Post by BELLATRIX PROSERPINA BLACK on Jun 11, 2014 12:34:50 GMT -8
Detention. Yet again. Bellatrix Black was sick and tired of the constant detentions. She couldn’t help it if she had more important things to do than to attend Professor Riddle’s Defense Against the Dark Arts classes. After all, he more than anyone should have understood her aversion to the subject. Why could she possibly want to learn to defend herself against something that she instead wanted to be immersed completely in? Following Filch down the narrowing corridor, she tried to restrain herself from perpetually rolling her eyes at the bumbling idiot. After all, what kind of real man drug his feet down the hallway and stroked his cat like it was a chalice of gold? There was a part of her that wanted to pull her wand and wipe him off of the face of the planet, right then and there, but she held back. If her Lord and master wanted her to serve detention for not attending her class, then she would. She wouldn’t kill her detention giver just because she was angry.
She barely noticed that he stopped walking until she was practically on top of him, at which point, she made sure to avoid touching him and pressed against the side of the stony corridor, “Could’ve at least given a warning that we were stopping, you bloody squ-” Filch turned and shoved a dirty piece of something into her hands, which she answered with a vicious growl in his direction. She would not be treated like a peasant, especially around someone as disgraceful as Argus Filch.
“What the hell is this?” Bella demanded as she looked down at the piece of cloth the caretaker had thrust into her hand.
Flich shot her a nasty grin as he wound his hands around in tight circles, “The eldest Miss Black will be polishing all of the candelabras in this corridor, do you understand?” He growled, his beady eyes watching Miss Norris instead of Bellatrix herself, “Reinforcements will be along shortly, but you...you can start on your own.”
“Gladly.” She answered, the sass oozing out of every word that managed to fall from her lips. Dainty hands refused to completely grab the cloth as she swung it around in circles, waiting for her oppressor to leave her alone so she could clean with magic.
“And no magic, hand over yer wand, Black.”
“This is ludicrious, if you think that Professor Riddle will be happy to know that you’re stripping me of the very thing that makes me-”
“Oh just get on with it. You know, if I had my way, they'd peel that prefect's badge right off of your robes...” The man muttered as he left Bellatrix Black alone in the hallway with at least fifty candelabras to polish...all by hand.
One obscene gesture directed at the back of Flich and she marched toward the first candelabra that she saw, making little effort in actually cleaning it. Instead, she moved her hand in tight circles, trying to not snap. Perhaps the mind-numbing activity would be good for her. A chance to collect her thoughts. She would get Andy on her side, Narcissa was no problem...but the rest of the family? They might take some convincing. If she was going to right their name, she would need as much support as she could get...even if that meant attempting to mend bridges that she would have liked to stay burned.
Lost deep in her own thoughts, Bella hardly noticed when Flich dropped off his next unlucky recruit.TAG; Sirius Orion BlackNOTES; hope this is an okay opener! :]