Post by Bellatrix Black on Aug 4, 2007 14:48:09 GMT -5
She read the letter she had made a copy of on a smaller note of paper; she couldn’t help but admire the notes she left in the paper. It was, of course, to avoid other people from catching her owl and learning what was going on. If anyone else besides the Slytherin had received her note, they would have had her arrested within seconds of finding out the information she had. But, she was happy at her small hidden secrets: SS obviously meant Severus; Rose meant Rosier which meant Evan; He was none other than The Dark Lord; usual station was none other than their secret hiding place in the Muggle world; and BB was none other than Bellatrix Black.
The girl carried herself high, as if she was more popular than anyone around her. And, to be honest, she was. Narcissa was an idiot who kept to herself, having her life like the modern Cinderella story: friends, friends with benefits, her normal amount of enemies, her lovers, her family, money, fame. It all seemed perfect for her, but, unlike her, Bellatrix had a future as a Death Eater and her sister had a future as a worthless, mindless housewife, serving her family as if she was their House Elf. And then there were her parents, two people who refused to have the Mark bared on their arms, but still supported the Lord and his thoughts of a pure world. Bellatrix believed only people with the Mark truly supported the Pure Theory, and, therefore, Bella supported it to her heart’s content.
She had been reading about Dark Magic for the last couple days, seeing as the Dark Lord was not summoning people. Although she had seen him recently two nights ago, visiting at the dead of night, bowing in front of him as soon as she felt her arm burn. And he said to the few people who were invited about how he was hearing . . . things. Rumors. Gossip. Bellatrix did not believe such things; she believed once she saw things or heard them from a reliable source, then they were true. But, to be honest, she herself saw new people running around like it was their public playground. Bella kept tags on almost everybody, and these sixteen-year-olds and their make-believe-names were defiantly new to her.
Crossing the bridge over the lake, Bella made her way through the night with no light, not bothering to use her wand as a flashlight. Her cloak moving in the air at the bottom of the cobblestone bridge as her feet walked quickly over to their hiding spot. She and Severus only knew of such a place; she did not dare tell her sister incase she went and declared the place as her sex house; and she would not tell any of her other “friends.” Even though she did not trust Severus to a full level, she had a respect for him, and a strong one at that, and they only visited this place when they wished to have their own secret meetings.
However, Bellatrix often made other places secret places—her room was open to all of her ‘friends,’ but places outside her home were kept secret between herself and another person. How she made sure she did not overlap a secret with another was beyond her mind, but she was keeping up with the secrets: and, just like tonight, she was keeping with the secrets as she headed across the bridge on the lake, entering the park late at night, and walking towards to the second tree on the right where she awaited Severus Snape; not her friend but not her enemy.
The girl carried herself high, as if she was more popular than anyone around her. And, to be honest, she was. Narcissa was an idiot who kept to herself, having her life like the modern Cinderella story: friends, friends with benefits, her normal amount of enemies, her lovers, her family, money, fame. It all seemed perfect for her, but, unlike her, Bellatrix had a future as a Death Eater and her sister had a future as a worthless, mindless housewife, serving her family as if she was their House Elf. And then there were her parents, two people who refused to have the Mark bared on their arms, but still supported the Lord and his thoughts of a pure world. Bellatrix believed only people with the Mark truly supported the Pure Theory, and, therefore, Bella supported it to her heart’s content.
She had been reading about Dark Magic for the last couple days, seeing as the Dark Lord was not summoning people. Although she had seen him recently two nights ago, visiting at the dead of night, bowing in front of him as soon as she felt her arm burn. And he said to the few people who were invited about how he was hearing . . . things. Rumors. Gossip. Bellatrix did not believe such things; she believed once she saw things or heard them from a reliable source, then they were true. But, to be honest, she herself saw new people running around like it was their public playground. Bella kept tags on almost everybody, and these sixteen-year-olds and their make-believe-names were defiantly new to her.
Crossing the bridge over the lake, Bella made her way through the night with no light, not bothering to use her wand as a flashlight. Her cloak moving in the air at the bottom of the cobblestone bridge as her feet walked quickly over to their hiding spot. She and Severus only knew of such a place; she did not dare tell her sister incase she went and declared the place as her sex house; and she would not tell any of her other “friends.” Even though she did not trust Severus to a full level, she had a respect for him, and a strong one at that, and they only visited this place when they wished to have their own secret meetings.
However, Bellatrix often made other places secret places—her room was open to all of her ‘friends,’ but places outside her home were kept secret between herself and another person. How she made sure she did not overlap a secret with another was beyond her mind, but she was keeping up with the secrets: and, just like tonight, she was keeping with the secrets as she headed across the bridge on the lake, entering the park late at night, and walking towards to the second tree on the right where she awaited Severus Snape; not her friend but not her enemy.
