spectator sport || [FINN]

Her lips parted slightly to laugh at his insult. Yes, he was still as irritable as he had always been. She had made it a point never to get in his way when he went on his little rampages, rather she let him take it out on everyone else. It was usually rather hysterical to watch as he paraded around like he owned the entire house. There was something strange about Finn to her - he wasn’t the average Slytherin that she could push to do her bidding - instead, he tended to go his own way. Bells was careful to keep an eye on him because of this...making sure that he was never causing too much trouble, lest the rest of the house decide that they wanted to be their own people, ”Close the door behind you, barbarian.” She had now turned all the way so that she could watch the walking mess enter the room, ”You’ll let all the cold out.” She flashed him a dangerous grin and then pushed her feet up onto the arm of the armchair, making herself even more comfortable.

Finn was a mess - he always had been. He thought himself above the rest of the house. But she knew better. He had his own little fits of rage that he liked to keep bottled up. Bells knew that he was just as messed up as the rest of them.

Realizing that this wasn’t going to be one of their normal passing-by interactions was quite the surprise, especially when he fired back on Bells. She swung her legs off the chair and stood up, watching as a snide grin spread over the boy’s face. If he really wanted to play tonight, then why the hell not? First Benji and now him? It was as if she was being pushed to her limits this week, ”Wasted on me? Or you? Because I’m fairly certain that you’ll never amount to much in this world anyway, sweetie. Knowing which is the salad fork or not.”

“Princess?” Bellatrix laughed - that was such an understatement. Finn knew nothing of the world in which she lived in, this was her kingdom, “I’m no more a princess than you’re a fairy king, Kieran. But -” She looked him up and down as he gestured toward the now closed door, “If you’d like me to rule you, you do have permission to call me Queen.”

As she stood up, Finn sat down and lit himself a cigarette. The smoke billowed out from his lips and wrapped itself around the room in a thin vail of grey. She hated those blasted things - muggle inventions from hell. They weren’t meant for Purebloods. She could hear him prattling on, but Bells was only half-listening, still focused on the fact that he was smoking in her common room. He was right of course, he would never amount to much. He thought of himself as too high on the social totem pole and that would be his downfall. Surely someone would strike him dead before he was twenty-five for being a disgrace to the pureblood lines - she could only hope that it would be her. A slight smile crossed her lips as she thought about standing over his dead-lifeless body. What a relief to the rest of the Pureblood population that would be - no more soiling at the hands of someone who couldn’t even properly hold their emotions in check.

She was going to be something some day, that’s what he had wrong. Finn knew nothing of what she did during her extracurriculars. She was learning Dark Arts from a man so powerful that he was sure to rule the world within a few short years. And Bells? Well Bellatrix Black would be at his right hand for all to see - the Queen to his King. And Finn would be the first person that she would take down.

Bells moved toward him and sat down right next to him, leaning forward. Inside, she was internally groaning - she hated being so close to the scum of her house, but she knew that she had a point to prove, a place to put Finn Kiernan back into, “The only thing my tongue can taste is your bitterness, Finn.” Bells fought the urge to spit on him as she glared in his general direction. From her seat on the edge of the couch in which he had taken over, she took the cigarette out of his hands and threw it onto the stone floor. She used her shoe to push it further into the ground, “Don’t patronize me even more by smoking muggle cigarettes, it’s embarrassing, pet.”

The sound of laughter made the raven-haired girl raise her chin in fascination. She hadn’t been expecting Finn to laugh, however, it looked as if he had had a little too much to drink and might not have been in his right mind at the given time. “Oh please!” Bellatrix clasped her hands in front of her as if she was genuinely excited with the prospect of Finn taking off his arms and legs. Truth be told - she wouldn’t mind the sight of him physically lobbing off his limbs himself in her honor. An homage to Bellatrix Black, in actuality, “I’m sure that could be arranged.” She smiled her wicked smile and then looked him up and down. What she wouldn’t give to see him dead at her feet - if for no reason but because he annoyed her with his constant nagging about authority.

Of course he was right, she had never had a taste, nor would she ever want a taste of the blonde-mop-headed boy. He was atrocious to her. The very thought made another thin smile rise to her lips - he was delusional if he thought that anything like that would happen tonight. “You don’t have to taste a strawberry to know that it’s rotten, Kieran.” Bellatrix breathed in response and carefully raised her eyebrows at the dead cancer-stick that now lay snuffed on the floor, “You can just look at it and tell. Discoloration, isolation, stench...that’s how you know.”

After she was certain that that bloody cigarette was taken care of, Bellatrix sat down next to him on the couch and placed her arm over the back. Eyes carefully took in the body language that her offered her and she almost laughed - he would eventually cave, she knew that he would. They all did in the end, voluntarily or not.“Dog, cat, toad...They're all the same to me.” She drug her fingernail down the side of Finn’s face as she looked at him by the light of the fire. He was a deplorable human being, an embarrassment to the pureblood lines. “Why don’t you play nice for once, Finn? You could be such a great Slytherin if you just figured out your place.” She tapped her finger against his cheek and then pulled back, leaning against the arm of the couch. Could be. But that would never happen. Some people were so stuck in their ways that they were a lost hope.

Bellatrix watched as he mimicked her motions and raised both of her eyebrows. Surely Finn knew what he was getting himself into, there was no way that he was unaware. Bellatrix didn’t exactly have the cleanest reputation, but she usually didn’t act out against other Slytherins. Perhaps Mr. Kieran would be different, “Of course I would enjoy it. I should like it even more if you let me rip them off.” She ran her tongue over her lips at the thought and then leaned back so she was not sitting so stiffly against the couch. If someone had told her that she would be chatting with the ever annoying Finn Kieran tonight, she would have told them that they were crazy. And yet here she sat, entertaining his audience because she genuinely had nothing better to do.“Why were you even sorted into Slytherin, pet?” She growled at him, trying her best to not let her agitation take over herself. He had seemed to once share the same values as all of them, but she could quickly see it deteriorating with his mental health.

It was then that she was left with the unfamiliar territory of trying to figure out where it was that Finn belonged, “I mean, you’re hardly a Gryffindor...you lack their unabashed idiosyncrasies.” The House of Lion was full of idiots who mistook their stupid actions for bravery, “Perhaps Ravenclaw?” Slowly she wound her finger in a circle across his chin and then ran it down his jawline, “No, no. They’re too stuck-up. Badger? Hardly. You have more to offer than that.” Finn didn't really belong anywhere so the Sorting hat had throw him in the same ring as her. How discouraging. She was surprised of course at his response - Bells would hardly call running into her for verbal jousting ‘lucky’ for Finn.

“So I suppose it’s only right that you ended up here, indeed. The house of Salazar. That’s a good boy-” She cooed as he threw the box of cigarettes away from them. She was half tempted to throw them into the fire, but surely that would only cause more issues. Now that they were making progress, she was interested...invested almost in the conversation. Perhaps an old dog could learn new tricks...or at least learn to sit and stay when he was told. Now that she was back on top of her game - with her secured alliance with the Lestranges, Bellatrix was Queen once again. She had her control back...she could do anything in the world, including getting Finn to surrender to her on this dark night. Her green eyes were alight with the flame from the fireplace as she watched him turn in her direction, “I knew it was only a matter of time-” She breathed. Rotten fruit or not, she was now enjoying her little game with Finn Kieran.

ooc;; sorry this is horrid O.o promise the next will be better!