Post by BELLATRIX PROSERPINA BLACK on Nov 24, 2013 12:48:26 GMT -8
She hadn’t been to Defense Against the Dark Arts in months. She had refused to answer the letters demanding her attendance at their training sessions. She had mourned the death of her father, her lover. She had been betrayed and accepted again by her betrothed. All the while She hadn’t see him in what seemed like ages.
Bellatirx Black had been avoiding Professor Riddle like the plague.
It wasn’t that she no longer had interest, it was the fact that she had been compromised by her emotions. Seeing him reminded her too much of what had happened over the past few months and there were bitter feelings that tugged at her memories. Bitterness, Anger, Loathing. The raven-haired girl clenched her fists as she walked, determined to make the strange thoughts leave her head. It was time for her to get over all of that. She was Bellatrix Black - she was back on top of the world. She was a force to be reckoned with in the Slytherin common room and now it was time for her to go back to exploring her more...global options. It was due time that she returned to her Dark Lord and proved herself worth of The Mark. Her fingertips touched her forearm, her eyes narrowing even more as she walked into the darkened village of Hogsmeade.
The snow was still falling, sticking to her dark hair as she walked through the dim streets of the village. Despite the cold, she pressed on, determined to reach the meeting point that had been established. She had written a letter to Riddle a few days ago, telling him that she would like to meet in front of the safe-house that was Morgana Scrivenshaft’s shop in Hogsmeade. There had been no response from him, but Bells knew better than to expect anything from the man that she had been pushing away as a mentor for too long.
Ducking into one of the allies that was adjacent to the building, she finally felt herself relax a little. She was safe here, no one knew that she was in the village except for him. Bellatrix leaned against the brick of the building, her green eyes sweeping out across the street. She knew that he would come or he would ignore her completely. She could only hope that she hadn’t burnt the bridge entirely.