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Don't Tread on Me | Bella Jun 9, 2014 14:19:16 GMT -8

Post by BELLATRIX PROSERPINA BLACK on Jun 9, 2014 14:19:16 GMT -8

Andromeda stood there, screaming and crying like a baby and Bellatrix wanted nothing more than to slap some sense into her own flesh and blood. This was not the way that a Black acted, especially when presented with such an incredible opportunity. She seemed so upset, so angry, and it only lit the fire of passion that flowed through Bella’s veins with more fervor. The younger girl ripped her arm out of Bella’s fingertips and she flexed her own hand, trying to regain the balance that she seemed to have lost in the past minute, “Not even me?” Andy was scared - it was nothing more than that, she was afraid of committing herself to something so throughly. She was afraid of the implications. But in their new world order, they would be the queens. They could be the rulers of the world. The Black sisters at the right hand of Lord Voldemort. It was beautiful and it was only a matter of time before Andy saw that.

“Muggles are animals, not people.” She spat back at her sister, the blood white hot as it coursed through her veins, “And there’s too many of them. Their society is archaic, they’re bumbling idiots, and they don’t deserve to share this land with people that are as gifted as we are.”

“And don’t even get me started on those born from that filth into wizarding society: they were born into our world, Andy. Without right, without grant of passage.” She breathed, the venom in stark contrast to her sister’s voice of fear and fury, “These Mudbloods-” The word felt like slime on her tongue, pissing her off perhaps even more than she already was, “Need to be stripped of their power, of their wands. They’ll become our rightful slaves. The shit of society. And if they don’t go along with it, then yes. We need to kill them, pet.” Her green eyes flickered with that same dangerous warning as they often did; Bellatrix stepped forward, watching her sister back away from her in fear as she continued her advance - it appeared this conversation was far from over, “Now stop that and listen to what I’m proposing. We can be queens.”

She finally reached her sister and took her cheeks into her hands and planted a kiss on her forehead. “Don’t cry, I know it’s what you’ve always wanted, sweet sister.” She breathed to her sister before taking a step back and allowing her space. She would eventually understand. Everyone would. The Purge: It was up to Bellatrix and her sisters.

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Don't Tread on Me | Bella Jun 10, 2014 16:41:58 GMT -8

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It took all of Andy's strength not to bawl. The tears streaming down her cheeks stung her eyes and burned her throat, but she forced herself not to let it consume her completely. She could not afford to break down into a blubbering mess, even if that was all she wanted to do right now. Her whole life had collapsed around her; the bubble of blissful ignorance had burst and left her feeling stupid for not seeing it sooner. Everything she knew had been a lie. And still Bellatrix pressed ruthlessly on, salting the raw wound with vile words. She looked deranged with spite. Andromeda had ever seen her sister this angry before – not with her. But she was angry, too. Indignant fury surged up inside her chest, and a part of her wanted nothing more than to draw her wand. If she could have hexed her into silence, she might have tried it — anything to stop the hateful flow streaming from Bella's mouth – but she was no match for her older sister. If she was lucky, Dromeda might get in the first shot, but Bellatrix would make her regret resorting to dueling instead of using her words, like an adult. "That – that's right. If anyone deserves death, it's people like you! M-murderers!" she stuttered in outrage. She regretted saying that the minute those hateful words burst free. She did not wish any harm to come to her sister, but she was just so angry and hurt. She cast her eyes downward, avoiding Bella's gaze.

"They're people," she repeated. Her voice was quieter as she switched back to pleading. If only Bella would listen, if only she'd see reason. Andy looked back at her, eyes wide and beseeching. Muggleborns were no different than them, and even Muggles were so much more than Bellatrix could see. Just to look at all they had achieved without magic – art, literature, even in warfare – revealed how capable they were. In many ways, they were actually greater than wizards, because without magic, they had to rely more on ingenuity. Furthermore, without their influence, the wizarding world would have stood still. Ever since the separation of the two worlds, the magical had mirrored the mundane. But Dromeda could not think to give voice to that argument in the heat of her passion. The blood was boiling in her head, making it difficult to think logically. "They do have rights. Muggleborns have magic, that's proof that they're equal," her statement came out almost more of a question because she was so upset.

Bellatrix had her cornered, with nowhere to escape. She took hold of her cheeks, like a mother attempting to calm a child having a tantrum, and kissed her on the forehead. Dromeda drew in a shuddering, calming breath despite herself. It made her impossibly sad to think that the only way to get her sister's affection was by entertaining talk of evil. Here was the choice, set before her without pretense. Bigotry and mass murder at her sister's side, or stand up for what was right alone. Not just alone, in fact, but as a target. Morality would come at the cost of her family. Bellatrix would see that she was disowned, disgraced... maybe even killed, for being a stain on the family name. Dromeda would become a blood traitor in earnest. That concept was almost as frightening as the Death Eaters. Almost.

"I... I do care about the family," she insisted tremulously. "I care about you and Cissa. I do want us to reclaim our rightful place, but, oh god, Bella... not like this. We don't have to kill people to get respect... surely..."

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Don't Tread on Me | Bella Jun 11, 2014 12:56:24 GMT -8

Post by BELLATRIX PROSERPINA BLACK on Jun 11, 2014 12:56:24 GMT -8

Bellatrix had never killed anyone, at least not yet. Riddle hadn’t let her - sure, there had been a few animals that she was allowed to torture and end, but not the life of a muggle-born. Oh how she craved the feeling that it would bring her...the sheer ecstasy of being more than just another face in the army. She controlled life and death at the flick of wand and there would come a day when the world would cower at the name Bellatrix, “Consider me struck fearful with the possibility of death because of my actions, Sister. But at least I’m fighting for something.” She spat back at her sister, feeling betrayed by her words. Her sister couldn’t understand what she was trying to tell her. As much as she was attempting to put it into words that would break through to her, enlighten her to the possibilities, she was hiding behind fear of being branded a murderer.

“Equal?” Bella asked in disbelief, countering her sister’s statement with the same tone, “Equal, Andromeda? For years and years our family has passed down the ancestral right of magic through the purest of blood and they just come along and think they can claim the same birth right as the rest of us? They’re anomalies, flukes, diseased...they’re unnatural and wrong. And they deserve to-” She turned away from her sister for a moment, staring into the licking flames of the fire, trying not to lash out. Andromeda needed comfort, she needed to be guided into their cause, not thrust into it. Often, Bells forgot that her sisters were not quite like her - Andy was quiet and reserved, Narcissa delicate and...well, blonde. She had to play each of them differently to make the chord strike a harmony.

“Surely you know what we need to do. The three of us. Mother has all but checked out and it’s just us. It’s me that’s left to fix this mess. Don’t you want the world to see us for something more than Cygnus’ children?” She snapped when she mentioned his name, caressing the Dark Mark that was on her arm, as if it was providing her some internal calm. Fingertips ran up and down the snake that adorned her forearm as she tensed the skin with a clenched fist. Slowly she turned back around to face her sister, her eyebrows drawn together in concern as she dropped her hand from the Mark.

A few seconds of silence settled between them as Bells tried to think of the right strings to pluck, the right melody to play, “I would hate for something like this to come between us.” She breathed, tilting her head slightly to the side, “Andromeda, you are my sister. And I would never ask you to do something if it wasn’t what we need to do.” She could see her sister’s apprehension in the way she was tensed and took her hands into her own - feeling Andy’s fingertips on her skin for the first time in years. Bella didn’t like physical contact, and initiating it herself seemed other-worldly, “I need you on my side.”

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Don't Tread on Me | Bella Jun 12, 2014 18:24:36 GMT -8

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Her tears were starting to dry, but Andromeda still felt hopelessly angry, confused and hurt. She gulped down another breath of air, and tried her best to force the whirlwind of emotions to calm. She needed to listen and really hear what Bellatrix was saying. Reacting heatedly would only make things worse, much worse. Bella was trying so hard to keep her composure, Andy could see that, and so she had to make the effort too. The only hope they had of resolving this nightmare, of repairing the rift between them, was if they could find some mediation. She wanted her sister to understand why she was so frightened by all of this, and in return, she would have to work to comprehend what had drawn Bella to this extreme conclusion. It was the only way they could find a better, less severe, solution to their family's troubles and get what they both wanted. It helped that Bellatrix had taken the first step. That alone made Andromeda realize how important this was to her. Affection and patience (with people) were not habits of hers. This was something close to Bella's heart.

Andy wiped her eyes and took one last breath. Letting her gaze drift down to the floor, she spoke softly, "Y-yes. Yes, I... know it's up to us to fix things. I know our good name is riding on your shoulders, and I... I know how hard that must be. Maybe, if you could just explain it to me more... Why is You-Know-Who our only option? Why does it have to be like this...? I'm frightened, Bella." She met her sister's unwavering stare, wearing a face like a mouse beseeching a snake not to strike.

"I am on your side, or – I want to be. But this isn't something I can accept just because it might help us get ahead. They... the Death Eaters do terrible things. I'll never believe it's right to hurt other people. But I'm sorry for what I said. I don't hate you... Just – just help me understand." What other option was there than to listen, than to try to comprehend what motivated evil? Andromeda had no one else in the world but her sisters. If the brightest of them thought this was the best path for the three of them, then Andy had to at least glance at the map to see where it would lead. There was no mistaking the hateful things Bellatrix had spoken, nor the sincerity in her tone, but perhaps there was something for Dromeda to clutch at, too. Some silver lining, the light to all this darkness and death, which she simply did not see.

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Don't Tread on Me | Bella Jun 13, 2014 6:16:29 GMT -8

Post by BELLATRIX PROSERPINA BLACK on Jun 13, 2014 6:16:29 GMT -8

“Of course you don’t hate me,” She replied, reaching up a brushing some of the hair from Andy’s forehead. She pushed some of her own away from her face, realizing only then that she was slightly wet with sweat. She had become increasingly excited over the past few minutes and had practically caused herself to work up to a sweat because she was arguing so hard. It was time to take a different approach and she knew it - Andy was playing along, and now it was time for Bella to seal the deal.

“There is no reason to be scared, I promise. Merlin, I never promise anything if I can’t keep it, Andy, you know that. But he’s the only real option. If you met him you’d understand...There’s something about him, about the way that he commands a room. I can’t imagine having anyone else be my leader.” Tom Riddle was a huge draw to the cause, but there was also the principles for which they stood, “They stand in the purity of the line. Our own motto is Tojours Pur. If that’s not a call into his forces, I can’t imagine another to be more clear.” Bellatrix was still holding onto her sister’s hands, a strange feeling for her. Suddenly she felt rooted in their bond as sisters - she wasn’t just a salesman pitching something incredulous to someone who might not even choose to buy. No, she was Andromeda’s sister and she was begging her to come along in this journey with her. To feel the power surge through their veins together.

“We were meant to be with him. Bellatrix Black, Andromeda Black, Narcissa Black...all of us. To sit upon thrones of our own Purity.” She was trying to maintain her calm and composure so she wouldn’t scare Andy again, but it was becoming increasingly difficult. She felt a passion for the Dark Arts like none she had experienced so far in her life...they drew her in and caressed her like a lover. The Death Eaters were the only people in the world that wasn’t afraid of her, instead they welcomed her with open arms. They were her kin, and she wanted her sisters to be a part of it, too.

For a moment, she was silent, letting her own words sink into her skull as she tried to think of another angle that she could play Andy at, “Something huge is coming. And we can pick one of the sides. If we stay neutral, we’ll be stuck in the same rut Father put us in. If we pick the wrong one, we’ll be ruined forever. But, if we pick the right one - like I believe we are. If we pick the one that calls to our family name like the Dark Lord’s does, we’ll be on top again.” Her green eyes were alight once more, hoping that she would get through to Andromeda. They would have to choose if they were ever to move their social status...and Bella knew in her heart that she had chosen right.

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Don't Tread on Me | Bella Jun 15, 2014 21:22:39 GMT -8 BLAIR ELISA MASON likes this

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Andromeda was not sure Riddle, or Voldemort to name him properly, was as reassuring to her as he seemed to Bellatrix. How could any one person make her change her views, no matter how compelling or charismatic? Andy had not seen him 'in his full glory,' as Bella would have put it, but she was skeptical that it would suddenly alter her morals on right and wrong. Her ethics were anything but flexible. Plus, everything still sounded far too vague to convince her that this was truly their best way forward. A strong leader was not reason enough to fall in line. Wasn't the point of all this for them to be second to none, anyway? Second to the Dark Lord was still settling to be less than they deserved. Maybe it was naive of her, but Andromeda thought that the way to be first among wizards was to be the paragons to which others aspired, not to throw in with the underside of society. But before she could think up a way to voice that thought without being antagonistic, Bella raised the issue of values – including their own family motto.

Purity, it always came back to that. Dromeda frowned. Surely there were other ways to be "always pure" than by blood. Purity of heart, purity of soul, for example... Things that ought to have meant more than birth, and things that was directly antithetical to violence and hate. "I dunno..." was all she could manage in reply to Bellatrix. Her sister was so certain, but she was not. All Andy did know, was that suggesting her own ideas had to be done in the right way, at the right time. That time was not now, not when their shouts were still ringing in the air. She suddenly felt exhausted.

Then Bella spoke again, and she perked up a little. "You mean a war. A war is coming," it was not a question. She looked at her sister closely, considering her words in earnest for the first time. "You think the... Dark Lord's side will win? What makes you so certain? Surely numbers would be on the other side." She had to inquire further like that, but Bella had finally given her something rational to think about. It was logical to pick the strongest side in a fight. That was just self-preservation, common sense. Bellatrix had a point, there could be opportunity for them in such a circumstance. Still, Andromeda would never be sold on the dogma; she refused to taint her soul with evil... Yet war made strange bedfellows, wasn't that the saying? If it came down to it, she could not fight her sisters any more than she could murder innocents. It was disgustingly tragic that the two things were on opposite sides. Andy chewed her lip nervously. "I don't know, she repeated, with the concession of, "maybe, Bella. I don't like the idea of standing on the wrong side of history, if there is a war."

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Don't Tread on Me | Bella Jun 17, 2014 11:07:02 GMT -8

Post by BELLATRIX PROSERPINA BLACK on Jun 17, 2014 11:07:02 GMT -8

It seemed as if Andromeda was finally clueing into the world around her - she was clueing into what her sister was trying to show her. The war was exactly what she needed her to understand. This was not just Bellatrix pushing for them to be on top again because she could, this was Bellatrix

“War.” She breathed, the word felt so delicious against her tongue. It almost had a palatable taste - like fire and ice together into one coupled with caramel adrenaline and crystalized danger. She hungered for the destruction that this war would bring. She wanted the feeling of power that would accompany it. For years, she had been taught that life was a chess board - it was strategy and playing the pieces to her advantage. She was the Black queen piece, Riddle was her King. Damian had become one of her Knights. There were a few others skirting around the board, looking for their place within her army. They would be the most powerful that the world had ever seen! And Andromeda? Andromeda was the piece that was stuck in the middle of the board. The pawn that was half White and half Black. That was what concerned her older sister. Perhaps she couldn’t breed her to become a knight for her own chess board, but she certainly didn’t want her sister to cross over to the other side.

She had to stifle the laugh that came next. If Andy thought that the muggles and their sympathizers would win because they had the numbers, she clearly underestimated the amount of power that was on their side. The Death Eaters were bred to be dangerously powerful, they knew how to send spells over their shoulders that could shatter an entire building, “What are numbers compared to skill and power?” She returned, fingertips still running over the skull that was on her forearm, “Victory is at our fingertips, I know it is. We’re training. We have numbers. We have the power.” Self-assuredness flowed through her words; Bella was back on top. She knew what she wanted and that was to have her sister join her side of the board.

“Do you trust me, Andy?” Bells finally asked, putting her arms on her sister’s shoulders as she looked at her. She needed to assure her pawn that the queen was in control. She needed to assure her that the Black side of things was the strongest...which, she firmly believed that it was. In Bella’s mind, there was no question about who would win this war. There was only a question of where Andromeda would end up after it was all over, “I am on the right side of things.” With that, she placed a soft kiss on her sister’s forehead, “It’s a lot to take in, I know it is. But if you trust me, you know that I would never lead you astray. Maybe you’ll even be the one writing those history books, sister.”

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Don't Tread on Me | Bella Jun 18, 2014 14:37:36 GMT -8

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Bella sure did sound certain. Assured was the word for it. She had complete, unwavering belief in her choice. Her words, their tone, the gleam in her eyes all attested to her total confidence in the side she had picked. Still Andromeda wavered. Bellatrix was cleverer, more ambitious, and more talented than her younger sister, there was no point pretending otherwise – but Andy often wondered whether she was the wisest of them all. Certainly, she felt as though she was the Black sister possessed of the greatest common sense. That prudent nature was what held her back from taking her sister's word as objective truth. Bella was not great at maintaining objectivity. She was too passionate, hating and loving with all of her being. If she felt at all, she felt strongly. Dromeda, on the other hand, was more cautious and judicious when it came to her perceptions. It could make them an unstoppable duo; Bella the hammer, Dromeda the anvil, but more often than not, it only made them adversaries. This time, it was too critical to fall back into their destructive pattern of opposition. This wasn't one of their sibling squabbles; this was real. This was war.

And Bellatrix was pulling out the big cards, like trust. "I –" She wanted to say 'yes,' that she could trust her sister without hesitation, but she could not. The honest voice in her head answered 'no.' How could she believe in Bella? She was not even sure she knew her anymore. All this darkness was too much. In her heart, Andromeda did not have faith in her sister's judgment. She had next to no confidence that Bellatrix had made the right move, or that she and Cissa being drawn in to this fight would be to their personal benefit. For that matter, she was not sure it would do much to repairing their family's (already damaged) reputation. Fighting on the strong side was wise, but when that side was also the evil one, it became a little more complicated.

Her sister placed a kiss upon her brow, an almost motherly act. Dromeda's eyes dropped to the floor. She felt them sting as tears threatened her once more. Only by force of will did she keep them at bay. "I want to trust you," that was the truth, even if she currently could not. "Maybe with a little more to go on, I could. Like, why there has to be a war at all? Or why you didn't talk to us, me and Cissa, before you signed up for all this? I mean, wh–" Andromeda came to an abrupt halt. She had just heard the sound of someone approaching in the shadows. The darkness hid the figure from view, but she tapped Bella on the shoulder and nodded meaningfully in that direction. If someone had been listening in, things could be very very bad for the two of them.

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Don't Tread on Me | Bella Jun 18, 2014 15:50:32 GMT -8

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Regulus had been sleeping. Had been being the opportune words. There was shouting coming from the hallway outside of the dorms. After three minutes he recognized the voices, his oldest cousins seemed to be having a screaming match. Reg had a huge charms exam in the morning and had gone to bed early to give him the opportunity to feel refreshed in the morning but seeing how that was gone, he might as well listen in. He put on a tshirt and didn’t bother changing out of his shorts, peering out the door and listening in. They were discussing war and choosing sides. If he had been feeling the effects of his sleep deprevation, they wore off pretty quickly as he heard them say Death Eaters, describe themselves as Queens and hearing the Dark Lord mentioned, this was his kind of conversation. He slid out of his door so that he could get closer, to hear the entire conversation. He was the youngest of the Blacks but he loved his family, well all except his disgrace of a brother. He looked up to Bellatrix, she was strong, beautiful and she scared the hell out of everyone. Everyone but Reg. While she called everyone pet, she treated Reg as if he truly was her little brother and he loved her for it. He and Andie weren’t as close but he loved her all the same. She wasn’t as strong as Bellatrix but she was brilliant, both in studies and in wit, which made them very similar in a lot of different ways.

After a few minutes they stopped talking abruptly, he had taken one step too closely. While the darkness still held him, he knew that neither one of them would allow him to stand in silence any longer. He took two steps into the light, a sheepish grin planted on his face. “I think what Andie was going to say was. What were you thinking Bells? Not letting your favorite cousin know.” He nodded to each of them, stepping so that it forms a triangle amongst them. He was truly disappointed that he had been invited to join the Dark Lord’s ranks. He had heard the rumors, heard the talking around him in the common room. He was being left out and he had a feeling it was due to his dear older brother. Regulus had proven time and time again that he was true to the family, true to their name and their cause. He would fight for blood purity and prove his loyalty. If they would just let them.

He looked from cousin to cousin, a slight grin on his face. “So could you Queens use a handsome Prince?” He raised his eyebrows and chuckled softly. He was kidding of course, playing along with their naming of their roles. His smile faded and he spoke seriously. “We all have our reasons to want to see the House of Black rise again.”

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Don't Tread on Me | Bella Jun 18, 2014 19:06:05 GMT -8

Post by BELLATRIX PROSERPINA BLACK on Jun 18, 2014 19:06:05 GMT -8

Bellatrix wanted to pull her hair out in that moment. In fact, she was so close to screaming in Andromeda’s face she knew if she didn’t take a step back, they were going to have an impending explosion on their hands. She was talking over Andy, “You want to trust me? Listen to yourself Andromeda, what would Druella think of us arguing like this. The tensions are already too high between our side and theirs! There has to be a war because-” Suddenly both she and her sister went silent. Bells turned her head to look in the direction of the shadows that Andy seemed stuck on. Slowly they moved amongst the darkness and took the shape of someone. Regulus. Her sweetest little cousin. She had doted upon him ever since he was born, but even more so now that Sirius had tried to blow the family apart. He had become like a brother she never had - she trusted him with just about everything. And that would have included this, had she ever made it past Andromeda. She had full intentions of pulling in all her family ties to join in their crusade.

“Ah the most noble of us all! Prince Regulus Black. Of course I was going to let you know, sweet Reg. You were the next stop on my journey through these halls. You know I would never leave you out of all these fun and games! Wouldn’t be nearly as fun without you, pet.” Normally, she chose the nickname as a derogatory term, but in relation to Regulus, it was simply her way of doting upon him; like the proud older sister she thought herself to be. Bells was suddenly glad that he was here. It was almost as if back-up had arrived. Reaching forward, she placed her hand on his shoulder and took Andy’s hand in her own, completing the familial triangle that was before her. Regulus always had a way with words that Bells seemed to lack, precisely what Andromeda would need to be convinced of, “Look at us. All here, together.” She breathed, “Isn’t this nice.” Her eyes swept across her sister again, hoping that their cousin’s presence had made things feel a bit less stressful and overwhelming for her.

Regulus was right - each of them was different in their ways of thinking. Bells wanted the power, Andy wanted to keep her moral compass in check, and Narcissa? Well, Merlin only knew what it was that Narcissa wanted. But for each of them, the House of Black could fulfill their wildest dreams if them managed to get back on top. “I want to see the Noble House of Black in command of the wizarding world once again. We are leaders. We change the world together as a family It’s time that we stepped up. I want to lead us there.” She breathed, voicing her own call to arms, “And I’ve chosen a side. Why else?” She didn’t include what she was really thinking: Since their father was dead, their mother an alcoholic bed-whore, it was up to Bellatrix to act as patriarch. They would have never questioned her father’s decisions, so why question hers now? This was the way her family would fix itself. It had to be.

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Don't Tread on Me | Bella Jun 19, 2014 17:11:30 GMT -8

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Dromeda let out the breath she had been holding. It was only Regulus. Thank Merlin it was he who had overheard them, not one of the rival families or their toadies. Andromeda hadn't even agreed to anything yet, and she was already becoming a paranoid mess. But Reg's appearance was not entirely a relief. Bella had him in her pocket since they were children, plus he and Andy had never really got on too well. That was partly because he was so close to her older sister, but the distance between the cousins was equally due to Andromeda's sympathies with his older brother. She had always gotten along better with their Gryffindor pariah than the rest of the family did. Of course, as the years had gone by, Sirius had ostracized himself more and more from his own kin. Andromeda had finally been forbidden to speak with him after he was disowned. Her father might not be around to enforce that any longer but Aunt Walburga and Uncle Orion certainly would, more was the pity. As Andromeda reflected on her favorite cousin's fate, she realized just how easily it might be her own. Sirius was like a great big warning sign flashing out the words, "this could be you." She shivered at the thought. Without her family she had nothing, she would be nothing.

In answer to her concern, Bellatrix physically drew them together. She was doing her best to seal Andromeda into the path she had chosen for her. Andy bit her lip. Why was it so hard to accept what Bella offered... Wasn't it exactly what she always wanted, the House of Black united as one? Yes, but not like this; not by following Bella blindly into darkness black as their name. Regulus might not object to what his favorite cousin proposed, but Dromeda had none of his innocent delusions about the fanatical sister standing beside her. If she was perfectly honest with herself, she knew what was going on. She could ignore the injustice of the Dark Lord's cause, pretend to see what Reg did in her sister... Or she would end up joining Sirius as a disowned Blood Traitor. Some choice, she thought bitterly.

"You still should have talked to us first," she insisted quietly. "I don't like being forced into this... Regulus, don't you have any problems with all this?" she attempted to appeal to him for backup, knowing full well that she could never win him over from Bellatrix. "Doesn't it seem a bit... extreme? I mean, couldn't we just fix the money and, and then support the cause, without fighting in it? Doesn't that make the most sense – not to risk everything, to have an out if we need it?"

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Don't Tread on Me | Bella Jun 25, 2014 18:39:53 GMT -8

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Regulus smiled at his older cousin, Bellatrix of course. As she called him pet, he knew it was something she called everyone but for him it was different. She said it slightly different and it did not bother him so much as it did everyone else. It was a term of endearment from his favorite cousin and it brought him a sense of worth and pride when she said it. When she mentioned fun and games, his eyes lit up. He wasn’t entirely sure what she meant but he wanted in, he wanted to help her and the whole family get back the to fame and power they had once had and so rightfully deserved. Keeping the family pure and serving the dark lord seemed to be the best way to do that, so that’s what Regulus would do. He was loyal, some would say to a fault, but he didn’t see it that way. He grinned at Andromeda as she asked her question. She had to know it was futile, that he would never speak out against one of Bellatrix’s plans. Especially one he agreed with whole heartedly. “Dear cousin what is there to have a problem with. Yes I’d have liked to be there to make my own mind but I would have decided to do the same no matter what. Wouldn’t you?” She had paused long enough but gone right back into her worries.

He listened intently to her, her arguments made sense but it made her seem wishy-washy. Regulus spent most of his life in the shadows as his parents dealt with Sirius, he would not continue to do so when it came to this war. They would talk about him, not his sniveling brother who thought he was too good for his family when in reality Sirius wasn’t good enough. It had taken Regulus many years to face that and it hurt still to this day, because he loved Sirius. They had been so close as kids and now it had been months since they had spoken. He still loved his brother but he felt shame towards the way his brother behaved.

“Andie there will be plenty who do just that. Families who support the “cause.”” Using his fingers to really send the point home, as if these people believed that was all it was. This wasn’t just something to rally around and fundraise for. This was their future and it was worth fighting for and so Regulus would. “And you are right if by some miracle we fail, the dark lord fails we will have lost everything.” He paused for dramatics more than anything, he knew where he was going. “But..if we stand together. The Blacks, all of us.” (He knew that was impossible but he ignored that thought. “Then if….no when we win this war. It will be us at the top, us who stood and fought for the betterment of our people. The Blacks saviors of the pure blood. We will be Kings and Queens, and treated as such.” Bella and Reg were making their pitch, they had to hope Andie would see reason.

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Don't Tread on Me | Bella Jun 26, 2014 12:02:08 GMT -8

Post by BELLATRIX PROSERPINA BLACK on Jun 26, 2014 12:02:08 GMT -8

Bellatrix knew that she could count on Regulus to be on her side - despite the fact that it seemed Bellatrix had made up her mind for the entire House of Black, he knew that it was a necessity. The only way to win it all back was to risk it all - Bells had never considered herself a gambler like their father, but she wasn’t playing with the family fortune. She was playing for reputation and power and she was going to win it all back ten-fold. They all would reap the benefits of what she was pushing them into, “I won’t force you into anything, Andromeda. I just want you to see what I’m offering us. I want you to understand and join of your own free will.” She tightened her grip on her sister’s hand, solidifying the triangle in which they stood. As she did so, she also gave three quick taps on Regulus’ shoulder, trying to convey her thankfulness at his cooperation. Bella always knew that he was meant to be her brother and not Sirius’.

Andromeda knew that they could lose everything as a family. Bella knew it too, but she chose to ignore it because she believed so wholly in what they were about to fight for. They wouldn’t lose. That was the truth that was in Bella’s heart - they were strong, they had the skill and the drive, they had the leader, and their enemy lacked purpose and collection. For all Bells knew, there was no one who had banded together to challenge the Death Eaters in their mission. Perhaps no one would - it could be a war that was so easily won. “We could lose everything, that’s a distinct possibility, but we’ll be no worse of than we are now.” Bella compounded on Regulus’ reasoning, “Queen Bellatrix, Queen Andromeda, and King Regulus. I rather like the sound of that.” She cooed again after Regulus had finished his argument.

It was almost as if they had rehearsed their words. Both of them seemed to be on the same page, pushing the same points home. They would be royalty, they could reclaim their spot as one of the prominent wizarding families, “Toujours Pur.” Bella breathed re-focusing on her sister’s eyes before looking at Regulus and offering him a thin-lipped smirk: Always Pure, “Toujours Pur, Andromeda. That’s the family motto. It’s on our crest. You’ve always been the smart one, you know what it means, and you know what we are called to do. Now it’s up to us to execute it, yes?”

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NOTES; sorry, it’s a bit short on my end!

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Don't Tread on Me | Bella Jun 27, 2014 19:34:44 GMT -8

Post by Deleted on Jun 27, 2014 19:34:44 GMT -8

It was looking more and more like she would have to support that cause, no matter her personal feelings. Regulus had arrived like reinforcements to Bella's conquering army, leaving Andromeda no room to retreat. She could not help thinking him naive. Did he truly understand the danger of this war – for that matter, did Bellatrix? They spoke of their own ruin with such casual dismissal that she doubted either of them comprehended how terrible their fall could yet be. "No worse than we are? Bella, Regulus... We could end up in Azkaban – we could end up dead! I don't see how anything is worth that kind of risk. If we just backed this cause, not fought for it, then we'd still be... doing something to help," she reiterated her compromise. Andromeda truthfully wanted nothing to do with this purity war, but Bella was too committed now, to do nothing at all. "But we'd be secure against any problems to come. We don't need to make ourselves targets to get ahead. We – we can be smart about this."

Her quiet appeal for peace was drowned out by their battle cry of 'Toujours Pur.' Always the motto. Always Pure. The words were like shackles around her wrists, binding her to a dogma she could not believe. Her expression became stern as anger pricked at her again. She withdrew her hand from her sister's grasp. "You say you won't force me, Bella, but you already have! That mark on your arm can't be removed, isn't that right? You've already gone too far to pull out, so how can I not get dragged in? You stand here, filling Regulus' head with visions of glory and trying to convince me I should believe it, too? I see only ruin and death on this path you've chosen, sister. But what you decided, you have decided for us all."

She expelled an angry breath from her lungs. "I can't fight you. I see that now. So, fine. I won't get in your way as you two run off to become soulless killers. I will stand aside and let you destroy yourselves, but don't expect me to do the same. I value my soul too highly to stain it with evil. If I must be a part of this war, then you'll have me... I won't abandon my family. But I will never serve anything other than the Black name. No Dark Lord, no Dark Mark, no Death Eaters. And furthermore," she crossed her arms defiantly, "I want you to keep Cissa out of this. If she has to know, then she can stand with me on the side-lines. We'll do what we can, but I think the two of you are quite formidable enough with our wands."

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Don't Tread on Me | Bella Jul 5, 2014 15:56:33 GMT -8

Post by Deleted on Jul 5, 2014 15:56:33 GMT -8

Regulus leaned against the wall, allowing Bellatrix to take the reins. This was her plan, her leadership that had led them to this moment, trying to convince Andie that it was the best thing for them. He didn’t understand what she was missing, what she didn’t seem to understand. Regulus was not someone who wanted to fight, he had no intentions of picking fights, but he knew a war was coming and he would fight. He never wanted to hurt someone, it wasn’t in his nature but to ignore the fact that it was a necessary evil. Bellatrix and Andromeda were going in circles at this point, Bella continued her point. Andie wanted her compromise. Over and over and over again. He shook his head and pushed off the wall, cracking his knuckles one at a time. Not to intimidate but rather he just had a nasty habit of cracking his fingers. His mother always told him that he would be the first to get arthritis with how often he did it, but it was a nervous tick and he was having the damnedest time breaking it.

When Andie mentioned Azkaban he didn’t flinch but he also didn’t answer, he knew that to be a possibility and it was hard to argue why he found this to still be the best idea. His cousin made a lot of sense, well both did. Yet he found what Bellatrix was saying as the much more appropriate response, was it because he trusted Bells more or because he felt it was truly the best. Regulus indeed kept quiet, allowing the sister’s to continue on their circle until Andie broke free and attacked them both. Verbally of course. Regulus stopped the cracking and felt his face grow red, he wasn’t a child and yet Andie seemed to be insisting just that. That he couldn’t make his own decisions, that he was a little boy following his big sister into a battle they cant win. Thrust back into the shadow, forced to hide amongst the family. “Killers. Soulless killers. Andie what do you think we are doing?” He shook his head and stood so that he was eye to eye with his cousin, stepping out of the triangle they had formed. “We are not evil, we are brave, strong and fighting for what is best for us. You, me, Bells, Cissa, and the rest of our family. There will be no senseless killing in this, we will fight and push towards changing the world. Saviors. Not murderers.” He crossed his arms just as she did.

He stared into her eyes, unwavering and unflinching. He didn’t like being talked about in that fashion. As if he was some mindless drone and was just following orders. Regulus knew how to think for himself and he would never let himself become what she was suggesting. He was fighting for the honor of the black name, the fame and fortune that his family was rightfully owed. They would return to the greatness of the past and he would help lead the charge. He turned to Bells, no smile, no smirk. “Tell her Bells. It’s not like that, we aren’t monsters” He truly believed that, of course how much did Regulus really know about the Death Eaters.