They’re not supposed to be here, deep in the forest, unsupervised. It starts out a joke, turns a dare, and then manifests into a reality. A group of five, all Slytherins in their final year – they should know better – with three boys and two girls. They’re traipsing through desolate woodland with only the early morning light to guide them through the dark, murky path. It’s late February, brisk and cold, yet it’s beginning to warm with the telltale sign of the frosts on branches and leaves slowly melting away into tiny droplets of water.
Rodolphus twirls one of the girls around, a pretty blonde with bright blue eyes and a mischievous smile. He has a smile of his own to match hers, deceptively warm and light-hearted. Fond, even. A lit cigarette hangs lopsided at the corner of his lips as he watches her dance and let out another joyous laughter. They’re having fun.
One of the other boys, a brunet with green eyes, have taken ahold of her hand now, pulling her towards him. She shoves him away, sticking her tongue out at him.
Rodolphus' attention shifts to the other girl and his smile grows as he casually loops an arm around her shoulders. It’s natural, easy, comfortable – almost as if it’s a common occurrence between the two. They’re close knit. It’s evident.
He dips down to whisper next to her ear. ] I bet you’re a better dancer, Bella. [ It’s said harmlessly, yet the intent behind it is clear. He straightens his posture as his gaze returns to the blonde. She looks displeased by their proximity, but she doesn’t speak a word. She doesn’t dare. Instead, she directs an inquiry towards the shortest of the males, a blond with light brown eyes, who has been quiet the entire way.
“Where are all the beasts you've warned us of? Why, we’ve been here for nearly an hour and I have yet to see a single formidable creature!”
Her question is answered with a noncommittal shrug, yet the boy seems unsettled. He hadn’t wanted to come, but he couldn’t back down. Not without risk of losing his pride.
Rodolphus watches the exchange between the two with mild amusement as he takes a steady drag of his cigarette. ] If you wanted to see a formidable creature, look no further, [ he states with a wide sweep of his arm towards the brunette beside him. ] We have our very own right here.
[ Permission is not something Bellatrix has ever sought. Not from her mother, a woman unable to understand or tame her daughter's free spirit and rebellious ways; not from a father too busy with work, a man who doted on his daughter and sheltered her from consequence, imprinting upon her the fact that the world is hers for the taking, and those lesser than the Blacks should kneel; and certainly not from her sisters, to whom she is the eldest, and by default, the wisest. Permission is a cage, one constructed by those who believe they're in control. It's meant to batter and bruise a person into submission, to rip one's autonomy to shreds, so that they're reduced to nothing more than mewling, pitiful creatures.
Not Bellatrix. She'd stepped out of the castle willingly, goading the others into following when the idea settled in her mind and belly like a warm friend. It's pretty, this time of day and year. Cold and frosty, but pretty. Sharp eyes follow everything in the wee morning hours, gaze sweeping over thawing branches as she listens to the crunch of frozen bits of ground under their footsteps. The longer they linger outside, the rosier her cheeks grow. The woods are uninhabited, natural in a way that the school grounds never are. It's free out here.
Well, it's free enough; the laughter detracts from some of the effect, drawing her focus from the branches up above and down to those before her. Long blonde hair lifts and spins under Rodolphus' ministrations, a pretty blur that soon fades out when the girl is tugged away.
Soon, there's an arm draped over her shoulders and warm breath grazing her ear. She might've shivered. Might've been tempted to lean into that body, but Bella refrains. They've an audience, after all. ] Betting against me would be a poor choice. [ She murmurs, tilting her head to regard him, a lazy smile gracing her lips. She reaches up as he pulls back to pluck the cigarette from between his lips and takes a long drag. Long enough to make her lungs burn and scream, before the smoke is blown in a steady stream from between her lips.
The three they're with stare at her long and hard after that declaration and dramatic sweep of the arm. Really, Rodolphus, she's a lady, not a creature. Nevertheless, her expression remains neutral, the retort swallowed as she draws the cigarette back up to reddened lips.
"Yes, she's terrifying," the blonde huffs, turning to the other two boys. "We were hoping for something a little less familiar, seeing as Bellatrix lives with us." ]
Shall we make a ruckus then? [ she finally asks, when their murmurs of disgruntlement carry on for far longer than necessary. ] You want your creatures. Your horrendous monsters you've read all about in class. [ Bella props her stolen cigarette between her lips and draws her wand. The others are quiet, not quiet ready to invite trouble as their words would suggest.
So the witch turns her attention back to her companion, grey eyes near sparkling as she steps closer to Rodolphus, lightly dragging the tip of her wand along the soft underside of his jaw, stopping when she reaches the tip of his chin. Her words are soft, near intimate, as if she were speaking to a lover. ] You'll call for them with me, won't you?
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They’re not supposed to be here, deep in the forest, unsupervised. It starts out a joke, turns a dare, and then manifests into a reality. A group of five, all Slytherins in their final year – they should know better – with three boys and two girls. They’re traipsing through desolate woodland with only the early morning light to guide them through the dark, murky path. It’s late February, brisk and cold, yet it’s beginning to warm with the telltale sign of the frosts on branches and leaves slowly melting away into tiny droplets of water.
Rodolphus twirls one of the girls around, a pretty blonde with bright blue eyes and a mischievous smile. He has a smile of his own to match hers, deceptively warm and light-hearted. Fond, even. A lit cigarette hangs lopsided at the corner of his lips as he watches her dance and let out another joyous laughter. They’re having fun.
One of the other boys, a brunet with green eyes, have taken ahold of her hand now, pulling her towards him. She shoves him away, sticking her tongue out at him.
Rodolphus' attention shifts to the other girl and his smile grows as he casually loops an arm around her shoulders. It’s natural, easy, comfortable – almost as if it’s a common occurrence between the two. They’re close knit. It’s evident.
He dips down to whisper next to her ear. ] I bet you’re a better dancer, Bella. [ It’s said harmlessly, yet the intent behind it is clear. He straightens his posture as his gaze returns to the blonde. She looks displeased by their proximity, but she doesn’t speak a word. She doesn’t dare. Instead, she directs an inquiry towards the shortest of the males, a blond with light brown eyes, who has been quiet the entire way.
“Where are all the beasts you've warned us of? Why, we’ve been here for nearly an hour and I have yet to see a single formidable creature!”
Her question is answered with a noncommittal shrug, yet the boy seems unsettled. He hadn’t wanted to come, but he couldn’t back down. Not without risk of losing his pride.
Rodolphus watches the exchange between the two with mild amusement as he takes a steady drag of his cigarette. ] If you wanted to see a formidable creature, look no further, [ he states with a wide sweep of his arm towards the brunette beside him. ] We have our very own right here.
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Not Bellatrix. She'd stepped out of the castle willingly, goading the others into following when the idea settled in her mind and belly like a warm friend. It's pretty, this time of day and year. Cold and frosty, but pretty. Sharp eyes follow everything in the wee morning hours, gaze sweeping over thawing branches as she listens to the crunch of frozen bits of ground under their footsteps. The longer they linger outside, the rosier her cheeks grow. The woods are uninhabited, natural in a way that the school grounds never are. It's free out here.
Well, it's free enough; the laughter detracts from some of the effect, drawing her focus from the branches up above and down to those before her. Long blonde hair lifts and spins under Rodolphus' ministrations, a pretty blur that soon fades out when the girl is tugged away.
Soon, there's an arm draped over her shoulders and warm breath grazing her ear. She might've shivered. Might've been tempted to lean into that body, but Bella refrains. They've an audience, after all. ] Betting against me would be a poor choice. [ She murmurs, tilting her head to regard him, a lazy smile gracing her lips. She reaches up as he pulls back to pluck the cigarette from between his lips and takes a long drag. Long enough to make her lungs burn and scream, before the smoke is blown in a steady stream from between her lips.
The three they're with stare at her long and hard after that declaration and dramatic sweep of the arm. Really, Rodolphus, she's a lady, not a creature. Nevertheless, her expression remains neutral, the retort swallowed as she draws the cigarette back up to reddened lips.
"Yes, she's terrifying," the blonde huffs, turning to the other two boys. "We were hoping for something a little less familiar, seeing as Bellatrix lives with us." ]
Shall we make a ruckus then? [ she finally asks, when their murmurs of disgruntlement carry on for far longer than necessary. ] You want your creatures. Your horrendous monsters you've read all about in class. [ Bella props her stolen cigarette between her lips and draws her wand. The others are quiet, not quiet ready to invite trouble as their words would suggest.
So the witch turns her attention back to her companion, grey eyes near sparkling as she steps closer to Rodolphus, lightly dragging the tip of her wand along the soft underside of his jaw, stopping when she reaches the tip of his chin. Her words are soft, near intimate, as if she were speaking to a lover. ] You'll call for them with me, won't you?