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Post by Bellatrix Black on Sept 2, 2007 9:28:16 GMT -5
Bellatrix turned her head as she heard the newcomer's voice, recognizing it almost at once as Bartemius Crouch, a seventh-year Slytherin and a friend - though whether they were close or not - to Evan Rosier. She looked at him for a moment, listening to his greetings and talk about her sister Narcissa and her to-be-betrothed Lucius, laughing as well at hearing his remarks about the topic before silencing herself, the small grin still across her face as she lifted a pale hand and brushed several dark locks of hair behind her ear. She opened her mouth to say something but quickly became silent as Bartemius spoke to Evan, looking at him as the two chatted about what they did over their holidays, not going to interrupt the friends but merely looking over towards Rabastan.
"I never got around to asking what you did over the holidays," she managed to say over the chat of Evan and Bartemius. [/size]
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Post by Narcissa Black on Sept 2, 2007 9:47:45 GMT -5
OoC: Sorry guys, Field Hockey took over my life. :BiC
Narcissa Black had been so intent on avoiding Lucius after their awkward Carriage conversations that she had sat down with just about anyone. She had been a bit spacey as she sat down at the Slytherin table. She finally looked up when she felt Evan Rosier settle down next to her. She looked up, slightly startled, to see Bellatrix and Rabastan sitting a bit diagonal to her, Barty Crouch next to Evan. She blushed slightly at her own stupidity. How had she not seen this? Lucius would definatly be yelling at her later for fraternizing with "the enemy." That being Bella of coure. But then again, who was she to choose between Boyfriend and Blood? She might as well try and spend as much time with both of the ladder. Cissy tried to make herself blend into the group a bit more, having spaced out completely on their conversation about her and Lucius and, had she known that they were talking about her, she probably would have been glad to not hear it. Although, any publicity is good publicity. I mean, why /wouldn't/ people talk about her? She was Narcissa Black after all.
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Post by Bellatrix Black on Sept 2, 2007 11:54:14 GMT -5
ooc ;; Yeah, band has been taking over mine lately too.
Bellatrix, who had been focusing on Rabastan Lestrange seated next to her, turned away from the adolescent as she spotted a mass of beautifully perfect light blonde hair, the smile that had been on her face clearly fading as she stared at her sister Narcissa, frustration building up in her darkened eyes. She had nothing further that she wanted to say to the prissy seventh year student, and she would be amazed if Cissy actually wanted something to do with her always-watchful sister Bellatrix. Bella looked frustrated, her lips pursed as she continued to stare at Narcissa for a bit longer and then finally turned to focus on something else. Anything else. As long as it was not her sister. And God if Lucius Malfoy decided to join them and sit there...
She'd kill herself. Maybe pry her eyes out using a spoon. Anything was better than having to sit next to her sister's prim and proper beloved Lucius. It made her sick, seeing the two of them together. Perhaps it was the fact that they were so... perfect for one another. Yes, that was possibly it. [/size]
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Post by Rabastan Lestrange on Sept 3, 2007 0:22:28 GMT -5
"Oh, nothing much," shrugged Rabastan, momentarily enchanted to keep his eyes on her, but as her gaze went to someone diagonally opposite to them, he couldn't but glance over his shoulder briefly. Oh. That was the correct word. The correct word if spoken in such an arrogant and girly tone as this bas ass could manage. However, he didn't.
Turning back to Bellatrix, his fingers tracing over her shoulder as he bent forwards so that everyone around them wouldn't hear what he said. "Hey, just ignore her, okay?" he said into her ear, then straightening himself, taking his hand off her shoulder though he found he didn't really want to. He glanced towards the seat at beside Bartemius, where he spotted Colleen. For a moment, his chocolate eyes watched the blonde who raised an interested brow at him... and said nothing. Rabastan turned back to watch Bellatrix, giving her a small, hopefully calming, smile.
Bartemius winced at the name 'Barty', though still in a good mood enough not to mutter 'don't call me that'. All summer he had had to hear about Barty this and Barty that from people who had their head in the Crouches' fireplace. He'd also very strongly decided he didn't want to be associated with that name. "Weeelll," he dragged out the words. "We were meant to go to Ireland and visit my mother's friend's family, but then my father had to work as usual and I've been home all summer. I think Ancient Egypt is more interesting, really."
"Yeah," agreed Colleen from beside Bartemius, glancing from him to Rosier sitting on the other side of Bartemius, apparently bored enough to throw herself into a discussion with people she had only hung out with once or twice. Crouch turned to her a small smile on his face. "Savage, right?" "Aye, that's me," she said, a smile sliding onto her lips. "Crouch and Rosier. Now when we know eachother, Rosier, did you see one of those... what're those snakes with the three heads?" "Runespoor," Bartemius said, glancing at Evan in an a bit curious way. Runespoors were rather interesting after all.
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Post by Bellatrix Black on Sept 3, 2007 10:42:50 GMT -5
ooc ;; Nice post, Charlotte.
bic ;; Bellatrix's darkened eyes were still focused on her sister, staring at Narcissa's seemingly flawless features, and, for the first time in a long while, envy and jealousy swelled up in her body. Oh how she longed to look like Narcissa, with the flowing light blonde hair and the compelling complexion that looked as if it was never severed by blemishes or any other problems that most adolescents went through as they were growing older. Narcissa stood out in the Black family, and she always would. As did Andromeda, with her bronze/auburn/whatever-you-wanted-to-call-it hair color. Bella was just the stereotypical Black descendent. And that bothered her.
She was glowering in her seat until she felt a hand on her shoulder, her mind easing completely as she realized who it was. She slowly turned her head at hearing Rabastan Lestrange's calming words, looking over at the Slytherin student as she nodded her head slightly to him, a small smile that probably was only visible to Rabastan gracing her lips. She didn't have to say anything to express her gratitude for him keeping her from going over the edge; it was shown clearly in her admiring eyes that had suddenly turned calm when he had told her to ignore Narcissa.
And that she will.
She didn't turn her back to her gorgeous sister, but needless to say that she didn't look in that direction. She placed one hand down on the bench where she sat, leaning back a bit as she stared down at the plates and goblets and other glassware on the table, following the conversations that were occurring around her, although with little interest, occasionally looking up at Bartemius Crouch, Evan Rosier, and the Colleen Savage girl as she listened to them speak, although she never opened her mouth herself.
It felt good to know that he had cared so much about her that he knew what she was thinking the moment that she had turned to glare at her sister only a couple of seats down. It was reassuring when he had placed his hand on her shoulder, a sudden comfort having rushed through her body.
Narcissa wasn't the only one out of the three Black daughters that was lucky enough to get the guy.
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Post by Rabastan Lestrange on Sept 3, 2007 11:25:05 GMT -5
ooc; bah, first decent one in ages. xD you make amazing posts all the time, Christian!
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Satisfaction slid into Rabastan's mind as he noticed that Bellatrix indeed took his advise to ignore Narcissa. His mind still on Bellatrix, he found that his eyes had drifted to Narcissa. Maybe she was perfect, after all. That pale skin that seemed as soft as silk and that blonde hair... Well, in that case... Rabastan turned his eyes away from Narcissa. He didn't want perfection in that case.
He was well-familiar with the situation. After competing with his brother continuously about everything from attention to girls, he sure knew what it was like. But he also knew what Rodolphus ought to have figured by now. Those were the difference between them. Rabastan was the aggressive, the dangerous - simply the bad ass of the two. Rodolphus was more of the clever type maybe. Talented when Rabastan could only envy it.
The brown-eyed gaze of the Slytherin went to Bellatrix again and he couldn't help but sigh lightly as his attention danced away to the discussion going on between Rosier, Crouch and Savage... and of course he couldn't resist being involved. "Runespoor, eh? You wouldn't like it, Savage. Three heads to flirt with at the same time, and they're all different from eachother," he said with a cold smirk. "I wonder how you'd manage to please one of those." "Shut the hell up Lestrange," replied Colleen simply, winking at him before turning her attention back to Evan Rosier. Rabastan snorted, rolling his eyes. It was obvious was Savage was after. As usual.
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Post by Bellatrix Black on Sept 3, 2007 11:38:50 GMT -5
ooc ;; Hah. Yeah right. Most of the time my posts are horrid.
bic ;; Bellatrix couldn't help put to let out a small laugh at hearing what Rabastan Lestrange had to say about the Runespoors that the small group of Slytherins were conversing about. She snickered a bit, lifting her white hand up to cover her mouth, not wanting to seem rude and inconsiderate to Colleen Savage in any way, but still laughing at Rabastan's snide comment. "Good one," she said quietly, leaning over a little closer to the Slytherin next to her so that none of the others could hear her or see her lips moving, staring at Rabastan for a moment or two more before she looked back to the others, a smile that looked to be too much like a smirk still across her face although she had composed herself fairly well by now.
ooc ;; Egh. Sorry. That was hideous. [/size]
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Post by Lucius Malfoy on Sept 3, 2007 11:49:54 GMT -5
Ooc:: XDDD I don't see how you two can consider your posts bad. :3 Both of you are amazing
Finished with his game, his eyes slid over to the Slytherin table. He picks out Bellatrix easily from the crowd, the face so easy to find. The object of his hatred, the channeling of his rage. He felt like somehow she had betrayed him, as if he had ever had any ownership over her in the first place. The thought made his lips twinge into a frown, the false smile long gone. Noticing the people around her, he realized that she was in good company. Very good company. People who he could consider Alpha Males, those with power. Or perhaps, those with the ambition for power, the same lust for it that he craved so deeply. Only, of course, he still considered himself far above even them. He was an Alpha Male amoung Alpha Males. And the one he would later take to be his Alpha Female? She was busy being with the enemy, with Bellatrix. Though he had not seen their eyes connect, their lips move in greeting, it still filled him with anger. She should have known better, should have sat as far away from Bellatrix as possible, shown her that she wanted nothing to do with her again. Perhaps he was being too harsh, or perhaps it was time he exerted his dominance over her, time he taught her that she obeyed his command, even when the command was not spoken. She should have known. She should have known. He glances at the other prefect, saying nothing and leaving him to do the job on his own. He slides over to the table, his words of greeting simply "Rosier, Crouch, Lestrange" Nodding at each in turn, showing his respect. He moves in behind Narcissa, touching the shoulder of the boy on the chair next to her. The boy looks up, and Lucius leans carefully to wards his ear. Though whatever words he spoke were inaudible, the look on the boy's face told the story well enough. A chair screams, and the boy walks away, not saying sorry. Not that he had expected it. Sytherins rarely spoke such a word. He slides into the chair, looking over to the woman next to her. The shining gem that stole the light away from the crowds, making it seem as though she was a goddess. The perfection, unbounded by simple things like spots, her skin as smooth as silk. The beauty, perhaps only in exterior, but all the same, beautiful. Yet sadly, just like him, there was a beast within her. It was such a shame that, it seemed, those without beauty and often mocked as being a beast had a soul that shone far brighter than any physical beauty. Yet, those who seemed to be gods or goddesses, fallen from their hidden kingdoms to grace the earth, had a beast beneath their flesh. "Narcissa," he says finally addressing her, placing his hand upon hers on the table. Not as a sign of affection, far from it. But as a sign of ownership.
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Post by Bellatrix Black on Sept 3, 2007 12:01:37 GMT -5
ooc ;; Thanks, Numbers. ^^
bic ;; But no sooner than the spasm of laughing come over the Slytherin girl did it fade from existance, threatening never to return, as Bellatrix Black's favorite person in the world started walking towards the House table, his eyes focused on his beautiful little precious and perfect wife-to-be, Narcissa. A calm sneer came over Bella's face as she stared at the blonde devil while he approached, the facial expression turning into something far worse than hatred and demise as Lucius Malfoy placed his hand on her sister's own. As much as Narcissa might believe it to be true, Bellatrix had persuaded herself into believing that the bastard of a Head Boy wanted nothing to do with love and companionship, but moreover ownership over her stunning sister. He was using her. He had to be. And Bellatrix could see right through it.
"Hey look, Cissy," Bellatrix called down the table towards Narcissa, leaning forward to get a better look at the two, a sarcastic smile coming over her face. "Your master has arrived. Time to be put back on your leash." She felt her conscience getting the better of her after insulting her sister, but there was no way that she could reverse time and take those words back. Besides, you can't claim the truth to be false. [/size]
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Post by Rabastan Lestrange on Sept 3, 2007 12:56:29 GMT -5
Bartemius Crouch looked up, nodding towards Lucius. His deep brown eyes only stayed on the male for a moment, buit he already registered the most that was worth to notice about him. He couldn't help but admire the way Malfoy could stand and walk and act with such arrogance and pride. The instant authority, no matter where he hsowed his face.
There was a hint of envy in half of the mind of Bartemius Crouch. The other half, the one who prefered to be called Roy just to separate and break any connections to Crouch senior, couldn't care less. But yes, the envious half would have wanted to be Head Boy, too. "Malfoy," he announced with respect, brown eyes arrogantly proud and cold, worthy of himself. With interest he watched Malfoy sit down by Narcissa, his voice claiming her whole delicate self - she belonged to him if you asked Malfoy.
And there. POOF went Malfoy's perfect authority as the rebellion - usually Lestrange alone, but now surprisingly enough charming Miss Black - opened its mouth. In less than a second, the arrogant Bartemius Crouch was gone, sinking into Roy who struggled not to laugh. "Yeah, walk the bitch-dog Malfoy," came the childishly bright, not loud but noise-piercing and feminine voice of Savage from beside him as Crouch tried hard not to laugh.
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"Aaaw," tutted Rabastan, pouting slightly towards Narcissa and then the whole gang of Slytherins. The respectful face and the respectful 'Malfoy' he had uttered just a few seconds earlier was like gone now and the Slytherin felt supported enough to dare now as Bellatrix had started it, and Savage - who was [ language warning ] a goddamn fucking whore who should have something uncomfortable pushed up her cunt - who also uttered something well-picked. She didn't fear or respect anyone, it seemed, pushing her red lips together sweetly as she looked towards Malfoy and Narcissa.
"More like a cat perhaps?" pondered Rabastan, suddenly faking very thoughtful, stroking his chin only to notice he'd need to shave next morning due to a slight stubble. "You can put a cat on a leash too!" Savage pointed out, smiling towards Bellatrix as if to say 'I'm with you here, girl'. "Yeah," commented Rabastan. "My uncle had a cat on a leash. It was impossible to handle it if it was free."
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"Rawrrr," agreed Colleen, raising her hand and doing a motion as if she was a cat scratching an invisible tree in front of her, winking at Malfoy and Narcissa without much respect. Bartemius was just fighting not to laugh, it seemed. He wanted to remain respectful, but Colleen didn't give a crap about respect now.
She wasn't insulted though Bellatrix had agreed to Lestrange's comment. It didn't matter. Lestrange was a bastard, and Colleen didn't care about him. Bellatrix, on the other hand, was popular with Colleen. The girl was the kind Colleen thought she could consider liking, not really fond of girls in general. They just giggled, and come on, sleeping with a girl couldn't be as fun as sleeping with a down right handsome guy.
Now, Savage threw the soon-to-be Mr and Mrs Malfoy a feline grin, red lips parted to show white teeth, keeping her 'claws' dug into the surface of the invisible tree in front of her.
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Post by Narcissa Black on Sept 3, 2007 13:19:00 GMT -5
ooC: You Jerk Faces. :BiC
Narcissa could feel the sting in the corner of her eyes. Tears? It was possible, how many other times had people bitched her out? Numerous. But why now? Narcissa blinked her eyes furiously to get the tears out of the corners of her cat like eyes.
A Beast? They were referring her as not just an object to possess but as an animal. How had a member of the Black family been sentenced to just a low position, her own sister being the holder of the reigns. Narcissa looked from each one of them back to Lucius as they spoke their cruel words. Cissy hadn't been expecting this kind of torment on just the first night. Hadn't enough already happened?
The harsh words referring to Lucius Malfoy as her 'master' who should have her on a leash sting somewhere inside of Narcissa that she couldn't describe. What was this feeling, and where was it hitting?
Narcissa couldn't tell what she was feeling at this moment but it was certain, the Boyfriend had provailed over Blood.
(Sloppppppy post)
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Post by Lucius Malfoy on Sept 3, 2007 13:27:55 GMT -5
The Alpha Male of all Alpha males suddenly felt very lowly indeed. He was comparing his girlfriend, his most precious possession aside from his blood, to nothing more but a lowly pet. Beauty was gone, and the mask of the beast was embroidered upon Malfoy's face. Rage licked over his eyes, his lips turned into a disgusted scowl, his face made ugly with anger. He turns like a snake on Savage, his grip on Narcissa's hand tightening. This would be it, the final straw, he would win her through this battle of words. After all, it was her sister who had began this war. "You are nothing more than a disgusting child" He turns on Lestrange, his nostrils flaring like a cobras hood would. "And you...." This was the boy he had respected, the pure-blood who had so far done nothing to anger him. He had given him his loyalty, and he had chosen to rub it in his face. "I expected more from the likes of you, Lestrange. Then again, I suppose Bellatrix was inspired to make that.... statement from the fantasies you two only wished you had the courage to fulfill" [/size]
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Post by Bellatrix Black on Sept 3, 2007 13:43:39 GMT -5
ooc ;; Aw. Poor Narcissa. I have some sympathy for her now. But that was just cold, Numbers. It's so Lucius. ^^ I love it.
bic ;; Bellatrix had fought back a laugh at hearing all of the Slytherins poking and prodding at Narcissa, straightening her back a bit as she leaned away from the table, snickering. She looked over at Colleen Savage, grinning at her for a moment before her eyes returned to her darling sister and everything that had mattered at the moment seemed to fade. The smile of the fifth year student slowly disappeared into the abyss and the twinkling of humor in her dark brown eyes vanished as well. This had gotten too carried away. No matter how much she despised Lucius Malfoy, it was a horrible thing to do, to take it out on her sister. They were family, after all, and they loved each other. Well, had loved each other. There was no telling whether Narcissa would accept an apology or hate her for the rest of their lives.
Amidst all of the laughing and jeering jokes and gestures that were thrown in beautiful Narcissa's direction, Bellatrix ceased her laughter and looked down at the empty table, her face as cold and stern as granite. How could she had been so heartless? She could've been that way to any other person and not regret it. But to Narcissa?
She looked up, turning her head to face her sister, staring at the gorgeous little blonde before she shook her head apologetically and mouthed the words, "I'm sorry Cissy." Bellatrix really didn't expect for her apology to be accepted. If she had been in Narcissa's place, she would've never forgiven her.
But her mouth dropped open as soon as she heard Lucius speak, her eyes turning to face Malfoy as he fussed at her and then at Rabastan and then slammed them both. Her mouth dropped open out of instinct, not even knowing what to say or how to react tothat harsh statement. She realized that she was gaping at the Head Boy, but didn't do anything about it: her mouth remained dropped open, her complexion draining from any color that was left there, and looking like she was about to break down and cry. [/size]
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Post by Narcissa Black on Sept 3, 2007 13:46:52 GMT -5
OoC: Oh! She may cry! Now she and Cissy match!
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Post by Bellatrix Black on Sept 3, 2007 13:49:02 GMT -5
ooc ;; Lol. Crying's not the best thing to celebrate about. xD But Bella's definitely offended. I've never had her get so emotional before. Usually she's just a snot about everything. [/size]
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