Post by BELLATRIX MAIA BLACK on Jun 4, 2009 18:00:36 GMT -5
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BELLATRIX MAIA BLACK
"She was sure he wouldn't say no,
no one said no to her... ever, really.
It was the advantage of being a Black."
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BELLATRIX MAIA BLACK
"She was sure he wouldn't say no,
no one said no to her... ever, really.
It was the advantage of being a Black."
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OKAY, SO GIVE US THE BASICS !
"ER, HELLO THERE. I AM BELLATRIX MAIA BLACK BUT YOU CAN JUST CALL ME BELLA. I HAVE BEEN WREAKING HAVOC FOR FIFTEEN YEARS AND I DON'T REALLY PLAN ON STOPPING SOON. I GRACED THIS WORLD WITH MY PRESENCE ON AUGUST 18TH. I BRANDISH A 12 3/4 INCH WALNUT WAND WITH A DRAGON HEARTSTRING CORE THAT IS UNYIELDING, I KNOW YOU ARE JEALOUS. I AM IN THE HOUSE OF SLYTHERIN, FIFTH YEAR, AND DAMN PROUD. I WAS BORN WITH PURE BLOOD,[/size]NOT THATIT REALLY MATTERS. SO YEAH, ARE WE DONE?"
SORRY, NOT QUITE. SO WHAT ARE AND AREN'T YOU INTO ?
"Oh blimey. Is this one of those, pour your heart and soul out to me things. I don't have the patience, or the time. But, I'm being forced. So how about this. I love all the little mudbloods and would adore for the gap between the muggle world and the wizard world to be closed. We have so much to learn for each other. Don't you think? Now, that was sarcasm. If you believed me you'll die in the week from my father coming after you. In truth I love dueling, usually because the other halfwit is too stupid to win. I'm one of the better duelers in my house, and probably in the school. But for some reason people are 'afraid of me'. I like going out to the lake, alone. Nothings worse than walking along the shore and running into some love-sick couple. It's disgusting, stop it. I love art, history, reading, photography... Despite what others think I am far more intelligent than I look. Or so I've heard. People run away blindly half the time.[/size]
As for things I dislike, you can already fathom the first few. I don't deal well with those of less than a pure upbringing. I find them... Well, let's just say I don't find them. I am perfectly alright with that as well. Other houses are also something to be looked down upon. I do admit, Gryffindor is placed above Hufflepuff... though not much higher. Ravenclaw is the only other house that I will associate with, and even then it's very touch and go. I abhor house elves. Disgusting creatures really. The thought that they touch my food down in the kitchens makes me nauseous. I don't understand why Daddy keeps so many of them around. There are bound to be some poor pure families willing to work for the Noble house of Black. Rats as well, I can't stand them. They're almost as bad as House Elves, but they can't talk. I'm not very fond of flying either. Apparition will be a welcome class, when ever this school finally manages to let me learn it. I have a broom, a very nice broom. But for all I care it can be used for sweeping."
HOW ER... INTERESTING. EVER LOOKED INTO THE MIRROR OF ERISED ?
"No, but I've heard that you see everything you truly desire. Though how I am supposed to tell you that, I don't understand. I know what I want... what my family wants of me. What if I have some deep, dark, secret desire that no one could have thought of. I guess my ramblings will have to abate your curiosity for the time being then, hm? I want to graduate and marry into a pureblood family, have a few children... oh who am I kidding, that's crap. Not that, I don't want them. Eventually. I mean, who wouldn't. I want to travel the world. Go someplace no wizard or witch knows who I am and just... live a little. I want to take pictures of everything and everyone I meet and place them all in an album that I can cherish for years to come. Something I can tell my children about as they grow up. I don't want to settle into a life of existing only to be a wife and mother. I want to have my own ideas, my own life. I want to know that when the time comes for me to leave this place, I didn't just be there for everyone else. I want to be there for me too. Not that it would ever happen, I mean honesty. My family would never let me leave England."[/size]
WHAT MAKES YOU SHAKE IN YOUR BOOTS ?
"Fear, what an interesting concept. I could sit here and tell you that I honestly have no fear. Not a one. I wouldn't be lying either, not truly. There is nothing that scares me in an oogy-boogy kind of way. Though I do admit there are things that terrify me to the core. The most obvious, is my father. I love him dearly and I know that he returns the feelings for me. There is just something about his way that could make anyone cower. He is a great man, a strong man, and a very merciless man. The next thing that terrifies me are spiders. Creepy, crawly bugs that no one should be subject to. I find no purpose for their existence with us. Except to surprise us in the shower. I have a fear, a very private fear, of being forgotten. Utterly and completely forgotten. Like I never really mattered in the first place. Wouldn't it be horribly to come up sick for a week and have no one really notice that your were gone? Even a sound of joy at the fact that you were deathly ill would be better than no one bothering to care at all. But what you want to know isn't all of these things is it. You want to know what would make me stop cold in my tracks. I'm none too fond of telling you, keep that in mind. If you use it against me you'll regret it for the rest of your life... which probably wouldn't be so long. I'm terrified of death. The thought that I would never exist to anyone, ever again. That thought alone can make my blood run cold on the hottest day. If something or someone were to take my sisters, I really don't have any idea what I would do."[/size]
EVEN YOU HAVE TO HAVE SOME GOOD QUALITIES, RIGHT ?
"Well, what's that supposed to mean? As you obviously don't know, I have several. I'm quite loyal to my family and friends. Protective as well. Everyone knows not to mess with my sister, and all of that even at a fifth year level. I have determination and initiative. Once I start something I don't back down until it's complete. I'm a self-starter as well. I don't have to be told several times to do what I need to do... I just do it. I have a confidence that is usually matched by no one, though also looks like arrogance most of the time. Which I am not. I can be very open and generous with those I trust. Despite what people say I am very sensitive, I just know how to hide that from everyone. I have a certain grace about me, the same as my sisters. It comes from a proper upbringing. Luckily that also means I won't be falling over myself in the hallways. I'm smart, a lot more than people think. I'm also creative. I like to write, draw, take pictures. All sorts of things."[/size]
AND IT'S QUITE OBVIOUS YOU HAVE YOUR BAD, HUH ?
"Oh stuff it. I don't have that many. Sure, I can be a little short-sighted. I miss the 'big picture'. Whatever that means. I have a slight temper, but no one has made it out of the hospital wing yet has been willing to tell the tale. I have a hard time with losing control. I usually can't get it back if I lose it. The reason I've put those few students into the hospital wing... The detentions are always worth it in the end. That and I get a very satisfied smile for the rest of the night. I am also... very vulnerable. But, don't let that part get out. I'd never hear the end of Bellatrix going soft. But that's it, really. If you think someone else would know more, go ahead and ask them. But make sure you have your medical covered first."[/size]
LET'S GET DIRTY. WHAT TURNS YOU ON ?
"Are you bloody serious? There are a lot of perverse people in this world, I just wish you didn't have to be one of them. But if you must know, I suppose... broad shoulders. The eyes as well. Something in them that shows there is more to him than just the surface. I want to know that I'm not in it with some man who can barely ties his shoes right. I need someone to challenge me in all ways, physically and mentally. As for turn-offs well... is that really as hard as you think? Ugly, in personality and well... let's just say I will not be looking at dear Dumbledore for the rest of my life."[/size]
DO YOU LOVE YOUR FAMILY ?
"I have a father, Cygnus. My mother is Druella Rosier. I have two younger sisters named Andromeda and Narcissa. Not to mention a few cousins, aunts, uncles, grandparents and their brothers and sisters and cousins. Wizards live very long lives. That and we're pureblooded. The circle gets smaller every year for who we are and are not related to. I love my family dearly, even if my father knows exactly how to scare me. My mother, despite being a very hard woman... is also quite loving. She's taught me everything about culture that I could ever hope to know. She also taught me about photography. She makes me smile in ways no one can, but showing me that I have a brain and that it's okay to use it. My sisters, bless both of them. You mess with them, you'll have me to answer to. I don't care who you think you are. No one. Messes with the Black sisters."[/size]
WHERE YA FROM, BY THE WAY ?
"I'm from the middle of nowhere England. I can't be very specific because I don't exactly know where. My father values our privacy. I can't see anything for miles around, and we apparate every year to take the train."[/size]
THE DEMENTORS ARE HERE. WHAT DO YOU THINK OF ?
"My worst memory is actually a train of them. Isn't that wonderful? When I was young I was... ordinary. Not that being a witch isn't ordinary in my family. But well, I didn't do anything. My sisters often had little outbursts of magic when their emotions would be too much. Myself... nothing. Until the day my letter came I was terrified for the longest time that Aunt Walburga would burn me from the family tree."[/size]
BETTER GET UP A PATRONUS. WHAT ARE YOU REMEMBERING ?
"Best memory, the best thing I can remember is spending afternoons with my mother. A lot of people really don't get to see her in the same way I do. The afternoon she gave me one of her old cameras is especially my favorite. It was just a regular day, we were outside near one of the ponds on our land and we were taking pictures of cat's tails. She told me that I had a much better eye than her and then she gave it to me for my turn... and then just never took it back. I'll never forget her smile, the way she looked. Or the smell of the fresh air. Everything about that afternoon imprinted itself in my brain. I hope I never forget it."[/size]
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HI, I AM ANNA AND I AM TWO FIVE YEARS OLD.
I HAVE BEEN DOING THIS FOR OVER FIVE YEARS AND I'M NOT
QUITTING ANYTIME SOON. WELL, I GUESS I NEED TO SHOW YOU I'M THE SHIT,
SO HERE IT GOES.
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HI, I AM ANNA AND I AM TWO FIVE YEARS OLD.
I HAVE BEEN DOING THIS FOR OVER FIVE YEARS AND I'M NOT
QUITTING ANYTIME SOON. WELL, I GUESS I NEED TO SHOW YOU I'M THE SHIT,
SO HERE IT GOES.
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Bella had no idea what she was doing. Was she really considering going to the ball with Rodolphus? Well, he said just show up. That means no pressure. She didn't have to worry about anything, was she really worried? This was Rod. The man she had spent most of the last five and a half years with, she trusted him, more than most anyone. He had been acting a bit off lately. She hadn't been quite herself either. Was it really that he was starting to have feelings for her? She had heard a rumor flying around the commons earlier today, and it would explain most of his odd behavior. Like the fact that the last time she had really talked to him he had wrapped his arms around her and kissed her on the cheek. Not that getting hugs from Rod was completely uncommon. But a kiss. That was a little freaky. Though what would be the scariest thing about it all, is now she would finally have to figure out where she stood about him. She had been developing feelings for him over the last few months, though the fact that he has dated her sister, and that he is her best friend... Well, let's just say that she told herself she was being crazy and nothing would ever work about between the two serpents. But now here he was trying his luck.
Bella leaned over the sink a bit more. Subconsciously she was wondering to herself just how long she was going to make him wait. She did this before all of her dates, she always made them wait. She wasn't exactly sure why, maybe it was a test to see how much they really wanted to be there with her. A couple had gotten tired of waiting and just walked away. Should she wait a while and see if Rod would do that too, or show up relatively on time and not have to worry about it. Did she want him to leave, or did she want him to stay? Bella shook her head a little bit to try and get the thoughts out of her head. If she kept thinking like this, she'd never show up at the ball. Picking up her hairbrush, she began running it through her hair. Once she was done with that, she stared in the mirror for few more minutes. She had seen multitudes of other girls piling on make-up for this ball, and here she was with a plain face. She never wore make-up. She didn't even think she owned any, but she didn't want to be the only one at the ball with an ugly face. Bella's natural 'I'm prettier than everyone' instinct wasn't functioning properly. Rod was making her doubt herself in way she never had. Was she really willing to go through all of this for some stupid boy. But he wasn't just a stupid boy was he.
Walking back to her bed, she sat down on the thick blankets and slipped between the hangings that surrounded it. She should get dressed, she really should. Why was she stalling so impossibly long. It was a good thing she decided to start getting ready early. She still had about a half hour before she was supposed to be there, to be on time anyway. Turning her head just enough, she spied the small black cat that was laying next to her pillow. Rolling herself over, she made her way up to the top of the bed and lay next to him. Lifting one arm, she began to gently pet the animal soon making him purr. The thought of going to get dressed was still in her head, she needed to look somewhat decent for this thing, didn't she? Maybe she could just show up in her school robes, or maybe her pajamas. No, that would have the entire house laughing at her, and she wasn't about to risk that. Her mother would have an absolute cow if she had skipped every last dress robe she owned and went with one of those two choices.
Ugh, yes, alright, time to get up and become presentable. As Bella put on the under-layer, her insecurities were starting to get the best of her again. She had thought her outfit for tonight was perfect just a few weeks ago, but what if Rod thought it was horrendous. He could laugh her out of the ballroom. Everyone could laugh her out of the ballroom. As soon as the under-layer was on, the serpent had made up her ind to stay right where she was, in her dorm. Nothing would hurt her then. But, what about him. He was expecting her. Not that it would be too big of a loss, he would just be able to dance with all of the girls, instead of just her. He'd probably prefer it that way. She wasn't that pretty, and she thought she had been putting on a little weight lately. No, he wouldn't have asked if he didn't want to spend the time with her, right? Right? ow she was going again. She really needed to make up her mind, all of this indecisiveness was not good for her health.
Next layer, the doubts came again. This time Bella was getting stronger and did her best to push them back. Back into the back of her head where she wouldn't listen to them. This was nothing like her. Bella was not one of those little teenage... girls that didn't know what to do with themselves when they saw a boy. Bella was confident, knew exactly what she wanted. So why was she having such a hard time now? Maybe it was because she actually cared about this one? Maybe because if something went wrong, there went her closest friend? What was she going to do without the boy that actually knew how to cheer her up, as in genuinely. The sixth year knew how to put on a mask for everyone else, everyone... but he seemed to see right through everything that she put up. She didn't know how he could do that. Maybe it was because he was the same way. Wearers of the mask always knew how to recognize each other.
Now for the wrap, around her shoulders it went. She was almost done. Accessories and shoes. After that there was no more stalling, none. She would have to walk to the Great Hall and look him in the eyes, and hope he didn't laugh at her. She was certain he would. That she actually showed up and wanted to be his date? That was laughable. He probably already had some other girl on his arm, just waiting for her to show up so he could say, 'Isn't that so cute, you thought I would actually want to go with you.' It was something she could picture him saying. She could see the vivid image of him rejecting her playing over and over in her mind as she finished getting ready. This was going to be an agonizing night. Because she wouldn't leave after that sort of embarrassment. No, she would simply find one of the other Slytherins that had gone stag and persuade them [or threaten to hex them] to be hers for the night, and spend it trying to make her best friend jealous beyond all reason. Not that it would work, and then she would spend the last of her time at Hogwarts barricaded in her room, not daring to come out except for class, and maybe meals. But the latter was doubtful.
There she was finally done. Bella walked back over to where Oliver was resting on her bed and patted his head gently. A nice little, good-bye for the night, I'll see you later, though I'll be much more depressed. She didn't know why she was even bothering to go if she knew that he was just going to reject her. What was the point? She could just stay in the dorm and listen to her roommates stories when they got back. NO. She was going, and that was that. With a slightly more determined air, she made her way to the door. She looked at herself and smoothed a few wrinkles in her robes before she quietly slipped out.
Finally to the Great Hall, Bella determination was decreasing more rapidly than she had hoped it would. She stopped just feet from the door and looked about as terrified as she had ever been. She wasn't scared... at least that was what she was telling herself, it was just nerves. Nerves that can be calmed. All she had to do was tell herself positive things. Though when she had spent the entire way here telling herself that she was a horrid, ugly wench, it was hard to find anything good to say to herself. She tried though. Tried to convince herself that Rod really did want to spend time with her, he always would. That was what friends were for. But could she even really call him her friend anymore? They were going on a date. Was this a date? No, she was just being stupid again. He just wanted to spend time with her, as a friend, so that they wouldn't have to go alone. But if he wanted to do that he could have just asked that other girl he dedicates his time to. Whatever her name was. She couldn't remember anything at the moment. Just that she was here, standing in front of a door that people kept going through, willing herself to follow but not being able to work up the courage. How could she, Bellatrix Black, not work up the courage.
Just a peak, if she couldn't see him in less than a minute, she would high-tail it back out of there and not look back. Go straight back to her room and just lay on her bed for hours... petting her cat. Oh God, she was going to be one of those old ladies with a million cats, wasn't she? Just... a peak. Bella finally opened the door for herself and stood just inside the entrance. She scanned the Hall as quickly as she could, looking for the one person she wanted to see. There, finally, there he was. And he was... Exactly as she had suspected. he was talking to another girl. She knew he would never want to go with her. Fighting back tears, Bella flung the door open once again and walked right back out of the hall. He hadn't seen her, she didn't think he had seen her. Why was she even starting to cry anyway. She was being utterly stupid. Just like the rest of the little girls at this school. Why couldn't she be better than this. Why did she have to take this so personally. He had other girls before, why was she taking it so hard this tome? No, she wouldn't let him do this to her. She would walk in there with her head held high, walk up to him, and pretend that she didn't care. He could have his floozie, she didn't need him. Even if he could see her mask, she would go on telling him that nothing was wrong. Yes, that was the plan. It would work to.
The Slytherin backtracked, and walked back up to the door, this time using a little more force to pull it open, she was fine, fine. He was just a stupid boy anyway. She didn't need him, or his ruddy friendship. As she was walking in his direction, she had her mind so intently on the fact that she was perfectly fine, she didn't even notice that the girl was gone. It probably wouldn't have mattered if she had, her mind would have told her that the thing had just gone to get something to drink, or to give Rod easier access to her... well, you know. Though as she neared her friend, she did have to admit that he looked good. No, stop. She wasn't going to give in. She was a rock, a steady and strong rock. She would not let him know that he was getting to her, for good or bad. She was going to be the Bella that everyone else knew with him tonight, and he would just have to deal with it.
"Lestrange," Bella said softly, a small snap in her voice. As she stopped next to him, she crossed her arms lightly across her chest and began to stare out at the rest of the patrons. Some of the girls, she had to admit looked quite beautiful tonight. Even if they were wearing too much make-up. And though the sixth year would never admit it, she was also looking for the bitch she had briefly seen Rod conversing with as well. What she would do when she saw her however, she had no idea.
Bella leaned over the sink a bit more. Subconsciously she was wondering to herself just how long she was going to make him wait. She did this before all of her dates, she always made them wait. She wasn't exactly sure why, maybe it was a test to see how much they really wanted to be there with her. A couple had gotten tired of waiting and just walked away. Should she wait a while and see if Rod would do that too, or show up relatively on time and not have to worry about it. Did she want him to leave, or did she want him to stay? Bella shook her head a little bit to try and get the thoughts out of her head. If she kept thinking like this, she'd never show up at the ball. Picking up her hairbrush, she began running it through her hair. Once she was done with that, she stared in the mirror for few more minutes. She had seen multitudes of other girls piling on make-up for this ball, and here she was with a plain face. She never wore make-up. She didn't even think she owned any, but she didn't want to be the only one at the ball with an ugly face. Bella's natural 'I'm prettier than everyone' instinct wasn't functioning properly. Rod was making her doubt herself in way she never had. Was she really willing to go through all of this for some stupid boy. But he wasn't just a stupid boy was he.
Walking back to her bed, she sat down on the thick blankets and slipped between the hangings that surrounded it. She should get dressed, she really should. Why was she stalling so impossibly long. It was a good thing she decided to start getting ready early. She still had about a half hour before she was supposed to be there, to be on time anyway. Turning her head just enough, she spied the small black cat that was laying next to her pillow. Rolling herself over, she made her way up to the top of the bed and lay next to him. Lifting one arm, she began to gently pet the animal soon making him purr. The thought of going to get dressed was still in her head, she needed to look somewhat decent for this thing, didn't she? Maybe she could just show up in her school robes, or maybe her pajamas. No, that would have the entire house laughing at her, and she wasn't about to risk that. Her mother would have an absolute cow if she had skipped every last dress robe she owned and went with one of those two choices.
Ugh, yes, alright, time to get up and become presentable. As Bella put on the under-layer, her insecurities were starting to get the best of her again. She had thought her outfit for tonight was perfect just a few weeks ago, but what if Rod thought it was horrendous. He could laugh her out of the ballroom. Everyone could laugh her out of the ballroom. As soon as the under-layer was on, the serpent had made up her ind to stay right where she was, in her dorm. Nothing would hurt her then. But, what about him. He was expecting her. Not that it would be too big of a loss, he would just be able to dance with all of the girls, instead of just her. He'd probably prefer it that way. She wasn't that pretty, and she thought she had been putting on a little weight lately. No, he wouldn't have asked if he didn't want to spend the time with her, right? Right? ow she was going again. She really needed to make up her mind, all of this indecisiveness was not good for her health.
Next layer, the doubts came again. This time Bella was getting stronger and did her best to push them back. Back into the back of her head where she wouldn't listen to them. This was nothing like her. Bella was not one of those little teenage... girls that didn't know what to do with themselves when they saw a boy. Bella was confident, knew exactly what she wanted. So why was she having such a hard time now? Maybe it was because she actually cared about this one? Maybe because if something went wrong, there went her closest friend? What was she going to do without the boy that actually knew how to cheer her up, as in genuinely. The sixth year knew how to put on a mask for everyone else, everyone... but he seemed to see right through everything that she put up. She didn't know how he could do that. Maybe it was because he was the same way. Wearers of the mask always knew how to recognize each other.
Now for the wrap, around her shoulders it went. She was almost done. Accessories and shoes. After that there was no more stalling, none. She would have to walk to the Great Hall and look him in the eyes, and hope he didn't laugh at her. She was certain he would. That she actually showed up and wanted to be his date? That was laughable. He probably already had some other girl on his arm, just waiting for her to show up so he could say, 'Isn't that so cute, you thought I would actually want to go with you.' It was something she could picture him saying. She could see the vivid image of him rejecting her playing over and over in her mind as she finished getting ready. This was going to be an agonizing night. Because she wouldn't leave after that sort of embarrassment. No, she would simply find one of the other Slytherins that had gone stag and persuade them [or threaten to hex them] to be hers for the night, and spend it trying to make her best friend jealous beyond all reason. Not that it would work, and then she would spend the last of her time at Hogwarts barricaded in her room, not daring to come out except for class, and maybe meals. But the latter was doubtful.
There she was finally done. Bella walked back over to where Oliver was resting on her bed and patted his head gently. A nice little, good-bye for the night, I'll see you later, though I'll be much more depressed. She didn't know why she was even bothering to go if she knew that he was just going to reject her. What was the point? She could just stay in the dorm and listen to her roommates stories when they got back. NO. She was going, and that was that. With a slightly more determined air, she made her way to the door. She looked at herself and smoothed a few wrinkles in her robes before she quietly slipped out.
Finally to the Great Hall, Bella determination was decreasing more rapidly than she had hoped it would. She stopped just feet from the door and looked about as terrified as she had ever been. She wasn't scared... at least that was what she was telling herself, it was just nerves. Nerves that can be calmed. All she had to do was tell herself positive things. Though when she had spent the entire way here telling herself that she was a horrid, ugly wench, it was hard to find anything good to say to herself. She tried though. Tried to convince herself that Rod really did want to spend time with her, he always would. That was what friends were for. But could she even really call him her friend anymore? They were going on a date. Was this a date? No, she was just being stupid again. He just wanted to spend time with her, as a friend, so that they wouldn't have to go alone. But if he wanted to do that he could have just asked that other girl he dedicates his time to. Whatever her name was. She couldn't remember anything at the moment. Just that she was here, standing in front of a door that people kept going through, willing herself to follow but not being able to work up the courage. How could she, Bellatrix Black, not work up the courage.
Just a peak, if she couldn't see him in less than a minute, she would high-tail it back out of there and not look back. Go straight back to her room and just lay on her bed for hours... petting her cat. Oh God, she was going to be one of those old ladies with a million cats, wasn't she? Just... a peak. Bella finally opened the door for herself and stood just inside the entrance. She scanned the Hall as quickly as she could, looking for the one person she wanted to see. There, finally, there he was. And he was... Exactly as she had suspected. he was talking to another girl. She knew he would never want to go with her. Fighting back tears, Bella flung the door open once again and walked right back out of the hall. He hadn't seen her, she didn't think he had seen her. Why was she even starting to cry anyway. She was being utterly stupid. Just like the rest of the little girls at this school. Why couldn't she be better than this. Why did she have to take this so personally. He had other girls before, why was she taking it so hard this tome? No, she wouldn't let him do this to her. She would walk in there with her head held high, walk up to him, and pretend that she didn't care. He could have his floozie, she didn't need him. Even if he could see her mask, she would go on telling him that nothing was wrong. Yes, that was the plan. It would work to.
The Slytherin backtracked, and walked back up to the door, this time using a little more force to pull it open, she was fine, fine. He was just a stupid boy anyway. She didn't need him, or his ruddy friendship. As she was walking in his direction, she had her mind so intently on the fact that she was perfectly fine, she didn't even notice that the girl was gone. It probably wouldn't have mattered if she had, her mind would have told her that the thing had just gone to get something to drink, or to give Rod easier access to her... well, you know. Though as she neared her friend, she did have to admit that he looked good. No, stop. She wasn't going to give in. She was a rock, a steady and strong rock. She would not let him know that he was getting to her, for good or bad. She was going to be the Bella that everyone else knew with him tonight, and he would just have to deal with it.
"Lestrange," Bella said softly, a small snap in her voice. As she stopped next to him, she crossed her arms lightly across her chest and began to stare out at the rest of the patrons. Some of the girls, she had to admit looked quite beautiful tonight. Even if they were wearing too much make-up. And though the sixth year would never admit it, she was also looking for the bitch she had briefly seen Rod conversing with as well. What she would do when she saw her however, she had no idea.
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