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Post by Bellatrix Black on Sept 16, 2007 16:16:22 GMT -5
ooc ;; Come on, people. We need to pick up the pace a little. Hardly anybody's been on lately. It's kind of depressing, actually. I miss you guys.
bic ;; "Felix felicis."
The wall seemed to shift a small amount before the outline of an entrance came into clear view and swung open, creating a clear way into the dungeons that housed the Slytherin common room. Dark curls were brushed effortlessly behind her ears as Bellatrix Black stepped through the doorway and into the large living space. No one was there yet, but she knew that most of the Slytherin students would be finishing up any time now and making their way to the depths of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry just to chat with one another over who all they had hexed over the summer - if they were old enough to use magic outside of school, of course - where they had been, and what fights they had provoked. Those were all the yearly conversation starters: the Slytherins had plenty of exciting tales to tell. But for now Bellatrix did not really want to deal with anyone.
Of course she would listen in to the exciting stories, but she wouldn't volunteer to let others further examine her break. What fun had the summer vacation been for her anyways? There certainly hadn't been any highlights whatsoever: how could there be when Narcissa was hanging all over Lucius Malfoy?
She grimaced as she curled up in one of the comfortable leather arm chairs, pulling her feet off of the floor and up under her. She smiled slightly as an old friend greeted her, the Siamese cat unfurling himself from the cream-colored ball of fur that he had been entangled in near the hearth and prancing delicately over to Bellatrix, leaping up into her lap and settling himself against her chest. [/size]
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Post by Lucius Malfoy on Sept 17, 2007 10:42:40 GMT -5
Ooc: I knowww D= It seems like only me, you, Sirius and Zeros have been on. 3= Or at least, posting.
Bic: A second voice came soon after hers, the same words spoken. He walked the same steps she walked, breathed the same air she did - and despised every moment of it. He watched the way she walked, the way her hips swung gently to an invisable beat, the way her hair swayed with her movements, everything linked so perfectly on form. His cold eyes watch as she sits, watch as a small smile graces her face for a moment as she greets her cat. He watched with contempt, as if his gaze would some how mortally wound her. Oh how he longed for such powers. Still. He knew he would have to get used to her, no matter how much he despised her. Knowing that if indeed he did choose to marry Narcissa, which he fairly confident that when he proposed, whenever that time would be, she would accept. He considering proposing at the end of the year, or least during this year. He knew that after he left the school that many men would probably come after her like sharks to blood. Over the summer he had already had the ring made, and it was sitting somewhere within the deep recesses of his bag, whether he would use it or not, it didn't really matter, he had decided. The fireplace had already been lit, the flames causing many shadows to dance wildly on the walls. An eternal dance that seemed never to tire. He watches silently for a moment as the flames lick and rip at the coal, facinated by the sheer power and destruction that came with fire. If a single ember were to fall upon the highly detailed rug that lay near by, the whole school could very well burn down. He did not know why, but this brought a strange sense of satisfaction to his features. He slides down in one of the chairs as far away from Bellatrix as possible, not intrested in making conversation or amends. What was there to say, anyway, that wouldn't be provokotive? Not long after he had entered, the first years arived, the tender words of the other prefect spilling from her lips. He watches casually, examining their faces once again, wondering curiously what these children would make of their lives. Somehow, he was able to tell which ones would make it and which would fall behind. No matter, if their families were pure and rich, grades didn't really matter.
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Post by Narcissa Black on Sept 30, 2007 7:32:30 GMT -5
Narcissa Black had completely spaced out after the welcoming banquet. She looked up to see that everyone had left her. She blinked once and slowly stood and shuffled in the direction of the dungeons. Wait, what am i saying? Shuffled? Narcissa didn't do anything but glide and saunter. She tossed her sheet of white hair over her shoulder and marched sauntered out of the Great Hall. Narcissa slowly made her way down towards the dungeons. She descended the flights of stairs with grace and poise and finally stood before the entrance, only to realize she hadn't known the password. "Ugh!" She proclaimed to herself, "What are boyfriend prefects for if they don't tell you the password?" Narcissa crossed her arms over her uh... chest, and stared at the doorway, trying to think of new ideas for a password.
Narcissa continued to huff as she stared at the wall, each second becoming more frustrating and the thought of being seen was becoming all too unbarable. How would it look if SHE, Narcissa Black, girlfriend of Lucius Malfoy, was locked out of the common room, glaring at a wall in the middle of the dungeons.
Suddenly Narcissa heard it; it was the march of the First Years. Narcissa ALMOST smiled. The joy was overbearing as she say the lowly female prefect (she had suspected that the prefect had had a thing for Lucius back in the day). She quickly hid behind a statue, not wanting to be seen. As the crowd filed in, Narcissa jumped in line behind them and entered the common room.
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Post by Bellatrix Black on Sept 30, 2007 15:23:56 GMT -5
ooc ;; Finally! People are posting. ^^
bic ;; Her two dark brown eyes didn't even look away from the fire as she was sitting in the comfortable arm chair, boredly staring at the orange flickering flames and burning embers, as she just barely caught a glimpse of long, flowing white-blonde hair and, automatically presuming that it was indeed her sister Narcissa, spoke up.
"About time that you came back," Bellatrix Black said somewhat casually, closing her eyes as she continued to stroke the soft cream-coloured fur of the Siamese cat napping on her lap. "Been hanging around with that prat Lucius Malfoy, I presume?" And as soon as that statement came out from those pursed lips she looked up in shock, seeing that the newcomer was not her sibling but her worst nightmare.
Lucius Malfoy had entered the room.
She felt her cheeks turn an instant dull shade of red, one that was highly noticable with her white, sickly complexion. Of course it had been Lucius Malfoy. With her bad luck, who else could it had been? Certainly not Narcissa. She wasn't lucky enough for that. "Oh." Bellatrix immediately drug her gaze away from the Slytherin Head Boy and back to the fire, growing instantly quiet, glowering in her place. And, thank the dear Lord in Heaven, the door opened again, not giving either of the two soon-to-be inlaws time to speak, and in filed the first years, her gorgeous sister bringing up the end of the line.
At seeing her, Bellatrix stood up and hurried over towards Narcissa before Lucius could have time to get to her. "Ah. Cissy." As she spoke, she cast a sideway glance over at the Malfoy prefect, but didn't leave her gaze focused on him, although if he had looked close enough there was something present in her eyes that mockingly cried, Hah. So there. [/size]
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Post by Rabastan Lestrange on Oct 1, 2007 12:53:51 GMT -5
ooc; as long as you don't start singing Back For Good, I'm back. (: sorry. long story. I didn't get on for a few weeks for some reason and then I lost the link. gomennasai. -bows-
Some chose to retreat to their dormitories quickly and just get some peace. It was rather understandable after the day that had been - after all, the fights among the pure-blooded Slytherins and those fights involving the Marauders weren't the only ones. On the longer rate, if the fights became this frequent, someone was going to get seriously injured within a month, and the teachers were aware of that. But they were also aware of another thing; things settled... everywhere BUT in the Slytherin House.
It was different in the Slytherin House. The teachers didn't maybe know what it was like, but then again, half of the House didn't know what was going on. The continuous struggle for power and influence between the pure-bloods, and the very few, special half-bloods that had enough contacts to be one of the important. The rest were just pawns in the big game. Puppets. Slaves.
This what was crossed Colleen Savage's mind as she lay on her back on her bed, blonde hair dancing around her head on the emerald pillow. A sigh escaped her red lips. She was determined not to become one of those puppets. After being above them, she had seen the truth. The truth, that Slytherin was a group with idiots, rapists, other perverts, violent people, cocky people, smart people and all sorts of problematic people put together. No one was safe and none could be trusted.
Less problematic and dangerous matters crossed Bartemius Crouch's mind as he made his trunk slide under his bed with a simple flick of his wand. Freedom. Finally freedom, but also stress. With N.E.W.T's coming up, there sure was stress, but... He stood up, wandering over to the window. His robes lay on the bed along with his grey waistcoat with the emerald details. His tie hung untied around his neck as his brown eyes looked out into the darkness.
Did it really matter? Did it really matter to him anymore, all this pointless school work? He feared not.
ooc; I'll bring in Rasty soon, I just need the right mood for him and I don't have that right now. xD
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