Post by Bellatrix Black on Jul 28, 2007 23:21:57 GMT -5
How dare she and her little Mudblood tell her what to do? Hmm? It didn't seem right; not right at all. Telling her to shoo away, go away, fly away, Disapperate away if she was so good at magic. Little muggleborn and all her dirty parents of Muggles. How dare she let her even tell her what to do? She should have casted the Killing Curse--right on the spot. After all, that's what the secret meetings were worth. Right? Learning to attack; to kill; to make them bow down. That's what the secret mark across her arm meant, didn't it? She spitted out of the mouth, watching it fly across the grass. That's what it meant; to hunt, to track, to kill. The word was hushed on her lips, as if she desired it. She needed it. She wanted it. But the first thing she would have to complete was the blood trail across her arm.
Mrs. Black was always a kind lady; at least to Bella and her own son. Siruis, someone both Mrs. Black and Bella disliked, wasn't as kind to. He was a blood traitor, after all; he was the one that went behind the backs of Purebloods and joined the ones who perferred Mudbloods. Not to mention he was a Gryffindor; that was as bad as going to the Dark Lord himself and telling him to bugger off. She closed her mind, walking up the side of the road. She could Apperate; she could fly. But then, she would be seen by the Muggles that watched their windows in case anything bad happened. It was past ten o' clock at night, and, therefor, the Muggles were making sure nothing--no killings--were taking place outside her home.
Dressed in her cloak, she was hesisten to place it on above her head, hiding her face and her apperance. If only she could change her apperance at will then could she needn't worry about being followed or blowing her cover. She had done nothing wrong; no attacks, no blows, but, then again, she was seventeen and had broken the trace, which allowed her to perform magic as she pleased. In the back of her mind, however, she kept telling herself she wasn't ready for the Unforgivables. Not now, later.
To her happiness--well, she never was truthfully happy--she approached the home of The Blacks. It was well hidden, in between the numbers eleven and thirteen. With a grin, she did her little magic and watched the whole building grow as number twelve came into view. Stepping on the steps and coming to the door, she knocked once before opening the door, closing it and locking it firmly before walking down the narrow hallway to the kicthen. A woman jumped out at her.
Bella held her wand faster and had it pointed at the woman before the woman could come any closer. She lowered her wand once she knew it was the elderly figure of Mrs. Black. "Oh, dear, sorry, Bella. Thought it was one of Siruis' friends. Blastered figure." Bellatrix nodded slightly, turning her head up the stairs. "Siruis is not home then?" "No, no, but Regulus is upstairs. You may go on up." "Of course, Mrs. Black."
Mrs. Black was always a kind lady; at least to Bella and her own son. Siruis, someone both Mrs. Black and Bella disliked, wasn't as kind to. He was a blood traitor, after all; he was the one that went behind the backs of Purebloods and joined the ones who perferred Mudbloods. Not to mention he was a Gryffindor; that was as bad as going to the Dark Lord himself and telling him to bugger off. She closed her mind, walking up the side of the road. She could Apperate; she could fly. But then, she would be seen by the Muggles that watched their windows in case anything bad happened. It was past ten o' clock at night, and, therefor, the Muggles were making sure nothing--no killings--were taking place outside her home.
Dressed in her cloak, she was hesisten to place it on above her head, hiding her face and her apperance. If only she could change her apperance at will then could she needn't worry about being followed or blowing her cover. She had done nothing wrong; no attacks, no blows, but, then again, she was seventeen and had broken the trace, which allowed her to perform magic as she pleased. In the back of her mind, however, she kept telling herself she wasn't ready for the Unforgivables. Not now, later.
To her happiness--well, she never was truthfully happy--she approached the home of The Blacks. It was well hidden, in between the numbers eleven and thirteen. With a grin, she did her little magic and watched the whole building grow as number twelve came into view. Stepping on the steps and coming to the door, she knocked once before opening the door, closing it and locking it firmly before walking down the narrow hallway to the kicthen. A woman jumped out at her.
Bella held her wand faster and had it pointed at the woman before the woman could come any closer. She lowered her wand once she knew it was the elderly figure of Mrs. Black. "Oh, dear, sorry, Bella. Thought it was one of Siruis' friends. Blastered figure." Bellatrix nodded slightly, turning her head up the stairs. "Siruis is not home then?" "No, no, but Regulus is upstairs. You may go on up." "Of course, Mrs. Black."
