Post by Bellatrix Black on Aug 5, 2007 9:23:11 GMT -5
Her eyes began to adjust and she could see they were in the Ministry: it was her fear. She wasn’t ready to be a spy yet; she could keep uncover, keep herself from being known to the world, but she was not prepared to lie about her loyalties. But, then again, she was not here for her loyalties, but here for using magic. She did not use magic in front of Muggles; truthfully, she didn’t harm the other girl. She was hidden under a shadow; people were not looking, she made sure; and she could say how she thought the other girl was going to harm her. But a thug on her shoulder and her thoughts went away as fast as the man was dragging her out the door.
Bella then saw people rushing by her, and she risked a glance over her shoulder at her partner in crime . . . there were in the Ministry; going into a probation hall, or at least going to a courtroom. As she was forced to enter down the hall, she felt like hissing something, telling someone to stop staring at her, but she kept her tongue, in hopes of being allowed to leave. She did not injury the girl, Bella kept telling herself. She was using self defense and since she was seventeen, she was allowed to do so. But she was forced in a seat with a slam, watching the other two repeat the same procedure to Adrienne. “Stay,” the man who had her said, walking into the nearby door.
When the two disappeared, Bella laid back in her chair, gasping for breath. Had she been breathing that whole time? She nervously looked at her fellow criminal. “Thanks a lot.”
Bella then saw people rushing by her, and she risked a glance over her shoulder at her partner in crime . . . there were in the Ministry; going into a probation hall, or at least going to a courtroom. As she was forced to enter down the hall, she felt like hissing something, telling someone to stop staring at her, but she kept her tongue, in hopes of being allowed to leave. She did not injury the girl, Bella kept telling herself. She was using self defense and since she was seventeen, she was allowed to do so. But she was forced in a seat with a slam, watching the other two repeat the same procedure to Adrienne. “Stay,” the man who had her said, walking into the nearby door.
When the two disappeared, Bella laid back in her chair, gasping for breath. Had she been breathing that whole time? She nervously looked at her fellow criminal. “Thanks a lot.”
