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Out for Blood :: ANDY Dec 24, 2012 21:19:33 GMT -8

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Post by BELLATRIX PROSERPINA BLACK on Dec 24, 2012 21:19:33 GMT -8

It came as no surprise to the entire Slytherin house that Bellatrix Black was not a morning person. In fact, she detested the very idea of having to get up for classes every day. That was why - when the weekend finally rolled around - she cherished being able to sleep until her heart, and body, were content.

This fine Saturday morning was no exception and Bells rolled out of bed in time for 11 o’clock breakfast. She didn’t bother to wear much more than what she had slept in, throwing her hair up into a bun on top of her head and slipping on a t-shirt and a pair of tight jeans that she had found on the floor near her bed. No one would look to long at her, for fear of getting their ears hexed off in one of her rages. That was the way that she liked it. It meant that she could keep to herself and not worry about what she looked like...especially on weekends.

”Don’t. Say. Anything.”

[/b] She breathed as one of the seventh year Slytherin girls opened her eyes from the bed next to her. The girl raised both eyebrows at her outfit and she suddenly felt a fresh wave of anger surge through her body. Yes, it was one of those mornings to be sure. Bellatrix was not in the mood to deal with her right now and she knew better than to try and talk to her before the afternoon hours. She leaned over to her beside table and grabbed one of the books that was lying there and threw it at the girl, ”Go ahead and return that to the library for me, won’t you.”[/b] She growled, knowing that the girl deserved it after looking at her.

With that, Bells stood up and took her leave from the dormitory, determined to get some brunch to keep her tided over for the rest of the afternoon.

It wasn’t long before she made it to the Great Hall, her hands shoved into her pockets, a dangerous smile playing on the corners of her lips. It was an awkward time for eating, so there were only a few stragglers left in the Great Hall. Although she knew that people could sit wherever they wanted during non-formal meals, she took her normal seat in the middle of the Slytherin table, right next to the fireplace in the room. She was comfortable there, she loved the feeling of being in charge that it seemed to give her. From her seat in the middle, she could control the entire table. She could hear everything. She could see everything, and most importantly, she could say anything and it would get passed down the ranks until every Snake knew about it. Yes, Bellatrix Black was devilish when it came to the Slytherin Rumor Mill, that much was for certain.

Lost in thought, she almost didn’t realize that someone had sat down across from her until it was a few seconds passed. It was only then that her eyes focused and she realized who it was, ”Andromeda. Good morning, love.”[/b] Her tone dangerously sweet. Bells wasn’t in the mood for company, but she felt like she owed her sister some sort of greeting and conversation. After all, what else was blood for?[/size][/blockquote][/blockquote][/justify]

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Out for Blood :: ANDY Dec 29, 2012 17:19:31 GMT -8

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Post by Deleted on Dec 29, 2012 17:19:31 GMT -8

Andromeda Black was not a girl who took others delving into her future lightly. She wasn’t particularly controlling; however, that did not mean she invited the controlling nature of others to order her life as they did so wish. Unfortunately, as one of three sisters who were all now being used as bargaining chips to regain the family fortune ~~after their idiotic father spent all his other chips gambling~~ Andromeda would simply have to get used to it. And here, it had begun for her, as it had begun for her older sister not too long ago. Bellatrix had rather recently become betrothed to Rodolphus Lestrange; in some ways, Andromeda could see the logic between the pair of them together… but Andromeda knew that in reality, logical did not equate good… and as easily as her parents surely saw a cashcow in the marriage, Andromeda saw potential disaster and perhaps even mutual destruction, should one (or the other) say the wrong thing, at the wrong time. Were all arranged marriages both completely logical and completely terrible matches?

It looked as if she would soon find out.

Unlike her older sister, Andromeda was certainly a morning person: she loved watching the sun come up outside her window, nearly as much as she loved watching the night sky from a tower. Even on weekends, Andromeda often found herself rising around the time the sun came up. This Saturday morning had been no exception; she’d been to breakfast in time for the owls, just as she was during the week, but today… Today, a letter had arrived at Andromeda’s lap that was not very appreciated. It was from her “loving parents,” or in truth: her mother. “Loving” was a loose term for the Black family, however—Andromeda was well aware that Mother dearest much preferred Bellatrix to her younger two daughters. It hurt, but it was a fact that she had grown up with. As with everything, this time Andromeda came second. It was now her turn to play gambling chip for daddy… more cash for the bad habit, Andromeda thought resentfully, as she read the words on the page.

Narcissa, being the youngest, and maybe even too young for this nonsense… she was so, so lucky. She had time, still, to live her life to her own wishes, and to have carefree relationships… Andromeda was going to miss that, she thought bitterly. Utterly forgetting about the food on her plate, Andromeda read on as her “parents” (her mother, as she doubted her father had had anything to do with the letter at all) described to her the potential they saw in this match. How wonderful the guy was. Yeah, yeah, she thought, sarcasm dripping from the words even in her mind. It was Jacen Frost. Andromeda knew him – not incredibly well; he was in Bellatrix’s year, not hers… but he was Head Boy, she knew that much. It wasn’t terrible news, she supposed, but… still.

She had spent her morning in a daze, thinking about the situation. She still wasn’t quite sure where she sat on the issue, and so she did what anyone would do: she went to her older sister for advice. The difference, of course, is that her sister was Bellatrix Black, and advice wasn’t something Andromeda frequently went to her sister for… but, she was also embroiled in this same sticky situation. ”Good morning, Bellatrix,” she said as she watched her sister. It had been a moment or two since she had sat down, but Andromeda was well aware of her sister’s lack of focus before noon. ”Mind if we chat?” The question was a formality – they both knew it. Bellatrix didn’t want to talk, but she would anyway, because they were sisters. ”I got my letter from Mother today.” She nodded. ”You know—the betrothal. Apparently, the Lestrange’s money isn’t quite enough for them…” the sixteen year old shrugged. ”I am to, at some point, wed Jacen Frost.”

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Out for Blood :: ANDY Dec 31, 2012 14:25:16 GMT -8

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Post by BELLATRIX PROSERPINA BLACK on Dec 31, 2012 14:25:16 GMT -8

Silently, Bellatrix pulled a plate over to her side of the table and set a few pieces of toast on it. She wasn’t particularly hungry yet, but the toast would give her something to do to keep her mind engaged while Andromeda spoke. Before noon, she was a mess and her little sister seemed fully aware of the current situation, ”I’ll always have time for you little sister. What brings you to my end of the table?”

[/b] She said with a raised eyebrow. Andromeda rarely came to her with her personal issues, so this was a completely new concept for her. She picked up a piece of toast and put the corner of it into her mouth, chewing on the burnt crust that was suddenly very appealing to her.

It wasn’t a surprise when Andromeda mentioned that there would be a betrothal to Jacen Frost, in fact, Bellatrix had known about it weeks ago. Their mother had sent the eldest Black daughter a letter regarding the situation and explaining - in the most explicit of terms - how it was to be handled. Bellatrix was supposed to be supportive of the match, to keep her sister’s spirits high, and most of all, to be welcoming of the Frost boy into their mix. Bells practically snorted at her internal battle and then placed her fingers over her lips, trying to hide the fact that she found this to be a very funny situation. She pulled the piece of toast out of her mouth and put it back onto the plate, holding out her free hand to Andy, ”Come now, let’s see...”[/b] She said, her eyes glinting with curiosity. She managed to get the letter from Andromeda and began reading to herself.

It was written in classic Druella style, suggesting that this was the greatest thing that had happened to them. Hinting at how happy Andromeda should be and what a great honor it would be for the entire Black family to perpetuate the line of such...pure-blood. There was a load of crap in the middle of her mother talking directly to Andromeda, but Bellatrix chose to ignore that. It wasn’t of importance. She was most interested in the bottom of the letter which detailed the time-line for the betrothal. Just like Bellatrix, Andromeda was to wed the year after she graduated from Hogwarts. Jacen would have secured a job by then and the pair of them were to be ‘uncommonly happy together and produce the most beautiful grandchildren.’ Bellatrix nearly gagged at her mother’s writing, convinced at once that the woman was intoxicated when she wrote.

”Well isn’t this an interesting turn of events...”[/b] Bellatrix said, more to herself than to her sister. She slowly lay the letter down onto the table and then raised her eyes to meet Andy’s. She had figured that her parents wouldn’t be satisfied until they had rebuilt the family name and fortune, and it only made sense that Andromeda would be next on the chopping block. For just a moment, Bellatrix pitied the poor girl; betrothal was a life of awkward encounters until you go to the point where you could stand being in the same room as the other person; and Bellatrix and Rod? Well they just hadn’t gotten there yet. She wasn’t sure that they ever would, ”Jacen’s a practical choice, that’s for sure. I can’t say that I’m surprised. Money, Head Boy, all that Jazz.”[/b] She picked up the piece of toast and took a bite, stifling a yawn with the food, ”You lucky lucky girl.”[/b] Her eyes were bright with something unsaid, ”Mother and Father must be very excited. You will - of course - go through with it.”[/b]

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Out for Blood :: ANDY Jan 5, 2013 1:14:25 GMT -8

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As Andromeda peered at her elder sister across the table, eyeing the toast that she nibbled upon, she wondered why on earth she had decided to come to her today, here at the time at which Bellatrix was least amenable – certainly not a good idea on most days. Part of her felt the instinct to just get up and walk away, but they were sisters, and Bellatrix reminded her of the bond of Black blood: always time for each other, always kind if cordial words should it ever be needed. This was one of the few times Andromeda had ever felt any true need to go to her sister, and she supposed that was what made it alright to go to her, even at this time. As they spoke, she watched her sister eat, realizing neither of them were likely actually hungry. Andromeda stared at the toast with strawberry jam that was on her own plate, and the grape juice beside it. With the smallest of shrugs, she decided to eat as well – it was better than just sitting while the words swirled inside her head.

Watching her sister’s face carefully as she chewed toast and jam, as she spoke of the betrothal… she remembered. She remembered that Bellatrix was their mother’s favorite, and that Bellatrix knew things, sometimes, before the younger two daughters ever were told, even if it involved them and not Bellatrix. As Bellatrix made her move for the letter, Andromeda did nothing to stop her; she knew the letter contained little Bella didn’t already know about – after that small gesture against her lips, Andromeda knew better now. But Bellatrix wanted to read it; and so she let her. The entire letter was near burned into her mind by now: Andromeda had read it five times already this morning. She would likely read it several times more before placing it in her trunk and doing her best to move forward with her newly neatly-planned life.

Andromeda shrugged when Bellatrix spoke. ”I suppose that’s one way to look at it,” she murmured. Andromeda slowly picked up the letter (knowing better than to ever make any hasty measures so close to her older sister) and folded it back up, placing it in her bag carefully. ”Personally, I would rather they jumped me and set on Narcissa… you know she’d just love something like this, but I suppose she’s still a bit young… or maybe Mother decided to do things chronologically.” More thinking aloud than speaking directly to Bellatrix, she realized it was time to close her mouth, and so did. Andromeda smoothed a strand of hair that was dangling—fixing her hair, in any way, was her familiar nervous habit, and it did soothe her—and nodded lightly.

”I’ve heard nothing but good things about him. He looks alright, I suppose. It’s a bit odd, but… well. There’s nothing for that. Practical—yes. Hopefully we won’t clash,” she replied, a wry smile on her lips as the implication of Bellatrix’s own match was clear. ”Lucky me…” she repeated quietly, unsure of the exact extent of that luck. She shook her head to clear it, and smiled—perhaps a little false, but it was Bellatrix, and Bellatrix understood the necessities of such things. ”Of course I will. It’s family,” and the way Andromeda said it, the implication was clear again: family was, as always, interchangeable with duty. ”Can you tell me anything about him? You are in his year, after all… and I would love to have any information that’s… more real,” she finally said, knowing Bellatrix would understand her meaning.

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Out for Blood :: ANDY Jan 9, 2013 8:52:05 GMT -8

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Post by BELLATRIX PROSERPINA BLACK on Jan 9, 2013 8:52:05 GMT -8

Bells could tell by her sister’s general demeanor that this had not been something that she had been expecting. In all honest, Bellatrix hadn’t been expecting it either. It most certainly made sense to auction off their eldest daughter to a life of unhappiness for the sake of the family blood line, but not enough money? Bells could hardly believe that. The Lestranges were practically rolling in galleons. She watched her sister tuck the letter away into her bag, no doubt going to read it a thousand times more before she finally believed the words that were written upon the page, ”You’re unhappy.”

[/b] She said blandly as she reached up to tug at some of her raven hair. The murmuring, the general sadness that seemed to encompass her in that moment made it obvious. Betrothal wasn’t a death sentence, but it certainly wasn’t carrot cake with cream cheese icing either. Droms would be disgruntled for a while about the whole thing, but eventually, she would get over it. She had to, it was part of her duty.

”Don’t worry about Cissy, I’m sure her time will come soon enough.”[/b] She breathed as she drummed her fingers against the wooden table. She couldn’t figure out what her parents were playing at, opting to give another child up to betrothal. ‘Desperate times,’ She reminded herself, ”You’re older, you understand what this really means, don’t you?”[/b] It was more of a statement than it was a question, ”I think that Narcissa still thinks that betrothal equates to white knights and princesses.”[/b] She couldn’t help but roll her eyes when she thought of her younger sister. She had such skewed views about marriage. It wasn’t about love for their parents; it was about the power play...the domination.

”Ah, so you’re worried that Monsieur Frost isn’t all that he’s cooked up to be.”[/b] Bells was surprised by her sister’s intuition, knowing full well that there was always more to people than met the eye. Slowly, she leaned back on the bench, looking around to see who was in the Great Hall. Fortunately for the Black sisters, not many people were moving about so they were relatively secluded in their own portion of the Slytherin table. Without another word, Bells slid forward so that her elbows were on the table, propping herself up, ”Everyone loves him. At least in my circles.”[/b] She shrugged her shoulders acting as if it was no big deal, ”Doesn’t that seem a little strange to you? A Hufflepuff who acts like a Slytherin but has no enemies?”[/b] She raised both of her eyebrows. It had always been perplexing to her the way that Jacen had been able to manipulate everyone...or at least she assumed that’s what he was doing. One moment he was joking around as if he was best friends with her mates and the next, well the next he was sucking up to the teachers and putting on his best ‘doll-face.’ There was something off about him, but Bells knew better than to point it out to Droms lest she get cold feet, ”But I think he’s wonderful and so do mum and dad.”[/b]

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Out for Blood :: ANDY Jan 15, 2013 7:10:25 GMT -8

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Post by Deleted on Jan 15, 2013 7:10:25 GMT -8

Truthfully, Andromeda was worried. She loved her family – in an odd way, because it was hard to love the Blacks in any other way – but she was scared. She was afraid that she wouldn’t be able to step up and do her duty when it came to this. Her family had only ever asked so little of her; good grades, behave yourself, don’t get into any trouble… be a good pureblood, Dromeda. Do your duty. But now, now her duty was becoming not just a simple facet of her life, but the deciding factor of it. In a way, she wouldn’t be marrying Jacen come time, no. She’d be marrying her duty. The word kept bouncing around her head until the four letters became jumbled and she wasn’t even sure it was really a word anymore. Andromeda felt a slight panicked feeling bubbling up, and she quashed it with a gentle shake of her head. ”No, I’m not… unhappy. I just—I suppose it’s shock, just yet.” She felt something grabbing at her heart—that panicked feeling again. Ignoring it, she continued. ”I mean, clearly I’m not particularly pleased with the idea of the arranged marriage… but that doesn’t mean I’m vehemently against it. I don’t even know him,” she said. But all she could think about was the terrible relationship the sister in front of her already had with her husband-to-be. Is that going to be me? She had to wonder.

Andromeda shook her head again; this time, less to clear it of her thoughts and emotions, and more at her sister’s words. ”Do you really think so? Isn’t the Lestange’s and Frost’s money enough?” Even she could hear the hint of melancholy in her tone, now, and she tried to cover it with a small smile. ”Of course I understand,” she said—now a little sharply, insulted by the idea that she didn’t. ”Narcissa is the baby—she never had to grow up. Mother and Father have always made sure of that, I suppose. Narcissa still thinks that Lucius Malfoy is going to be her Prince Charming, she still thinks that he’ll ride up some day on a white horse and rescue her from her imagined tribulations. I understand reality. If Lucius Malfoy ever does realize that Narcissa is half in love with him, he’ll exploit her emotions and get what he wants. If she’s lucky, by the time, she’ll have grown up enough to know how to keep him.” Andromeda loved boys, it was true: but she didn’t have any illusions as to how the minds of the opposite sex operated. ”And if not, if he breaks her instead, then we’ll have a small mess to help clean up, because Merlin knows Narcissa won’t survive it without at least one of us to help mend her.” Andromeda knew it was harsh. But she had become increasingly unimpressed with her younger sister as of late, and the betrothal—and Narcissa’s certain reaction to the news, when it would reach her, was agitating Andromeda already.

”I—“ But she couldn’t fully deny it. ”I’m simply… trying to see what our parents have gotten me into, that’s all. Without any of Mother’s pretty, meaningless words.” To be honest, Andromeda simply wanted to know if she was up against another Rodolphus—a problem betrothal if there ever was one. Honestly, how was someone like her supposed to keep a good reputation when now linked to someone who was shacking up with the whole bloody school? Bellatrix could negate it with her sheer power, but Andromeda’s power had always been her charms, not so much her wand. She watched Bella carefully, seeing her sister look watchfully around the Hall. Was he—was he here? She wondered, and her heart thudded. But, no. Bellatrix leaned back in, so he must not—and they must be alone, for this was her secret-sharing posture. And Andromeda’s face nearly fell at the lack of juiciness to her description. However, her expression turned thoughtful instead. ”They do?” She frowned slightly. ”What’s the catch, Trixie?” She slipped into the childhood nickname. Something about her description did seem strange… like a trap. Suspicion held tight in her chest. ”Do you, honestly? All Mum and Dad think is wonderful is his money. From you, Bellatrix… I believe your sister, at the very least, deserves the truth.” Her posture perfect, she stared her sister in the eye, daring Bellatrix to deny her this.

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Out for Blood :: ANDY Jan 17, 2013 13:29:30 GMT -8

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Post by BELLATRIX PROSERPINA BLACK on Jan 17, 2013 13:29:30 GMT -8

Bells looked up sharply as she said that she wasn’t unhappy. That was certainly a change of events that she hadn’t been expecting. She remembered when she had been informed of her betrothal to Rodolphus. She most certainly had thrown a fit, but after a while, she had just...relaxed about the whole thing. Andromeda seemed to have skipped the freak-out step entirely. Secretly, Bells couldn’t wait to see what kind of relationship would develop between Andromeda and Jacen. Truth be told, Jacen was a bit of a player in Bells’ opinion but he was nothing compared to Rod. Would Andy eventually feel the same anger that prickled Bellatrix’s skin every time that she looked upon her betrothed? Or would she be content with the marriage that was ahead of her. Bellatrix shook her head, trying not to dwell upon the thoughts for too long, ”Well, you’ll have a good long time to get to know him, now won’t you? From now until...forever.”

[/b] She rolled her eyes, her voice regaining that normal edge. There wasn’t much that Bells could do in the sympathy department, as much as she wanted to play the loving older sister, she just didn’t have it in her. She was far too angry of a human being, ”Ah the wonders of a betrothal.”[/b]

Bellatrix thought for a moment; would her father ever really be satisfied with only marrying off the two eldest daughters Black? There was one point in her life where she would have thought that putting herself out there and allowing herself to become the one that her father put all his faith into would have saved her little sisters. She thought that by throwing herself into the line of fire that she was protecting them from the same fate that she was now suffering...but the years had passed and Bellatrix had become bitter, seeing that her father would stop at nothing to sell his children off to the highest bidder. Almost immediately she was filled with some sort of sick anger and she slammed her hands onto the table, ”Andromeda Black. Do you know nothing about our father?”[/b] She demanded and then immediately pulled her hands into her lap, trying to stop them from doing anything else rash, ”I’m not sure that anyone’s money will be enough, but he’s going to keep at it until he feels ‘secure’ like he used to.”[/b] Such anger surged through her veins whenever she spoke about their dear Cygnus Black. The conversation took a quick and warranted turn to talk about Narcissa and Bellatrix nodded, losing some of her edge yet again, ”Lucius Malfoy is a twat and I don’t see what she sees in him. After all, have you seen him this year? Tatter robes? Not shaving for days on end? I wonder what would happen if word got out to his father that he was behaving like such a barbarian.”[/b] Andy was right of course about what would befall their younger sister; Narcissa was sweet and kind and gentle, but she was naive. That would be her downfall, ”I for one will not be cleaning up any mess that that idiot of a Malfoy leave in his wake. Narcissa has been rude lately and I’m beginning to hear rumors that she’s opting to throw her support behind Eden Wolf for the Cup.”[/b] Bellatrix couldn’t help but grit her teeth in anger. There was something so wrong about Narcissa letting go of her family’s bond in order to support a lowly Ravenclaw that didn’t even have the wits to stay out of Bellatrix’s way. Yes, something was most certainly amiss in the Black family tree.

Bellatrix adored spreading rumors and gossip; in fact, it was her favorite thing to do in the entire world. And so, sitting there with her sister practically eating out of her hands, she knew that she could feed her any information that she wanted and Andy would take it to heart. Which only left one question. What was she going to come up with? She would start with the obvious and then build from there, ”Fine, you want the truth. Don’t say I didn’t try to protect you, Andy.”[/b] She took a deep breath before starting the story that she had already began formulating in her mind, ”So rumor has it that he was adopted because someone shot his parents. They were like...Muggle actors or something. Even though they were purebloods, how weird is that?”[/b] She rolled her eyes at the audacity of the story even though it was completely true, she just couldn’t imagine why people would want to work in a muggle industry when they were of such...high social standing, ”But they were super rich and left all their money to him in some off-shore banking account. He’s pretty public about flaunting his money.”[/b] Most of that was true, Bells thought, but she wasn’t entirely sure... at this point she was sort of making things up and seeing where they went, ”And I think that he’s killed someone.”[/b] Bellatrix tried not to laugh at the audacity of what she just said, but she couldn’t help it. Andy was looking for some flaw when there were none...Jacen was a fine man to be betrothed to.

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