BLACK; bellatrix druella

In all honesty, there was nothing Bellatrix could do but laugh at the situation in front of her. As if some Gryffindor was standing in front of her, quite ready to curse her. She was feeling quite smug, it wasn’t usually so soon that she got a reaction like this out of anyone, it normally took quite a few well placed derogatory comments. It didn’t even occur to the young Death Eater to get her wand out of her pocket and try to defend herself. She didn’t for a moment think that this girl, who moments before had been shaking with grief, would actually have it in her to attack her.

However, amusement was wiped off Bellatrix’s face as she watched Alice drop her wand. She stared at the Gryffindor in astonishment, that really wasn’t the way to go about cursing someone, your wand was kind of vital. It took her several seconds to work out why Alice was on the floor again, several more seconds than it should have. Of course, she had mentioned details only the involved Death Eaters would know. Oops, maybe she shouldn’t have mentioned that. It could potentially land her in hot water not only with the Hogwarts staff, but the Dark Lord himself. But Bellatrix was never one the think about the consequences. While her sisters followed the rules laid down by their mother about ‘thinking before you speak’, Bellatrix could never quite grasp the concept. She looked down at the sobbing girl on the floor, “You know Prewett, you mother died begging to be killed. She was on her knees in the end, screaming, pleading for it to be over.” Her words her malicious, spoken out of pure spite. And yet, it was only a small indication of how cruel the Slytherin could be.

One problem she always had though, was once she started, she could just never stop. She glanced around, ensuring they were alone. Yes, it appeared they were. It was lunchtime after all, everybody would be crammed into the Great Hall, it wouldn’t surprise her to find out that they were the only two studetns outside. Slowly, with the smirk on her face more pronounced than ever, she pushed up the sleeves of her thin top to her elbows. The Dark Mark on her arm stood out against her pale white skin. Yes, she had gone too far, anybody could tell that. But Bellatrix never did know when to draw boundaries, she just kept pushing and pushing. If the Dark Lord could see her kow, he would be absolutely furious. And he was the last person she wanted to make angry, she had heard that his Cruciatus Curse was the worst pain you could ever feel. She had been specifically told she was not allowed to tell anybody about her involvement with the Dark Lord, it was one of the conditions she had to abide by in return fro getting the Dark mark while she was still at school. Yes, bragging about it the sixth and seventh year Slytherin boys in the Common Room was one thing, showing it to a Gryffindor as a sort of unspoken threat was another thing.

She watched the girl rise again, something had given her the strength to pull herself together and stop crying. Bellatrix walked forward, so there was merely inches between the two girls. With the added height of her heels, she towered over the Gryffindor girl. Her heavy lidded eyes, lined thick with eyeliner, combined with her hair in a state of slight disarray left her as an intimidating sight, especially cloe up. Which was exactly the effect she wanted to achieve of course. “What are you going to do Prewett? ” she snapped, her lips twisted into a sneer. “Is ickle baby Alice going to take on the big nasty Slytherin all by herself?”