella, you're a sweetheart," cooed Walburga, her cigarette lolling out of her mouth as she shuffled her cards. "Tell me all about it."

"Your brother has been quite the nuisance this week, while he's had time out of work," Druella lowered her voice and put a hand to her mouth, as if Cygnus was lurking and listening around the corner. "In the boudoir."

Walburga cocked a thin blonde eyebrow, always eager to know any of her brother's embarrassing secrets. "Do tell."

"He has been so into...ah, our bedroom antics, ever since Bellatrix turned two. I don't know what has come over him, but personally, I can only ever manage about two consecutive days."

Walburga snigger, putting a hand over her mouth politely. "Does my brother have...a problem, when it comes to the boudoir?"

"Well, now that you mention it," Druella pressed her lips together into a small, mischievous smile. "Your brother has a tiny little penis. But he knows exactly how to use it."

A loud, thin cackle echoed through the gentlemen's lounge as Walburga laughed loudly, dropping her cards in the process. "My gosh, Druella, you do entertain me," she choked between giggles, trying to scoop up her cards. As she calmed, down, she leaned back in her chair, smiling at her friend. "You really are a great friend to me. I hope our bond never breaks."