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This Is The House That Doubt Built (Bells) Jan 4, 2013 0:47:38 GMT -8

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It had been a while since her little attempted trip to the owlery. The day had been interrupted by a snot nosed brat named Adeline Giovanni. Integra was desperately hoping that wouldn't happen this time as she stopped up the stairs in her boots and long cloak. She was sure to keep her eyes pealed on the steps as the cold air hit her face. Wouldn't want another accident like before. Though the girl was in a considerably better mood today.

Traipsing through the mud and down the path, Integra looked down at the envelope in her hand. It was still crumpled and waiting to get to her mother. Stupid dresses!! She was however very much looking forward to going with Rabastan. Now that they had talked and worked things out, everything seemed to be getting a little less stressful. Until she got to her destination.

That stinking place was always a nasty mess in her opinion. But her stupid owl had been in a few too many thunderstorms to be able to track her down anymore. Ruddy bird. No matter, the fresh air had done her good in the past, and she supposed it was alright now. It didn't take long to track down the massive great grey that perched up near the top with a disapproving glare. He let out a low sound and then swooped down in on her. He had a piece of parchment tied to his foot and Integra rolled her eyes at the sight. Another rude message from her mother no doubt.

Untying it and reattaching her own letter she swatted at the bird who squawked at her and then left. What a stupid bird. Integra looked down, unrolling the parchment in her hand and let her warm brown eyes poor over it.

I'll be in Hogsmeade next weekend and require your company. I'll be bringing your dress along with. There are matters I wish to discuss with you as well. You'll meet me at the Hog's Head at 4. Do not be late.

It was written in her father's slanting harsh pen and made her jaw clench. He couldn't so much as be bothered to make a formal letter starting with "My darling daughter" and ending with "Love, your Father." He made her so furious. With an angered eye roll, Integra turned out the door and was faced with another walking terror. Bellatrix Black. Her face level on Integra's and it made the Echoes girl want to vomit. "Bells." She ran her tongue over her teeth and crossed her arms, still holding the parchment in her cold pinching grasp.

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This Is The House That Doubt Built (Bells) Jan 4, 2013 11:26:49 GMT -8

Post by BELLATRIX PROSERPINA BLACK on Jan 4, 2013 11:26:49 GMT -8

Letters. She hated getting them at breakfast; in her opinion it was by far the worst time to receive post. She was in a bad mood in the morning because she hated getting up and the letters just seemed to put her over the edge. So, sitting in her usual spot in the middle of the Slytheirn table, she hoped with all her power that she was not due for any unexpected news via owl. Speak of the devil, she looked up and saw something flying in her direction, the hoo that it seemed to give off was unmistakable. Her owl, Prioress swooped in and dropped a loosely wrapped package onto her breakfast plate, splattering her pumpkin pastie all over her new shirt. She growled and glared up as the owl swooped out of the Great Hall and presumably to the owlery.

Growling she threw open the package that was before her, letting the wrappings fall into her already ruined breakfast. A letter from her mother accompanied the pair of shoes that sat in front of her. They were covered in black sparkles, most certainly not her style, but the style of Druella, ”Bloody hell, Bells, what’re those? Shoes for you night time job?”

[/b] The girl that was sitting next to her took it upon herself to pick up one of the shoes and hold it into the air, pissing Bellatrix off even more. As if the breakfast and the overly dramatic footwear wasn’t enough for one morning, ”Oye! Look over here, Bells is a bloody stripper and-”[/b] Immediately her hand was on the girl’s wrist and she looked down, staring wide-eyed.

”Do not say anything else if you value your wand arm.”[/b] Bellatrix breathed through her clenched teeth. She wasn’t about to deal with the stupidity of those around her. The girl immediately let go of the shoe, letting it fall back into the box. It was only then that Bells let her hand drop and the girl seemed to bolt out of the Great Hall faster than Bellatrix Black had ever seen anyone run, ‘Merlin, it’s good to be on top,’ She thought with a dangerous cackle.

She quickly threw the cover onto the shoe box and made her way to the owlery, fully intent on sending them back to her mother and demanding that she send her something more suitable for the Fall Formal. It wasn’t until she climbed the stairs that she found herself face-to-face with Integra Echoes. She raised both of her eyebrows at the girl as she stood in front of her, a look of anger on her face, ”My my my,”[/b] Bells breathed as she stared the girl down. It was like a stand off already and they had only been together for a few seconds, ”Teggy.”[/b] She retorted as she placed the shoe box in front of her so that it created a barrier of sorts between the two women. She didn’t want the girl to try and push her down the stairs. She noticed the piece of parchment in the girl’s hand.

”You seem miffed.”[/b] She mused, ”Did someone write you a nasty sonnet? Hmm?”[/b] She desperately wanted to know what was written on those letters but knew that Teggy probably wouldn’t give it up all that easily, ”Or wait, perhaps it’s from Rabastan!”[/b] Her voice was giddy with excitement, ”Do tell, has he broken your pathetic little heart yet?”[/b] Finally she pushed past the girl, setting the box on the windowsill so that she would have her arms free again.
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This Is The House That Doubt Built (Bells) Jan 5, 2013 2:20:03 GMT -8

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The look on Integra's face was indignant and mildly amused as she watched Bellatrix slip passed her. With an irritated chuckle, the girl rounded on the eldest Black sister with severe lack of reverence left for her. It was true they had been close before, but now there wasn't much of a salvageable friendship left. Everything had become such a competition between them that there was not room for shopping trips and make overs or girl talk or what ever the hell else it was 'gal pals' did together. Honestly, part of Integra was glad that they'd drifted apart before she had to find out.

"Actually quite the contrary. I've been the one breaking hearts." Her arms folded across her chest. This allowed her under hand to duck ever so close to the concealed placement of her wand. Just in case. Integra didn't want to get kicked in the rib again, though that hardly seemed characteristic of Bells. "Seems Rabastan wasn't too keen on my sleeping with Rodolphus. Oh...Pitty! I don't think you were supposed to know about that." Of course Integra was going to rub it in Bellatrix's face now that she didn't have to worry about Rab finding out. It was just such an easy way to push the girl's buttons.

With a somewhat vicious look in her eyes, Integra smiled and shrugged in mock remorse. "So sorry, Trixy. Oh wait... No I'm not." The glare intensified as Integra shoved off the wall and looked in at Bellatrix and the parliament owls surrounding her. The image of them all swooping in to peck at her and/ or shit all over the girl, was absolutely entertaining in her head and caused her malicious smile to grow just a bit wider.

"I hope you have fun with my sloppy seconds. Though I might be a tough act to follow. There was so much chemistry there." It didn't matter to her if Bellatrix wanted Rod or not, he was hers and Integra got to play with him instead. That made her beyond thrilled in all honesty. Truthfully, it was part of why she slept with him in the first place. She came back because it was fantastic. Integra fell quiet just soaking in the tensity of the situation and reveling in the rush it gave her.

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This Is The House That Doubt Built (Bells) Jan 9, 2013 9:48:49 GMT -8

Post by BELLATRIX PROSERPINA BLACK on Jan 9, 2013 9:48:49 GMT -8

Bellatrix could only roll her eyes at Integra. Their friendship was one that had once been so strong - at least a strong as two manipulative Slytherin women trying to forge a relationship could be. When the pair of them weren’t at each other’s throats over the years, they were actually quite the duo. They would destroy the hopes and dreams of countless other girls with hexes and verbal assaults, not to mention the havoc they used to wreck with the Slytherin Quidditch Players. Oh yes, Teggy and Bells used to be unstoppable when they were together. But lately they couldn’t stand being anywhere around each other; the tension mounted until eventually it was hard for the pair to be in the same room together. Often when chance placed them in the same place at the same time, people had to leave lest they see something become physically violent. Bellatrix supposed that their friendship had been doomed from the start; after all, when two similar entities existed in the same universe, they were bound to turn against one another.

She raised both of her eyebrows at the girl who had folded her arms away and tucked the letter somewhere in-between. Pity, Bells really had wanted to know what she had been hiding since she figured what they were feeding each other were lies. She wasn’t all that surprised to hear that Integra had been breaking other people’s hearts, although she couldn't imagine that anyone would actually give their heart to the tart, ”Merlin forbid.”

[/b] She muttered, running her fingertips over the top of the shoe box that she still held. Then mention of Rodolphus caused Bellatrix to snap her head up immediately, glaring daggers at the girl’s direction. She should have expected that the pair of them had slept together: Rod slept with everyone, but the words seemed to sting more than she had anticipated. Territorial like a dog, Bells didn’t like hearing about anyone digging their claws into what was rightfully and lawfully hers, ”Oh please, Integra.”[/b] Bells was trying to play it off as it were nothing, but she could feel the anger in her bones, ”Don’t flatter yourself, I’m sure he hardly even remembers that night. Rod will sleep with anything that has a pulse.”[/b] The words came out, but Bells was gritting her teeth.

The more that the girl continued, the more that Bells felt the urgent itch in her fingertips, pushing her hand closer and closer to the pocket of her robes where her wand lay. She could just as easily whip it out and send the girl to the hospital wing with a nasty gash across that smug little face of hers. ’Or better yet,’ Bells looked over at the windowsill, remembering what Riddle had taught her about the imperious curse and how it could be used to make things look like a suicide. She felt the malicious smile creep onto her lips as she imagined the fall that Teggy would have from the top of the tower...the broken bones, the blood, the-

”Chemistry is hardly any of my concern, Echoes,”[/b] Bellatrix breathed, forcing herself out of her previous thought-path. It was probably frowned upon to fantasize about the murder of someone else...especially when they were standing in the same room as you, ”But if you know what’s good for you, I’d stay away from Rod. Sloppy seconds or not, we’re the ones getting married and I don't need him catching some god awful disease from a slore like yourself.”[/b] For but a moment, the anger could be seen in her eyes; dark and smoldering, almost ready to explode and then - without fail - it was gone. She replaced it with a sickly sweet smile of sorts, something that was uniquely Bellatrix.[/blockquote][/blockquote][/justify][/size]

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This Is The House That Doubt Built (Bells) Jan 12, 2013 1:23:38 GMT -8

Post by Deleted on Jan 12, 2013 1:23:38 GMT -8

There was a cracking noise as Integra rolled back her shoulders and stretched her spine a little. Keeping her temper even with Bellatrix wasn't the simplest of tasks. There was even a moment as the girl spoke, that Integra's eye twitched ever so slightly with the distaste she was choking back. The mere sound of her voice could set Teggy off even without the suggestive comments. She blinked a few times to clear the irritation and let her tongue run over her bottom lip. What the girl was insinuating was entirely possible. For idiots and Muggles. Integra was much more intelligent than that.

"Oh, Bells if he's caught anything it won't be from me. There are scads of women in his bed on any given evening. I wouldn't doubt men even." She grinned again feeling the irritation slip deep into her veins and boil into fuel. Her piercing eyes glazed over the girl and held a look of pure pride and utter malice. "And I'm sure he knows my name Doll Face, so don't be surprised when he screams for me while he's faking it with you."

In truth she hated being mean to Bellatrix. Part of her missed having a girl she could talk to. It made her feel like maybe there was more to Integra that just sex. And there really was. Rabastan was excellent at making her feel like that again. Though the amount of lust Integra had for him could have killed her if she didn't have Joram. "What's it any of your business if I sleep with Rodolphus anyhow. It's not like you're doing it. Hell last I heard you didn't even 'love' him. Why start caring now?"

Her statement was a little more loaded that she was letting on. Sure it served its purpose as cold hearted banter, but it was also a little dig for actual information. Integra could not speak for her former close friend, but she herself often left subliminal personal updates in their rivaling confrontations. The occasional, 'I'm fine.' 'my parents suck' and 'hope you're doing well' was hidden in her context. Usually it was thrown in to the mix sounding the opposite of the actual truth. But it was the implication that mattered.

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This Is The House That Doubt Built (Bells) Jan 17, 2013 12:40:03 GMT -8

Post by BELLATRIX PROSERPINA BLACK on Jan 17, 2013 12:40:03 GMT -8

Bellatrix was all too familiar with the amount of women that frequented the bedroom of Mr. Rodolphus Lestrange as of late. She knew that he kept a tally of how many that he had banged over the past seven years and she also knew that Integra was most certainly among those women. Even if she hadn’t been the one with the good awful disease, she had still tromped on the sheets where Rod demolished every other disease ridden slut’s morals. Integra seemed more than content to mention something about Rod also riding the male population and Bells did her best not to laugh. ‘For Merlin’s sake you’re supposed to be hostile toward the girl, not laughing at everything that she says, Bellatrix,’ She scolded herself as she reached up to run her fingertips through her raven colored hair. The mention of married life and what it would entail suddenly had Bellatrix caught off guard. Immediately shr turned around, slamming her hands onto the windowsil. She had never thought that she was actually going to have to sleep with Rod. Merlin, he probably had something awful... Their parents were more than likely expecting a hundred little Bells and Rod babies that would go running around with the purest of pureblood genes...they would be prodigies. Or at least, they would be expected to be such.

Teggy had a very valid point. Bellatrix didn’t love Rodolphus. In fact, she wasn’t sure that she had ever loved anyone in her entire life...or at least anyone that she was allowed to be in love with. Almost immediately Zeke’s face flash across her mind, but she banished it into the recesses of her mind, ”Love is for idiots, Teggy.”

[/b] She said as she finally managed to turn around. She was more angry than anything else, angry that the girl was choosing right now to piss her off, ”What? Is this the part where you tell me that you’re in love with the elder Lestrange, hmmm?”[/b] She was taunting her and she knew it. Bellatrix was basically flapping a giant red cape in front of the Slytherin girl, hoping that she would act like a bull and charge, ”Because I’m never going to back off. He’s mine.”[/b]

Bellatrix was very protective over what belonged to her; she always had been. When she was little, if one of her sisters stole anything that was hers, she would drag them around the house by their hair, fully intent on pulling it all out until they gave back whatever they had taken from her. That was exactly what Rod was to her; a piece of property that she would protect as hers until the very end. She was very territorial, especially when it came to Integra. She didn’t want them anywhere near each other. ”He is betrothed to me. So maybe you should take those nails - so desperately in need of a manicure-”[/b] She cast a wary glance at the girls’ nails and then back up at her face, ”And dig them into someone that you actually deserve. Like Filch.”[/b]
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This Is The House That Doubt Built (Bells) Jan 20, 2013 20:57:03 GMT -8

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"Love is for idiots, Teggy." The words rang through her mind as the girls faced off with each other. It felt the words were even more true as she fingered the letter in her hand and flexed her jaw. Ichabod would agree with Bellatrix in a heart beat. Why hadn't she been his daughter instead of Integra? Why couldn't they just swap places? Because then Integra would be friends with that twat of a sister of hers. Oh right, BOTH her twat sisters would then be Integra's family. There was no way in Hell Teggy could live with any sisters, let alone with Narcissa and Andromeda as sisters. She'd have killed them by now.

And that ruddy cousin of hers just parading around with his ridiculous friends. What a joke. The Black family was quickly filling with idiots and blood traitors. They'd die out quick if they weren't careful. Bellatrix was their last hope at this point and marrying into the Lestrange family was something to brag about indeed. But did Bells realize she'd actually have to play wife to him? That she'd actually have to bear his children? Which of course meant getting close enough to him with out her vomiting or killing him to make the children in the first place. Poor Bells, Integra suspected her ex-friend had no idea what she was getting into.

"Oh cool off before your knickers catch fire. Oh wait, you don't wear any. You like everyone to see right up that big bum of yours." With an eye roll she took a deep breath and shook her head. "You shouldn't worry so much. It makes me think maybe you do love Rodolphus. But that would make you... an idiot? Wouldn't it?" Her smile was wry and mocking as she looked in at the girl. She was trying so hard to get under Integra's skin, it wasn't working yet. Though the Filtch comment had brought up the taste of bile into her mouth.

"Besides, it's Rabastan I'm after, not your precious Roddy. So just relax woman. Oh, and for the record. I'd have a manicure if I still had a best friend. She turned into a raging whore though. Pitty." Integra grimaced at her as she looked down at her cuticles. They weren't that bad. They were clean at any rate. Lord knew they could have gladly been caked in dirt and blood if Integra didn't fear being expelled. Never the less, she was telling the truth. If Integra had a friend to go do girly things like hair and nails, whilst gossiping, she'd likely look perfect. She supposed it was good she didn't though, it gave Bells at least a little shard of hope that she might acheive the greatness that was Integra Echoes.

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This Is The House That Doubt Built (Bells) Jan 21, 2013 14:45:21 GMT -8

Post by BELLATRIX PROSERPINA BLACK on Jan 21, 2013 14:45:21 GMT -8

Bellatrix felt her mouth fall open in surprise as Integra mentioned something about her not wearing knickers. It was an abhorrant idea, one that she would have never considered. It was as if her ex-friend Integra was convinced that she was some sort of sleep-around whore that frequented the beds of any man that was even remotely willing when it reality, she saw it as the complete opposite. Integra was the one who had been rolling around in the sheets of anyone who had a pureblood tag to their name. It was disgusting really, having to listen to the assortment of rumors that had been floating around about her, ”Isn’t that the pot calling the kettle black!”

[/b] She retorted, not even bothering to object to the girl’s insinuation that she was a slut. She didn’t have time for Integra’s silly little insults. There were more important things on her mind. The whole time, her inner catty girl was screaming ’My ass is no larger than yours, you fat cow!’ But she kept the words behind her teeth, making sure that they had no chance of escaping.

”Echoes, listen to what you’re saying!”[/b] Bellatrix practically cooed at the girl as she repositioned herself so that she was no longer standing near the ledge. The last thing she needed was for this insane woman to push her out and to fall to her death. Teggy was a fool if she thought that Bells was going to let this conversation out of her sights. In fact, Bells was going to beat it like a dead horse until she gave her a straight answer, ”You can insult me all you want but you haven’t denied that you’re in love with him!”[/b]

She practically gagged when Integra mentioned the younger Lestrange brother. Bells had never been particularly fond of him, that being said, she normally just wrote him off because he was related to that ass of a fiancé of hers, ”I am no more a raging whore than you are a slutty bag of tricks, Integra!”[/b] She practically yelled as she flung her arms into the air in anger. This girl had no right to insult her the way that she was. They were two of the same - each of them dangerous in the own right...

”Lets count the number of people that you’ve slept with since we became ex-friends, shall we. Filch, little Lestrange, big Lestrange, probably the disease ridden bloke Mulciber! Tell me, does the younger Mr. Lestrange know about all your late night escapades? Or are you keeping that a secret?”[/b] She raised both of her eyebrows immediately in interest. For someone that had once been such a whore, she couldn’t imagine what Integra would do if her precious little Lestrange boyfriend found out about what she had been up to as of late.

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This Is The House That Doubt Built (Bells) Jan 26, 2013 1:08:14 GMT -8

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The difference between Bellatrix's taunting and the way Integra actually wanted to hurt the girl, was that nothing was phasing her anymore. Being a whore had one extra special perk. You were basically immune to any and all insults that came your way. After a while, you'd simply heard it all. Integra's typical look of feigned amusement was still holding true. It was a wonder they hadn't come to hex's yet and for that Teggy was somewhat grateful. Granted if she wasn't remotely entertained the opposing Slytherin girl would have been face down and petrified in a pile of owl shit by now.

"I almost thought you were going to say something insulting!" Shooting her a devilish grin Integra licked her lips. This was beginning to get fun for her. "My most darling Bells... I never said I wasn't a slutty bag of tricks. Let's be honest here, I've never denied who I am, and my 'sexcapades' haven't been a secret since they began. Of course Rabastan knows about them. The whole school knows about them. There's hardly a pureblooded headboard that doesn't have a notch or two from me. But at least I own up to that."

Loving every second of getting the girl's knickers in a twist, Integra breathed in deeply and pretended to be interested some more. She was very skilled at this now, and frequently pulled it off in class while trying to grope at boys under the table. If only Rabastan would let her slip her hands in not so appropriate places while they were in class. It wasn't even sex she was asking for. Just a little bit of...Friendly touching. A rise for heaven sake! That poor boy had bitten off more than he could chew. As for what Integra wanted to do with him... it wasn't clean enough to repeat.

Their little charade was going to have to end somewhere because the more Bellatrix tried, the more bemused Integra felt and she knew damn well that was a dangerous road. Bells wouldn't tolerate her for long and in a short time Integra would end up looking like the pimple infested ass of sweaty delivery man. "In all honesty, Bells I can hardly see why you don't want a man like Roddy. Sure he's a total ass and his brother is much more suitable for a stable relationship. But someone has to have the dud brother. And If I'm with Rabastan now... I want it to be you that I call my Blisteringly ugly sister in law."

This was hardly true. Maybe the idea that she wanted them married into the same family was true. But Bellatrix should have known good and well that Integra thought she was beautiful. After all, Teggy never made it a habit of befriending ugly people and they had been quite close in their prior years. So really in an ass backwards and twisted around sort of Teggy way what she really said was "Bells....just try and love Roddy the way I love Rab. Just so we can be sisters and rule the pureblooded world together like quees." But it was hard to say if that was going to translate very well.

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This Is The House That Doubt Built (Bells) Jan 28, 2013 19:23:02 GMT -8

Post by BELLATRIX PROSERPINA BLACK on Jan 28, 2013 19:23:02 GMT -8

Bellatrix was beginning to lose her cool; the more insults that she threw in Integra’s direction, the more that the girl seemed to deflect them and come up with something that tore at Bells’ ego. She felt her lips curl back into an angry snarl but did her best to remain rooted to the spot, not wanting to lash out too soon. She managed to roll her eyes in the direction of the other Slytherin girl, ”I was going to try and insult you, but sometimes I fear that my words are a bit too hard for a slut like you to comprehend, Echoes. I wouldn’t want my wit to be wasted somewhere in the deep recess of that dull brain of yours,”

[/b] Bellatrix said, deliberately speaking very slowly as she arched both of her eyebrows up at the girl. She was really beginning to wish that she would stop with that awful smile of hers; it made her look like a painted doll upon a shelf, both utterly terrifying and unnervingly ugly at the same time. She was desperately trying to hold back a gag.

Bells should have known that Integra would have been more than happy to admit that she was getting it on with every Slytherin gentleman with a pulse. She almost pouted for a second, fearing that she had lost her footing with the argument that was at hand. If she couldn’t hold the girl’s relationships over her head, then what else was there to tease about? She bit down on her lip trying to remember all the awful things that they had gossiped about when they were friends...which Quidditch boy was the best snogger, who wore the cutest knickers, which of them they thought was most attractive, ”You’re such a saint for owning up to your sins, you know that?”[/b] Her voice was dripping in dirty sarcasm as she sized Integra up in front of her.

That’s when it hit her...what was she doing with the little Lestrange? Integra could have had any gentleman in the house of Emerald that she wanted and she chose the runt of the bunch, Rabastan? Something didn’t add up, ”Alright, fine Integra.”[/b] Bellatrix said, sitting down on the bench that ran the length of the owlery and putting her feet up, grinning in the girl’s direction, ”I’ll show you mine if you show me yours. I’ll tell you the reasons that I can never want Rodolphus if you tell me the reasons that you’re in love with that pathetic brother of his.”[/b]

It was a fair trade in Bells’ eyes. Information for information. Both of the girls would get their fix of gossip for the afternoon and perhaps they could even have a civil conversation. Of course, Bells wasn’t about to pat the seat next to her and let Integra rest her head in her lap and spill the woes of her sorry little life, but it was at least an attempted start, ”You want-”[/b]

She stopped speaking for a moment, raising both of her eyebrows at the Echoes girl, suddenly having a strong pang of nostalgia for what they once had. For friendship...for anything resembling a cordial relationship. She wasn’t sure what to say, suddenly disarmed by Integra’s statement. Did she want them to be in the same family? They would sooner tear out their own hair then sit down for afternoon tea and bridge as the Lestrange sister-in-laws, right? Either Integra was attempting to play games with the eldest Black daughter or she was sincerely asking her to play along with the little betrothal, ”If you think that it’s going to be all hearts and roses after the marriage goes through, you’re fucked up.”[/b] Her voice was bitter, full of resentment for what her father had gotten her in to.

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This Is The House That Doubt Built (Bells) Jan 30, 2013 5:42:54 GMT -8

Post by Deleted on Jan 30, 2013 5:42:54 GMT -8

Well now she was irritated. Integra was not in the mood to be making nice exactly and definitely not with Bellatrix. There was far too much bad blood between them now. Sure a reconciliation was possible, and though Integra had a small handful of people she kept close to her, Integra always had a place in her heart for her Ex-Best Friend. However, the idea of rebuilding burnt bridges seemed suffocatingly unfathomable from where she was standing.

"Don't be so stupid, Bells. We all know I was born fucked up." Her eyes rolled in their sockets overflowing with her tell tale attitude. Where the hell was Bellatrix's head. Had she actually remembered how to read between Integra's backwards riddles? Was she assuming that they were trying to have a decent conversation here? Integra could hardly be expected to be nice. Especially to the likes of this woman.

The talk of Rabastan, did stir something up though. A softness that was otherwise undetectable in the cold blooded girl. The harshness at the corner of her stare seemed to fade and was replaced by thoughtfulness. "Bellatrix... " As her face lifted to look right into the eldest Black sister, Integra swallowed. "I'm genuinely sorry that you will never feel what it's like to know how irreplaceable you are to just one person. That's what being in love with Rabastan feels like. There's no pretending or deceit. I know I always have a place with him and that there isn't another person in the world that can take that away from me."

The look on her face was serious now, all insults and joking had been cast aside. If Bellatrix wanted a real, sincere conversation with her, she was going to get it all. Just like old times. "It's not all about sleeping together anymore, Bells. I honestly hope you do find love one day. Maybe then you'll see how minuscule we are in the grand scheme of this universe. And how important our seemingly insignificant lives really are." They were the most raw and pure words she'd ever spoken on the matter with anyone outside of Rabastan himself. He was the one soul who she shared everything with and always would.

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This Is The House That Doubt Built (Bells) Feb 6, 2013 9:49:38 GMT -8

Post by BELLATRIX PROSERPINA BLACK on Feb 6, 2013 9:49:38 GMT -8

Bellatrix didn’t bother to move or say anything at all when Teggy finally decided to speak to her. It was no surprise that they were both a little fucked up - after all, that was how they had become friends in the first place. She flocked to Integra because she saw something of herself within those whorish eyes of hers. Of course, now those same eyes seemed to be a portal to discontent and sarcasm, something that she had little patience for. She wanted to roll her eyes, but after seeing Integra preform the exact same action, she simply pursed her lips and flipped some of her dark hair over her shoulder, as if to say that she was ready to hear whatever Miss Echoes had to answer her.

And hear she did; Bells had hardly been expecting to feel a sudden twinge of jealousy for her ex-best friend, but as soon as she started speaking about Rabastan, she couldn’t help but feel it in the pit of her stomach. That was something that Integra was right about - she wasn’t in love with Rodolphus and she was sure that she never would be. It was the curse of the betrothal to a man that would never love her. She looked up and caught Integra’s eye, watching as the anger and sarcasm began to fall away, replaced with a look that was most serious. A look that she had never seen on Teggy’s face before. It was perhaps then that the jealousy seemed to get worse - ripping through her like a pair of scissors through her heart.

Love. For the past year and a half, Bellatrix had been denying herself exactly what Integra was now suggesting. She was in love with Zeke Maxwell - she was irreplaceable to him. And every moment that they spent together was absolute bliss; at least until she self-detonated the relationship with thoughts of her duty to her family to marry Rodolphus, ”You know nothing about my life, do you?”

[/b] Bells asked as she tilted her head slightly to the side. Her fingertips reached up and pressed against her chest, trying to get her heart from beating so quickly against her rib-cage.

”I’ve been engaged since I was four, the push even more now that Cygnus has squandered everything that we have left.”[/b] She bit down on her tongue for a moment, hoping that it would bleed. This wasn’t about pity, this was about getting Integra to understand that not everyone had it as easy as her. If she could, she would have run off with Zeke ages ago, but she had duties to adhere to. She had an entire family honor resting on her shoulders, ”Even if I was -”[/b] She decided that it was emotionally easier to handle if she pretended that she had fallen out of the trap that was romantic feelings about Zeke Maxwell, ”In love, it would be for nothing. I could be for nothing.”[/b] Honesty with Integra had been something that she had missed, by right now, it felt like a curse. She didn’t want to admit these things to her, and yet, they seemed to be falling out of her mouth like some sort of waterfall of confessions.

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This Is The House That Doubt Built (Bells) Feb 11, 2013 2:28:00 GMT -8

Post by Deleted on Feb 11, 2013 2:28:00 GMT -8

"I don't know a thing about what you think your life is. And that ended a long time ago. You lost your right to judge me when I lost the right to know who you were anymore. Give it a rest now. We're over. You won that battle." Integra never wanted to split up. In her happy little world have been best friends forever. Her Chloe and Bellatrix could have been the queens of Slytherin. A force to be reckoned with. But when Bells made it a competition Integra gave up. If Black wanted to be stupid enough to make Teggy her enemy, that was not Integra's problem.

Her head shook and sighed. This girl was beyond reasoning. It was fine by Integra if Bells wanted to lay around and throw a "woe is me" party for herself, but she was not going to bring presents and throw confetti for her. The audacity of the girl to complain about how she was nothing and couldn't love was just idiotic and down right stupid. Integra may have been a bitch but at least she enjoyed who she was and had a shred of pride and decency.

"Bells... Shut up. Do you hear yourself? Honestly? Do you listen to the horse shit you let out of your mouth? If I can love someone, there is clearly the possibility that you can at least like someone well enough to be in some sort of sham of a relationship. Seriously... I thought it was literally impossible for me to love anyone other than my bloody self, and well.. Then Rab happened." Running her tongue over her teeth, she tried so very hard not to just tell Bells she was the biggest dumb bitch she'd ever met.

With her ever amused face plastered across her facade, Integra shook her head. The letter in her hand felt as though it was red hot in her hand. It felt wrong just to be holding it. "You know what, Bells. If you want to belong so very much to a family where all you have to do is be a slimy little spy and never think about love, Here... Have mine." The paper tumbled through the air at the other girl, landing near her feet. "I'm sure my father will enjoy a fresh hide to tatter. And Lord knows I need a break from it." A pale bony finger scratched at the scar on her right eyebrow as she shook her head again and tried hard to swallow. Some people, just didn't understand how good they had it.

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This Is The House That Doubt Built (Bells) Mar 6, 2013 19:03:36 GMT -8

Post by BELLATRIX PROSERPINA BLACK on Mar 6, 2013 19:03:36 GMT -8

Bellatrix could almost hear the hurt in Integra’s voice. It was such a strange moment for her, sitting there on the opposite side of the bench, Bellatrix suddenly realized how lonely it had become on her side of the fence. She barely had anyone to talk to now a days - the only time that she ever went to Zeke was when she needed to work out stress or anger. They barely even talked any more. Her hand twitched slightly, the only tell that gave way that she was actually thinking about something. Integra, Chloe, and Bellatrix. They had been on top of the world and would have still been there if it wasn’t for Bellatrix’s damn ego. Instead of answering her, she shrugged her shoulders. It wasn’t time for that conversation and she wasn’t sure that it ever would be. Bells had burned that bridge long ago and there wasn’t enough wood in the entire universe to build it back.

Bellatrix laughed, blatantly. To this day she couldn’t figure out Integra and Rabastan. There was just something so...wrong about the pair of them. Perhaps it was the fact that Bells couldn’t see past his last name to see anything else. Lestrange. That was the only word that meant anything to her right now, ”So. What.”

[/b] Bellatrix said raising her eyebrows at the clearly agitated Integra. She always had been excellent at pushing the girl’s buttons and it appeared that she hadn’t lost that touch, ”You want me to go out and start some sort of relationship? To what end?”[/b] She reached up and grabbed some of her hair, tempted to pull it out of her skull to feel something. Integra was making no sense to her, ”So that I can pretend to be happy before I have to go off and marry someone else? You know how betrothals work. They’re binding. My father and Rod’s father have a deal.”[/b] She deliberately rolled her eyes before folding her arms across her chest. Honestly, sometimes it felt like she was talking to a rock. Sure, Integra had changed her opinions on love since she had met Rabastan, but she had to know that just because everything was falling into place for her didn’t mean that darling Bellatrix was afforded the same right.

She clenched her jaw and slowly let it relax, her fingertips itching to pick up the letter that had fallen at her feet. It was obvious that Integra was pissed about something and this was the key to it. Although they weren’t friends, or even cordial to each other at the moment, Bells still felt a strange sense of responsibility for her. She finally reached down and picked it up, scanning the words that were written across the page. Short and clipped as always, Bells immediately knew who it was from, ”What matters does he want to talk about this time? Your ever increasing waist line?”[/b] Bells chortled as she folded the letter back up, refusing to look over at Teggy. She didn’t want her to know that she still cared about her as a human being. That was...well that wasn’t quite Bellatrix’s style, ”He’s coming here then?”[/b] She held out the letter to Integra. If she wanted Bells to be civil, this was about as close as she was going to get for now: Strained conversation at the hands of talk about Integra’s nearly insane father.

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ooc;; sorry this is so all over the place

I kept getting distracted and my bells muse is ALL OVER THE PLACE O.o[/size]

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This Is The House That Doubt Built (Bells) Mar 12, 2013 1:48:14 GMT -8

Post by Deleted on Mar 12, 2013 1:48:14 GMT -8

"Damn it Bells, yes have a relationship. Fuck the fathers of us all! They're nothing but sacks of meat and stupidity." There was a bitterness in her voice as she snatched the paper back from the girl and shoved it in her pocket. Integra was holding back a vicious rage that just wanted to erupt from her body and lash out at the girl for no fault of her own. Bellatrix was simply in the wrong place at the wrong time. As her tongue ran over her lips, Integra swallowed and looked around.

"Yeah... He's coming. For a day trip this weekend. Dropping off my dress for the formal and no doubt he wants to yell at me for considering Rabastan. He's always got something to be displeased with, you know that. But hey, you seem to dislike me so much. Maybe you're both right and I'm just a filthy slag who will amount to nothing. Better off just not existing at all." There was a surliness to her voice that caught the air as she turned away. This was growing stupid but the hint of civility from Bellatrix was reliving and a little comforting.

Her face turned out the window and surveyed the grounds around the owlery. "Sorry..." Visits from her father always made her upset. She was never the same after he left. As if he took a sliver of her warmth and sanity with him every time they parted, and replaced them with a new scar."He'll be here for Parents Weekend as well. Maybe that will be easier though, what with my mother there to soften the blow. Oh wait... She doesn't care about me either. The only reason she wants me to go with Rabastan is to make a good impression on the Lestranges. Arcadia is so looking forward to us marrying into the same family." Integra didn't want to be a Lestrange. Lyra and Phraxos were possibly the worst of them all. Truthfully, it was Rab she wanted not his name.

((Hey if I can be all over, so can you. This post was total rubbish. Sorry.))