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Delirium Trigger [Bellatrix] Mar 22, 2013 12:40:43 GMT -8

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Perhaps some would declare that Professor Riddle, the new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, had only paired Bellatrix and James together for dueling practice because he was naïve to the dynamic of the duo, however, James was not such a gullible person. In fact, he was quite positive that newest faculty member understood exactly what he was instigating, and indeed yearned to observe the treachery unleashed by such a caustic partnership. If Riddle wanted a spectacle with disastrous outcomes, he would absolutely accomplish the feat with an assignment such as this. James continued to contemplate the matter, dragging his fingers across the coarse stone walls as he made his way to the agreed upon empty classroom on the 3rd floor. He had been behind schedule leaving the Gryffindor common room, and as such would arrive approximately 20 minutes late for their session. As a marauder, it was his sacred duty to exasperate Bellatrix Black in ever manner possible, his tardiness included as one of those annoyances. James doubted she would take notice, 'Bells' was more than likely in some corner snogging Maxwell, or perhaps even Riddle himself.

At last, James found himself located in front of the proper door, though it hardly looked as if anyone was present. He released and exaggerated sigh, ruffling his hair subconsciously before stepping through the entryway. Perhaps this could prove to be a bit of fun, anyhow. He did so enjoy to duel, and who better to augment his already impressive skill set with than with the arch-nemesis and beloved cousin of his best mate? Cocky and confident as he was, Potter was far from moronic. He refused to underestimate his opponent, even for a single fleeting moment. As much as he detested to admit such a favorable compliment, Bellatrix was a talented witch- and rumor had it she had been taking part of special tutoring with the one and only, Professor Riddle. Something unsettled James about the man, he had a shrouded history and a menacing glare- and yet, here he was. Headmaster Dumbledore must respect his abilities on some level. Then again, perhaps he was in the habit of 'keeping his friends close, and his enemies closer.' Regardless of his background, James could sense the pure power emanating from his presence. If he had truly been training Bellatrix, she would know formidable spells that James had yet to practice.

Though he knew such things as the Forbidden Curses were by no means to be utilized by any witch or wizard, James couldn't help but be curious. He desired to yield such magics, and control their undiagnosed potency. The potential for observing such spells was astronomical, now that he was partnered with the likes of Bellatrix. She was surely sworn to secrecy, if they had indeed been practicing such spells, but the Black sisters were known for their fury, if nothing else. If Bell's was pushed far enough, maybe she would retaliate in such a fashion? James could only quietly hope for a display to prove his inklings. 'And what could come of such observations, James? It's not as if you can, by law, practice such enchantments.' he whispered within the confines of his mind. A silent voice responded to he inquiry, 'Yet you are illegally an animagus, are you not? Come what may.' When the flutter of thought had subsided, he placed his signature smirk upon his lips and entered the designated classroom.

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Delirium Trigger [Bellatrix] Mar 22, 2013 19:55:17 GMT -8

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Post by BELLATRIX PROSERPINA BLACK on Mar 22, 2013 19:55:17 GMT -8

‘Potter,’ She thought darkly as the stalked through the corridors, ‘Potter.’ Her internal voice growled again, just to make sure that she had heard it the first time. What did The Dark Lord think that he was doing putting her with such an absolute...nincompoop? She could feel the fury thick in her veins, threatening to unhinge her with every step that she took down the hallway. She wanted to rip him limb from limb with her bare hands, tear out his eyes and watch him bleed on the floor. Him and his merry band of marauding men were absolute pains in her ass. Reaching the classroom that the dueling partners were designated to meet for practice, Bells threw open the door, fully expecting to see that Potter was already there and waiting for her.

No such luck for Bells. She was staring at an empty room almost completely and utterly void of any color. Grey and stony walls, desks that looked as if they needed a good dusting, light that didn’t even reach the corners of the room. It was disgusting really; then again, she supposed that was the reason that they let the students use these classrooms for dueling practice. There was nothing of importance to break. Growling slightly in frustration, Bells walked to the center of the room, surveying the possibilities. If she was going to win against the little power struggle with Potter, she was going to need to know her environment. Finally she crossed to the other side of the room and took a seat at one of the desks that was in the corner, completely obscured by the shadows.

Sitting in the back of the dark classroom, Bellatrix Black was in complete and utter silence. She was comfortable; kicking her feet up so that they rested on the edge of the nearest desk. Every so often, she would hear the shuffle of feet outside the corridor’s door and she would raise her head, expecting Potter. And yet, he still hadn’t showed. Normally, she would have waltzed onto the scene especially late, but as fate would have it, she had been relatively on time that afternoon, a rarity for the malicious Slytherin.

Looking down, she straightened the hem of her black dress and then reached up to tuck away some of her curls into the pony tail that sat at the base of her neck. It was one of her better hair days; Thank Merlin. Of course, she wasn’t dressed for this poor excuse of an occasion, she had other things to do this evening, namely a meeting with a man down in Hogsmeade to discuss betrothal plans for her middle sister. As the new head of the Black family, she had sworn that she would get her family back in order and back on the high-road. This was about honor, and her outfit most certainly reflected that.

James finally walked into the room after what seemed like ages and Bellatrix immediately felt her back go straight - it was a default reaction to the boy that had challenged her during the last DADA class. He wore a stupid smirk on his lips, undoubtedly like something that she had seen across her idiot cousin’s lips many times before. Without a work, Bells used her foot to kick the desk forward, letting a loud crash rip through the air between them, undoubtedly letting the idiotic Gryffindor know that she was here already and had been kept waiting, ”Have a sense of respect, Gryffindork.” She finally said, her voice stoney and cold, ”You’re twenty minutes late. Some of us have other things that should be done.” Slowly she drew her wand out, and began rolling in between her fingers, green eyes still trained on James’.

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Delirium Trigger [Bellatrix] Mar 24, 2013 6:30:23 GMT -8

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Upon entering the classroom, James took no notice of another being within the confines of the dreary stone walls. He momentarily scanned the room, taking in a brief inventory of the defective desks and fragmented remains of furniture that had been unceremoniously scattered about the area. The majority of the wreckage had been relocated to the outskirts of the chamber, undoubtedly to expand the circumference of the make shift dueling arena. At last, a brusque flutter of black cloth from a particularly shadowed corner in the room caught his attention, followed by an abrupt crashing noise that resounded throughout the accommodations. As a companion to the disturbance, the obviously annoyed shrill of one Bellatrix Black bellowed resentfully. “Do forgive me, Bellatrix, but snakes reap no entitled claim to respect in sophisticated society.” James responded in an overly nonchalant manner. It was not an entirely fabricated retort, though perhaps a bit of an exaggeration. The House of Slytherin may harbor a nebulous reputation, but the majority of it's population was predominately pure-blood offspring to valued members of the magical community.”I do, however, apologize for my tardiness. Your beloved cousin was introducing me to his newest conquest...a pretty little muggle born blonde. I dare say Daddy Black would be so proud of his favorite nephew, wouldn't you agree?” He continued, treading dangerously over scorching magma as he bluntly discussed such sensitive issues.

As James once again ruffled his hair, maintaining that just-off-my-broomstick style he was so fond of, he took a fraction of a moment to observe his opponents attire. 'A dress? For a dueling practice? Right, that seems entirely appropriate.' It was utterly obvious that Bellatrix was dressed formally for another occasion or audience of sorts. The charcoal fabric of her delicate robes appeared to be quite expensive, and admittedly paired well with her ivory skin tones. It gave her an ethereal appearance, a subtly commanding vibe that might intimidate a lesser wizard. ”Come now, Bells, you should know by now that there is absolutely no need to dress up for me, darling. I prefer the more natural tactics of seduction.” he jested in a polite tone, with only mild connotations of diluted malice.

Swiftly, Potter pulled his wand from the pocket of his trousers, savoring the cool, smooth wood between his coarse fingers. The device was humming to him, yearning to be utilized and prove it's worth, as it infallibly did every time James wielded it. With a miniscule flicker of his wrist, a soft glow quickly encompassed the entirety of the classroom, providing only a low and unimposing light. Shadows began to play gently off of the spider webs that had accumulated in every crevasse of the chamber, casting eerie patterns across the walls and the dusty ground. The diminutive glimmer of illumination only added to the bleak atmosphere of the environment. The tension between the duo seemed to consistently increase, like a broiling potion on the brim of cascading over the edges, or worse, explosive combustion. A fever was setting in, and the excitement of the prospective duel caused the adrenaline in James' veins to pump faster than his blood. The itching in his palms indicated the necessity to begin hastily. James was ready, but worse, he was thrilled, motivated by his desire for not simply victory, but aggression, and perhaps even a bit of bloodshed. There was no room in his mentality for apprehension, or guilt for such...questionable cravings.

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Delirium Trigger [Bellatrix] Mar 25, 2013 21:25:53 GMT -8

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In response, Bells immediately felt all the muscles in her arm tense, causing the wand that she had been playing with to freeze in her palm. She tightened her fingertips around the bottom of her wand and she raised both of her perfectly arched ebony eyebrows at the poor excuse for a boy that stood across the room, ”Please, if you’d like to make comparisons to our houses’ mascots you’re going to have to come up with something a lot better than that.” The venomous brunette growled, ”Lions sleep for 20 hours a day, lazy bastards.” She breathed, looking down at her nails as if she was completely and utterly disinteresting in the arrogant toe-rag that stood a few feet in front of her. His next comment caught her off guard, but she reacted immediately, a few steps forward so that she was close to James, ”My father is dead.” She breathed, her tone as nonchalant as James’ had been in the beginning. Standing up from her position at the desk, she stretched her arms into the air and waited for his reaction. It was almost perfect how much her father’s death could get her these days; people thought she was in mourning, they treaded even more lightly around her than they normally did. And yet, it was just the opposite. She could feel the hatred searing her skin as she thought about a muggle born and for a moment, she thought that she was going to pounce, but she managed to reign it all in, ”I’ll be taking care of the family affairs.” She said through her teeth, ”And as the new leader, I’m delighted to know that my deplorable cousin has found someone as despicable as him to shack up with.”

Scoffing slightly as his wandering eyes, Bells glared at him as he was obviously observing her attire, ”What’s the matter Potter? Never seen a dress before?” She growled, clenching her teeth and her wand arm in response. She had almost forgotten the reason that they had come here tonight; to practice their dueling strategies. She needed to be on top of her game she was going to come out on top of the dirty game that they were about to embark into, ”Please,” Bells fully rolled her eyes at this point, getting frustrated with the boy and his constant arrogance. She swore, the more time that she was forced into the Gryffindork’s presence, the more she was beginning to wonder what anyone saw in him. It was no secret that all the Gryffindor girls were after him...but for what reason? ”Lover-boy, I don’t even what to know,” She said as she turned around and touched the desk that was behind her. Without thinking, she flipped the thing with her hands, listening as it made a loud clatter between them. It was nice to have the silence filled with something other than James’ constant drone.

She was staring at the wall, refusing to turn around because she didn’t want to have to deal with Potter yet. A class period had been quite enough for her and there had been other people there...now it was just the pair of them and all she wanted to do was rip out his throat. Finally, she turned around and began taking a few steps towards James, watching him carefully with her bright green eyes. If they were going to practice, they were going to do it right. Another step closer and she was practically pressed up against his body, except there was a thin layer of air that separated them from one another, ”I hope you’re prepared for this, Potty.” She hissed, practically in his ear, as she reached up and pressed her wand into his cheek, moving it slightly to the right, ”There’s not a soul to hear you scream in here.” Immediately she pointed her wand at the door and a blue light came from the tip, encasing the door, sinking into the wood, and then disappearing completely. A silencing charm would work nicely in the room. After all, she had no intentions of being disturbed with her prey.

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Delirium Trigger [Bellatrix] Mar 27, 2013 15:48:05 GMT -8

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His signature smirk remained persistently upon his face, refusing to be diminished by Black's attempt at belittling the Gryffindor based on house placement. Though her opinion mattered little, he felt a proud obligation to defend his tower, revealing the loyalty that indicated his proper house at the origins of his education. “A great deal more courageous to lounge in the glory of the Sun, rather than slither in the dirt as the parasites do, my dear.” James retorted briskly, growing bored with the archaic conflict of house rivalries. The duo had several more pertinent and scandalous confrontations to dwell upon, as it happened. Bellatrix's next comment verified the rumors that had been circulating about both Hogwarts and the Wizarding Community in it's entirety, Cygnus Black was indeed deceased. Perhaps, if there was truth in his death, was there also accuracy in the supposed details of homicide? James was so very fond of pouring salt into the already aching wounds of his enemies. “So the infamous grapevine is proven legitimate, at last. Tell me, why has the Prophet not released a memorandum depicting Daddy Black and his demise? Is the cause of fatality too...unsavory? Perhaps...a crime of passion by your lover, Mr. Maxwell, as various whispers have assumed?” he inquired, suggestively raising an eyebrow as he spoke. Bellatrix drew near to his location, but James didn't falter in his position. He quite preferred Bellatrix in her vehement state, malicious to the point of intoxicating. There were many thoughts that James ought not to conceive, and the realization of his opponents venomous beauty was at the peak of that account. Depositing such conclusions into the deepest, most unfathomable recesses of his imagination, he casually countered her lack-luster acknowledgement. “I ascertained that you would be positively thrilled with such news. I hear there's talk of marriage in the near future. Tell me, love, will his wedding bell ring before that of you and Rod? Or..is it Zeke, now? Do forgive me, it's difficult to keep track of such perpetually fluctuating matters.” James questioned, a facade of perplexity displayed across his expression.

A grin swiftly encompassed his visage at the current conversation, which so obviously urged for inappropriate insinuations. “I'm sure your well aware of the ever augmenting number of dresses I have indeed observed, though the majority are abandoned by the evenings end.” he claimed, mentally recalling various sexual conquests throughout his academic career. The female population of Hogwarts was far to easy to persuade, involving only a minimal effort and pursuit on the behalf of the gentleman. In fact, a fair few quite literally begged for James, which inevitably left him disinterested and inattentive. Where had the passion of previous generations fled to? Potter yearned for a challenge, a desperate pursuit to the very edge of masochism. Once again, his scrutinies wandered towards bold and corrupted territory. Briefly, he composed his internal deliberations before reciprocating, “Oh Bells, darling, I assure you that you would indeed want to know.”

The brief interlude of silence was shattered by the raucous of the desk Bellatrix had flipped colliding haphazardly with the stone ground beneath them. She was so dangerously close to him that he could feel her breath upon his neck as she spoke, perhaps an attempt at instilling fear within him. However, James had an aptitude for enduring pain, and he was so often elated by the anticipation of magically induced agony that the adrenaline dulled all suffering. “Constant Vigilance, love, I was born prepared.” he snarled, savoring the sense of expectation that accompanied the feeling of her wand pressed against his face. His vision would soon become blurred with his rapidly increasing blood flow, he did so adore a decent duel. In response, he thrust his wand roughly into her hip, pushing her back half a step and whispering into her ear, “Scream? Wouldn't dream of it. You, on the other hand, are prone to the action, according to Rodolphous at least. Ready?”

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Delirium Trigger [Bellatrix] Mar 30, 2013 7:01:36 GMT -8

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She raised both of her eyebrows, pleased that he was challenging her. It seemed as if people had been tip-toeing around her since her father had passed. But all she really wanted was someone to scream at her and make her angry. Because angry felt better than any emotion in the world, ”Potter, do you know the life span of the average lion? Twelve years.” She raised both of her eyebrows, pressing the tip of her wand into her palm and moving it around in circles as she thought, ”It seems you’re well past your expiration date. Which would explain the stench.” She yawed slightly, however when her mouth finally regained it’s proper shape, she was grinning again, her light green eyes aglow with excitement. However, it was short-lived. Bells felt her blood run cold for a moment as the words left Potter’s mouth, although she chose not to let the strained smile vacate her face. She had not heard the rumors that Zeke was to blame yet. ’As if he would have the balls,’ She internally concluded. Surely Zeke couldn’t have been that stupid. And yet - that would serve as the explanation as to why he had all of a sudden disappeared for ‘Quidditch.’ Just the same, the ebony-haired Slytherin shook her head, refusing to be fazed by Potter’s attempt to mess with her head, ”Yes, Potter. No memoir was released because he was a worthless piece of shit.” She smiled, perhaps a bit too jovially as she watched him for a reaction, ”At least under my direction, the Black family can start on their road to recovery. How are your parents, by the way? Last I heard, they had seen their golden years a few decades ago?” She hissed, the anger sill surging through her to the point of an angry ‘high’ of sorts.

Marriage. Of course he had brought about the tires of her married life. Bells had yet to figure out what she was going to do. Upon the death of her father, she had retracted her offer to Zeke Maxwell, just before her once-fiancé had disappeared into the night with his father. She was now back in negotiations with the Lestrange family; Negotiations of her own accord, ”Still chasing that mudblood Evans? Honestly, I don't know what you see in her. A book-wormish, virginal, muggle lover? Surely your parents warned you against things like that.” Bells growled, content to shift the conversation as best she could, especially to avoid the question of where her loyalties lay at the current point in time.

Bellatrix was completely tense, everything from the tips of her toes to her fingertips gripping her once-father’s wand was strengthened. It was a feeling that she had forgotten over the past weeks, she had felt soft around Zeke...around her sisters. She had felt as if she was letting her emotions get the best of her. But now - with raw power feeding her, Bellatrix Black felt more alive than she had ever before. Feeling Potter’s wand pressed into her hip, Bellatrix was half-cocked to slap him right then and there. But instead, she let the anger that she felt flow through her veins like a sweet numbing drug, causing her lips to curl up ever so slightly. He pushed her away and she took a few steps backwards before running her palm down her dress, straightening it from the place where he had been intruding into her personal space, ”I hardly think that Rodolphus is a proper judge of my sexual antics,” She breathed as she looked at the tip of her wand, then her eyes slowly raised to meet his, her mind rushing.

Bells knew it was necessary that she not underestimate James: He had shown during class that he was fluid in his spell-casting. She had to evaluate her target and act on instinct. The left side of her smile twitched, a tell, ”Flipendo!” She yelled, skipping to the side as she did. Of course, that was without the proper beginning to the duel, but if they were ever going to best each other, they were going to have to play a bit dirty.

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Delirium Trigger [Bellatrix] Mar 31, 2013 18:36:32 GMT -8

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James kept his smug expression fastened to his visage, though he opted for a casual eye roll in response to her argument. “Come now, Bells, this controversy is simply primeval and utterly candid. A relic, really. Though, if you insist on continuing such insipid altercations, I implore you to have a bit less hypocrisy . After all, the life expectancy of a snake is a meager 20 or so years. Perhaps that's why you're appearing a bit...decrepit, these days?” he suggested, twirling his wand casually between the fingers of his left hand. The device continued to hum, evidently as anxious as he was for the duel to ensue. Potter and his wand were so completely in-sync, together they yearned for both competition and desolation, each unwaveringly loyal to the others desire. He no longer considered the mahogany apparatus a tool, nor a weapon, but an extension of his own being. There are those who believe that wands do not, in fact, chose their wielder, but James Potter was not one of those people. It was no mere coincidence that this mechanism, filled with the tail hair of a single Thestral, had come into his possession. It was fate, unquestionably and beyond the realm of all doubt. At the description of her father being a 'worthless piece of shit', he couldn't help but release a singular and incredibly brief laugh. “Well, the apple can't possibly fall far from the tree, now can it?” James inquired, lifting his eyebrow curiously, almost as if to offer a challenge.

At the mention of his parents, the Gryffindors hazel eyes became clouded with ferocious vehemence. How dare she speak ill of the wonderful, compassionate duo, Harold and Melody Potter? His mother and father were, in a sense, his Achilles heal. He was fiercely loyal to them, and brimming with undying adoration for his endlessly nurturing guardians. Perhaps, by wizarding standards, they were a tad elderly- what of it? In earnest, he shouldn't find himself so easily offended, it wasn't befitting of a proud Potter. Besides, Bellatrix hardly new the ideals and concepts behind a family. Never-the-less, James had the uncontrollable urge to come to the defense of his beloved ancestors. “Be careful, Bells, your delirious tendencies are bordering in excruciatingly boisterous territories. Though, I presume your misleadings lie in jealousy. What's wrong love, Daddy Black never showed you the proper affections?” he exclaimed bitterly, swiftly licking the edge of his lips in anticipation. At the predictable acknowledgment of Lily, James felt himself bite down hard on his tongue. The metallic tang of blood filled the expanse of his taste buds, though it was not an unsavory notion. “Once again, Bellatrix, your imaginative cunning and wit baffle me. That mudblood has more talent and magical ability in her delicate fingers than you do throughout your entire existence. Admittedly, I do so enjoy the challenge of the chase. Far more entertaining then the majority of petty, promiscuous darlings that attempt to frequent my bed.” James he retorted. Truth be told, Lily and James had had little interaction, as of late. He had been far to busy with Quidditch and classes, and she with her prefect duties.

The signature smirk once again crept to Potters lips, it seemed Rodolphus had been inventing conquests again. It mattered little, whether they had consummated their impending nuptials or not, just as it was inconsequential that such engagements had supposedly been ceased. The number of untainted, pureblood families was rapidly dwindling, and it would seem that fate sought to intertwine Rod and Bells, regardless of their disdain for the situation. All in due time, of course. When it comes to destiny you can run, and you can hide, but it will track you down and devour you whole. Quite suddenly, the corner of his eye caught the twitch of Black's lip, followed fluidly by a spell. Quick as a whip, he raised his arms, crossing them protectively in front of his body to absorb the majority of the blow. Yet still, the potency of Bellatrix's magic was apparent, for though he remained upon his feet, he had been pushed half way across the room. His breath momentarily left his body, and his heart beat so rapidly that for a fraction of a moment, he struggled to regain his composure. At last stabilized, he deviated his position slightly. Lifting his wand and aiming it precisely at the massive teachers desk before him, he shouted “MOBILIARBUS!". With direction from James, the desk hurtled towards Bellatrix, his ears ringing with the constant cascade of blood and adrenaline. Both parties were obligated to refrain from executing their opponents, but no regulation stated they couldn't send each other straight to the hospital wing.

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Delirium Trigger [Bellatrix] Apr 3, 2013 6:53:09 GMT -8

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The contemptuous raven-haired beauty tucked a tendril of her hair back into her low bun, eye’s never leaving those of her enemy. ”I’ve still got three years. At least I’m not showing my age, quite yet, Potter.” Bells used the tip of her wand to press on the corners of his eyes where she was sure she saw the faintest outlines of laugh-lines, something she would never find herself a victim of. Instead of leaving her wand there to linger, Bells immediately put it down by her side, holding it tightly, taking great care to keep her muscles tensed. For a moment, it seemed as if the pair had found something that they both deemed momentarily and simultaneously humorous. Her father was a joke, of that much James was correct. But Bells had vowed long ago that she would be nothing like the poor excuse of a father that she had once had. She was going to be something so much greater; she was destined to be, ”Born of the same blood, Jamie. But far more dangerous than my father could ever seek to be-” She said, obviously referring to the lessons that she had been taking with Professor Riddle. She had learned things with him that she had never dreamed possible to master. He was her own personal tutor, giving her thoughtful insight into Dark Magic and teaching her the unforgivables. She rubbed her forearm instinctively, the exact place where Riddle had pressed his wand and told her she would be branded...as soon as she proved herself worth of the Mark. That was her goal now - to live up to the expectations of the man that she directly idolized.

Bellatrix tucked her wand under her arm momentarily, reached up and clasped her hands together, and flashed James a smile that could only be described as excruciatingly fraudulent. She knew that she could only keep this position momentarily before she would have to resume her dueling stance, lest she be knocked off her feet by a jinx, ”Oh, quite right, James! Bravo! I guess you’ve been talking to that loony psychiatrist about your daddy issues as well!” She seethed, her green eyes practically boring into his hazel ones, "Do tell me more.” She begged, bouncing at her knees ever so slightly as if she was waiting in anticipation. However, at the mention of Lily she could do nothing but roll her eyes in retaliation, removing her wand from it’s place under her arm and pointing it at James. ”That mudblood spends all her time reading. And studying. Honestly, Potter. She’s a bore.” She yawned and then rolled her shoulders back slightly, knowing that she should be prepared for him to strike back at her at any give moment in time. Bells practically chortled direction into James’ face in that moment. Did he honestly think that he sounded as suave as he thought he did? The eldest Miss Black had seen enough womanizers in her day to know that James Potter was nothing out of the ordinary. He was an annoyance, a nonsensical loon in the grand scheme of her life. And she didn’t see what the woman that were supposedly swooning over him did.

Bells could feel the adrenaline pumping through her body like fresh waves of excitement. Every movement of the pair of them was like a carefully plotted dance - a dance that could end in one of them being sent to the hospital wing if they weren’t cautious enough. She didn’t have enough time to react, the small desk hitting her right in the center of her thighs. That was going to leave a mark, she was certain. Stumbling out from behind Potter’s desk weapon of choice, Bells reached up and tried to tuck away some of the stray tendrils of hair that had begun falling, but it was really no use. She lowered her eyes wand at the ready as she watched the pathetic Gryffindor on the other side of the room, ”Impedimenta!” She yelled, using the spell as an attempt to trip James in his march forward toward her.

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Delirium Trigger [Bellatrix] Apr 7, 2013 6:33:44 GMT -8

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Without budging an inch during her obvious invasion of personal space, James released an exaggerated sigh. "Oh darling, when will you learn? The opinion of deceitful snakes means absolutely nothing to the dauntless lion." he explained, once again allowing his boredom with the topic to permeate his tone. On occasion, it was amusing to taunt others based on house rivalries, because those who would stand up to the Marauders were few and far between. Bellatrix Black was an exceptionally sparse breed who not only tolerated their ridicule, but indeed sought to trump their mockery. James Potter was not about to allow himself to be insulted or caricatured by one of such scandalous cause. Whispers of an individual amassing an army of pureblood elitist had began to arise, and the rumor stated they would attempt to upend the wizarding community and declare a mass purging of those of tainted and muggle decent. A genocide, to be precise. James had the inkling suspicion that he could accurately hypothesize the ring leader of such desolation, and he was most positive that Bells was among first in line to join such a nebulous feat. As such, her following commentary had neither astonished nor confounded him. "Oh, here comes the speech I've been so yearning to hear. 'I know magic that you couldn't begin to comprehend, I could eradicate your existence with the bat of an eyelash...' Something along those lines, I assume? Do bestow upon me an insignificant morsel of your perpetual knowledge, my dear. Potter instigated, subconsciously ruffling his hair a bit more. He leaned in closer to his opponents face, if such an action was even remotely possible considering their current proximity, and whispered with a growl roughly into her ear, "I love it when you call me Jamie, Bells."

James raised an eyebrow curiously in her direction, allowing his smirk to be shrouded dangerously with reckless abandon. "Ahh, Bellatrix, I fear that animated liveliness is a rather unbecoming appearance for you." he expressed in earnest. It was commonly recognized knowledge that the eldest Black sister could be quite ravishing, but only after she had gone passionately mad with vehemence or vendetta. There was little hope to stifle his next bout of laughter, as her most recent argument was so far out of left field, it was ridiculous. "Oh, come now love, surely you can think of a more accurate insult? We both know that daddy issues are a dysfunction far more suited to the Black family. Tell me, has Walburga blasted that lovely sister of yours, Andromeda, off of the family tree, as of yet? Rumor has it, she's going a bit soft." he inquired vengefully. After many long years of maintaining enemy status with Bellatrix, he had ascertained that if she did indeed harbor a weakness, it was her beloved little siblings. His exploitations was not entirely fabricated, as it happened that various rumors had been circulating about the middle sisters true loyalties, as of late. Potter, in all honesty, felt no need to come to the defense of Lily, she was completely capable of preserving her own integrity. Besides, it wasn't as if he and Evan's were exclusive, they hadn't even spoken much recently. Bellatrix was actually accurate on that observation, she did always have her nose stuck in a book, and as such, rarely had time for things as trivial as good natured entertainment. "You must have missed the memo, dear. I've moved my motives elsewhere- my sights are set on McKinnon now, in truth." James mentioned casually. He and Marlene had long since established a mutually beneficial relationship.

Every ounce of blood in his body pumped at thrice it's regular pace, his ears hot with the intensity of the adrenaline coursing throughout his veins. Dueling had always been a favorite past time of the boys within the Gryffindor dorm, but this was an entirely unique circumstance. This felt let living, an dying, and being born anew, all in one singular moment of time. The all encompassing high he felt in the heat of the battle controlled his actions, maneuvering him in a steady stride towards his Slytherin foe. Alas, his movement was temporarily halted by her next spell, binding him to his current location. No matter, there was hardly a need for him to move in order to produce a hex or charm. In a split decision, he thought it advantageous to counter Bellatrix by impeding her own progress, through gritted teeth he shouted "INCARCEROUS!", ropes immediately protruding from his wand to circumvent around his opponent. Utilizing Black's distraction with the binds, he broke free of her spell and took a step back, standing straight with his wand aimed at the carpet before him. "INCENDIO!", he commanded, causing the fabric to erupt in explosive flames. They enemies were now separated by a barrier of fire, casting devilish shadows upon the rivals expressions. He stood at the ready, his wand pointing at Bells throat, waiting cautiously for her next move.

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Delirium Trigger [Bellatrix] Apr 15, 2013 8:49:04 GMT -8

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Post by BELLATRIX PROSERPINA BLACK on Apr 15, 2013 8:49:04 GMT -8

The dangerous raven-haired Slytherin felt her mouth fall open slightly in surprise when he called her out on the speech that had been threatening to leave her lips. Truth be told, he was right. She thought of herself as lethal under Tom Riddle’s hand. She was like a cannon ready to go off at any given moment. And right now seemed like the perfect opportunity. The feeling of his words upon her ear sent sudden and unexpected chills up her spine. Bellatrix Black loathed Potter to the very core of her being and she wanted nothing more than to obliterate his very actuality from the world, but she knew that doing it now would only cause her issues down the road. Two murders on Hogwarts’ grounds would surely up the security and she couldn’t afford to be under lock-down now, ”Don’t flatter yourself.” She growled back at him, her voice gravely and dark into his ear just as he had answered her. Immediately after the words left her lips, she lifted her hand and leaned back, letting her palm collide with his face. Instantly she felt the sting in her fingertips, a pleasantly warm feeling that spread from her hand through the rest of her body. It was so satisfying to feel something again. A step back and Bellatrix leaned forward and spat on his shoes. She was enjoying this more and more with every passing second, ”One day, Potter. One day.” She managed to say, although her entire being was already shaking with angry anticipation.

”And what, pray tell, is becoming, Jamie?” The girl breathed as she continued to lock eyes with him. She couldn’t stand looking away for but a second, there was something so dangerous about the way that he was looking at her and she knew better than to let an enemy best her. Potter was being unpredictable, which meant that she too would have to step up her game. This was more about the pair of them learning each other’s weaknesses than anything else. Bellatrix and Potter were playing with their food and she was completely aware of the situation. He struck at her family and she straightened her back as if a board had been placed upon her spine, ”The middle Miss Black isn’t going soft. Not like you, James-” Her green eyes flashed with anger as she moved around him, surveying the way that he stood, the way that he constantly ruffled his hair. It was as if he didn’t even realize what he was doing. James was a pureblood and he needed to start acting like one, ”McKinnon!” She couldn’t contain her absolute malicious excitement at the thought! Potter with McKinnon, it was a match that was made in hell. Marlene was a muggle born with a serious attitude problem, and needed to be knocked down a few pegs, ”Merlin! You really are going soft! I applaud you! Not many people would want to rush after the second-best Gryffindork champion.” She raised both of her eyebrows, ”Of course, you’ve heard, haven’t you? Lost out to the book-worm Logan for the spot. Pathetic, really.” She reached up and used the tip of her wand to push some of her dark hair away from her eyes, staring down Potter and waiting for his appropriate response.

She was marching forward, intent on getting in his personal space again, giving him a piece of her mind. At least, that had been the plan until she felt tight ropes beginning to wrap themselves around her thin frame. They seemed to stop before they restricted her feet, but it seemed as if her hands were locked by her side, allowing little to no arm movement. Immediately, she raised her eyes, only to find that her enemy had separated them with a wall of fire. It was beautiful, really: the way that the flames seemed to dance within his eyes, making him look like the devil spawn. ‘Beatuiful?!’ She mentally growled, disgusted by her choice of adjective to describe the insufferable Potter, ”Diffindo.” She muttered, managing to cut her right arm free and the rest of the ropes falling from her body in a swift motion. Stepping out of the pile, Bells moved to the very edge of the fire, watching her opponent with dangerous accuracy, ”Avis-” The birds that Potter had used in a previous duel against her seemed to appear from no where, flying above the lick of the flame, ”Oppugno.” Her voice was smug as she watched them begin to dive-bomb the boy that was her current target.

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Delirium Trigger [Bellatrix] Apr 16, 2013 10:48:32 GMT -8

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Her dainty fingers collided with the side of his face much harder than he had assumed possible, once again engraving a mental notion into his brain to not underestimate the devil reincarnate before him. It was an unexpected physical altercation, to say the least, and when contact had been made James had accidentally bitten down sharply on the side of his tongue. He felt miniscule droplets of blood formulate in his mouth, tasting the metallic life essence, and savoring the viscous substance. "Resorting to petty muggle reinforcements now, Bells? Charming. I'm sure Daddy Black is beaming up at you with pride from the 9th circle of hell, darling."he applauded, his voice laced with vehement sarcasm. The sting that currently encompassed the side of his cheek only served to augment his frustration and eager anxiousness to escalate the confrontation. When her saliva hit his shoes, the jesting facade immediately ended. He took a step closer to her once more, invading her personal space and closing the gap between the ferocious duo. He gripped her by the top of her throat and the base of her chin with one hand, forcefully tugging her head to the side so he was whispering in her ear. His voice riddled with anger and vengeance, he muttered through gritted teeth, "One day is absolutely correct, Bellatrix Black. We're going to meet on some distant battlefield, and I'm going to rip you to bloody pieces. And the very best part is, I'm going to enjoy every microscopic second of the experience." He released her face and pushed her back slightly, before inquiring, "Will they laugh at your funeral, I wonder, as they laughed at your fathers before you?"

James contorted his visage to an expression of false contemplation, crossing his arms before his chest and tapping his chin with his index finger, as if deep in thought. "A very challenging questions, to be sure, love. I believe that the appearance that is truly most becoming of you is...frustration. I do so adore it when you're annoyed or utterly raving with bitter resentment." he responded in truth to her inquiry, regardless of the fact that it was more than likely rhetorical. As expected, Bellatrix immediately came to the defense of her younger sibling. "Are you quite sure about that, Bells? You must have heard the rumors by now- about her and that muggleborn bloke- what's his name again? Ah, yes, Teddy, Theodore Tonks, that's right. They're quite friendly now, wouldn't you concur?" he questioned, a vengeful smirk plastered once more to his lips. He chuckled lightly at the predictability of her response, far be it from a Black to utilize tactics that weren't hypocritical. "Forgive me If I offend you...or rather, don't, because I couldn't care in the slightest- but I implore you to consider your comments a bit more rationally before allowing them to spill from your bigoted mouth. I'm not the one that's chased away two betrothals in the past 2 months- and for what? The naïve and unrealistic expectations that Tom Riddle is one day going to swoop you off your feet? Highly unlikely, darling." he assure her, relaying the information that has been circulated through the grapevine of Hogwarts as of late.

For the briefest of moments, James watched in awe as she replicated his spell from their previous duel. The eruption of birds from the tip of her wand was majestic for a singular second, until they inevitably averted their attentions to their current prey, him. Several off the conjured creatures were incinerated by the licking of the flames between the enemies, though the more intelligent ones flew above the barricade of fire. One by one they nipped at his skin, unceremoniously attempting to bite off his flesh- leaving pinprick marks of blood on the skin of his arms and neck, as his face was covered by his hands. That bitch- utilizing his own tactics against him. It was a bloody brilliant move, indeed. Once he regained his wits, he uttered "AVIS CONFUNDO!", aiming the jet at the flock above him. The effects were instantaneous, as their actions were immediately halted. They began flying about in a befuddled state, colliding with walls and crashing into one another, but they no longer targeted James. Licking his lips, he returned his wand to it's previous direction, locating the throat of his enticingly nebulous opponents throat, and shouting "STUPEFY!"

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Delirium Trigger [Bellatrix] Apr 22, 2013 19:43:27 GMT -8

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Post by BELLATRIX PROSERPINA BLACK on Apr 22, 2013 19:43:27 GMT -8

Merlin, it felt good to hit him. Bellatrix wasn’t above muggle ways of settling things sometimes; it felt so good to get her hands dirty, especially when it came to Potter and his group of misfit blood-traitors, ”Do send my love to daddy dear when you join him.” She breathed casually as she looked down at her manicured fingertips, pretending that she was all but done with him. Until he grabbed her and forced her to look at him. A fresh wave of adrenaline rushed through her body, sending strange chemical signals to all of her extremities, ”I can only hope that that day comes sooner rather than later.” She held her chin high as she stared at the Gryffindor before her, holding on to her chin with such ferocity and force that she had no choice but to keep eye-contact. Such bold words coming from the lordly lion that pranced and paraded for the girls of Gryffindor. She would have never thought him to be so...strong in his actions, ”Because when it comes and you’re defeated upon the ground before me, I will curse your children. And your children’s children. Every member of the Potter family will fall before me.” She wanted to spit again, but knew that she risked a retaliation if she did, especially since they were in such close proximity.

She laughed, although there was the slightest hint of a growl beneath her chuckle, ”Then I trust you find me attractive every moment that we’re together.” Bells rolled her eyes and mimicked his personal stance, folding her arms across her chest, but not letting go of the wand that was in her right hand. She refused to be at the disadvantage when it came to James Potter.He was attempting to push her buttons and he was doing quite the job of it, especially with his constant quips about her sister and that low-life Theodore Tonks. Just the thought of it made her skin crawl, ”Andromeda wants nothing more to do with Tonks than I want to do with you, Potter. They’re studying. He’s her tutor. A horrible choice at that. It’s a wonder that dirty little mudblood gets anything done.” But it was obvious that the girl was affected. The way that she turned her cheek ever so slightly to the right and stared off at his ear. She was tense, that much was certain, although she refused to admit that James had her at a disadvantage. ”Tom Riddle?” She felt her throat tightening as her gaze immediately shifted back to his eyes, glaring with all of her might, ”I hardly think that’s appropriate, Potter.” She seethed, letting her arms fall to her side and clenching onto her wand a little bit tighter, ”And for the record, bethrothals haven’t been chased away-” She was so sick of defending herself to everyone, especially galavanting blood-traitors like Potter, ”Maxwell is gone. And Lestrange? Well, let’s just say that the wedding is back on. High demand. Low Supply.” She bit down on her lip, refusing to say anything more. She didn’t need to defend herself to him...and yet, she just couldn’t help herself sometimes.

The feeling that momentarily fleeted through her veins as she saw his visible reaction to her choice of jinxes could only be described as bliss for the malicious Black sister. She could practically see the aura of anger radiating off of him as she watched his eyes light up as the flames licked the air between them. Bellatrix took a defensive stance as the boy across from her ran his tongue over his lips. The lips that no sooner uttered words that a flash of red light flew through the open air between the flames, heading directly toward her chest. She slashed her arm in a downward motion, catching the spell right as it reached her with a shielding charm and deflecting it down toward the ground. She would be damned if she let Potter render her unconscious this afternoon. Eyes flashing with anger, the young woman pointed her wand, this time not at James, but at the flames on the ground, ”Aguamenti!” She yelled as a clear stream of water moved from the tip of her wand over the flames before them. She pulled her sleeves up slightly before moving across the now burnt threshold that had once divided them, eyes yet again aglow, ”Flagrante!” She pointed her wand at the floor beneath James’ feet, casting a Flagrante curse that would soon start to burn the very ground that he stood upon.

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Delirium Trigger [Bellatrix] Apr 26, 2013 11:13:12 GMT -8

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Post by Deleted on Apr 26, 2013 11:13:12 GMT -8

"No, I don't think I shall. I'll allow you to send such endearments on your own accord. In fact, if following daddy dearest to any early grave is your desire, I would be more than obliged to assist in such accommodations." James offered, raising in eyebrow in an expression of sarcastic curiosity. It was a well known fact that Bellatrix couldn't stand the patriarch of the Black family in the least, and as such, was more than likely relieved by his timely demise. Rumor had it that she would reevaluate the familial affairs, and return the ancient and most noble house of Black to it's former glory. The one and only result of Bellatrix holding dominion over the business within the lineage, would be a blood bath- fuel to the pureblood elitism cause that was rapidly encompassing the magical community. There was no hope for James to contain the maniacal chuckle that exhumed from his parted lips at her empty threats. Surely Bellatrix did not see them as empty, and intended to follow through with her promise, but he found her insinuations absolutely hilarious. You see, in order to incinerate the Potter family heritage, it would imply that one had defeated James himself, an action that was not feasible in his opinion. "Once again, Bells, I implore you to seek counsel for your delusions- they're beginning to interfere with reality these days. Not one single Potter will ever fall victim to your malice, Bellatrix, that is an oath that I intend to make good of. Harness your demons, lest they devour you whole, love." James instigated further. For, surely the nefarious mentality of the vivacious Slytherin before him would be her down fall.

"Oh, darling, you've no idea." James snarled in earnest. He refused to deny her attractive physique and visage, though he would not underestimate her villainous nature because of her beauty. Bellatrix was, if he were being entirely honest with himself, sexually frustrating. Reminiscent of the Forbidden Fruit in the Garden of Eden, she was a glorious prize that could not be feasted upon. As majestic as she was treacherous, James often feared that her appearances clouded an individuals judgment- a valuable attribute to his enemy. However, James was not one of those individuals, as he recognized her corruption even through her perfect facade of allure and gentle intellect. He had mentioned it before, and he would surely say it again- she was the devil reincarnate, a siren attempting to lure in her prey. "Love, you're consistently inconsistent with your observation tactics. Andromeda is swiftly succumbing to the depths of infatuation and adoration with the muggleborn. You're going to lose her, and I bet that drives you mad." said the lion, provoking the snake. James had a way of exploiting weakness, and surely Andromeda was the Achilles heal of the Black family. Something about her personality was soft, almost decent in comparison to the majority of her lineage. If there were an individual who would betray them for a romanticized love affair, it would undoubtedly be the middle Black sister. A vehement laughter reverberated throughout the chamber, a sounded resonating from deep within James' throat. "After the accumulation of all the tragic events that have happened thus far this semester, you're right back to where you started, aren't you? An impending betrothal to Rodolphus Lestrange, and feuding with Maxwell, oh the situational irony. And darling, don't bother with the verbatim of inappropriate behavior, we've all seen you pining after our new Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor. A pity, really, that he displays no emotion in regards to you, as it happens." James further prodded. Day after day, Bellatrix could be seen undressing the Professor with her eyes, and he barley gave notice to such affections.

The flames separating the dueling opponents vanished as water cascaded from his enemies wand. In an instant, she cast yet another detrimental spell on the floor beneath James. Immediately, his appendages began to itch and burn with the swell of heat. He roared in frustration, but soon composed himself. Swiftly, he aimed his wand at the ground under his feet, as he silently cast a flame freezing charm on the embers. Instead of deteriorating the fire, it persisted- though it caused the Gryffindor no damage. Instead, a light, almost tickling sensation collided with the pads of his feet and licked at his ankles, only barley alleviating the pain it had replaced. His stoic expression never diminished as he lifted his wand once more, this time aiming at a chair so close to Bellatrix that her dainty fingers nearly skimmed it's surface. "CONFRINGO!" he uttered the blasting curse, which exploded the chair into violent flames on contact. Massive embers of flaming wood tornadoed through the atmosphere around his enemy, with any luck it would ignite her clothing, or perhaps even her epidermis.