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Let your training begin (Bellatrix) Jan 21, 2013 16:17:59 GMT -8

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Post by Deleted on Jan 21, 2013 16:17:59 GMT -8

Tom Riddle walked up to Morgana's Ink and Quill shop, she had lent it to him for the evening so that he would be able to offer Bellatrix some more advanced one-on-one training without having to deal with the pesky restrictions that Hogwarts had on it. Here he had a room that was entirely sound proof and hidden from the public eye, he could teach Bellatrix whatever he desired here and there would be no one would discover them. Tom Riddle opened the door to the shop and made his way to the back room to ensure that it was fully prepared for his session.

Tom Riddle had given Morgana specific instructions as to how to prepare the room for him, and he wanted to ensure that she had followed his orders to the tee. He looked around the room, he saw the training dummy had be setup exactly in the center of the room, and Morgana had neatly arraigned the room with a variety of different targets, exactly how he had explained to her. Tom Riddle had wanted to ensure that Bellatrix was using her form properly, and he also wanted to ensure that she would listen to his every command, even if it was something that made her uncomfortable. Tom Riddle had Morgana purchase a pair of spandex work out shorts, as well as a sports bra and had them sent to Bellatrix Black along with the meeting time and place; He wanted to be able to watch her form without being hampered by a bulky robe, and this was the best way to see that. Also, it would offer her the least amount of protection from any objects that may hit her due to her not being fast enough. He was going to train a hogwarts champion, and being merciful would not help him achieve his goal.

Tom Riddle made his way back to the front of the store and stood just outside the doorway, waiting for Bellatrix as he looked at the clocktower; She had five minutes, and she knew better than to be late.

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Let your training begin (Bellatrix) Jan 21, 2013 21:03:26 GMT -8

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Post by BELLATRIX PROSERPINA BLACK on Jan 21, 2013 21:03:26 GMT -8

Trainers? Check. Bellatrix leaned down and tightened the shoe lace on one of her sneakers before standing up and looking at herself in one of the mirrors. She wasn’t sure why she was wearing such a ridiculous outfit - a pair of spandex shorts that barely covered anything and a black sports bra would have hardly been her outfit of choice. Almost immediately she threw her hair into a pony-tail behind her head, hating the way that it had decided to curl this evening. She was due to have a lesson with Professor Riddle this evening and based on the letter that she had received from him it was to be heavily intensive and focused on the upcoming Wizard’s Cup. She was surprised that they were starting training so early, but couldn’t help but be excited about what was to come. He would surely keep her on her toes with what they learned...perhaps even teach her another unforgivable if she was lucky. Her eyes were glued to her reflection in the mirror, watching as her muscles seemed to ripple in response.

”Shit, I’m going to be late,”

[/b] She breathed as she tore her eyes away from the violent vixen that was staring at her from the mirror. She grabbed her quidditch quarter-zip and threw it over her torso, making sure that she wouldn’t be too desperately cold when she was outside wandering around.

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The thud of her feet against the pavement was the only thing that filled her ears. Bellatrix was running as fast as she could toward the Quill Shop that she knew was at the corner of the next block. Her breathing was steadier than she had anticipated it to be; she was in far better shape than she had been earlier in the year which quidditch kicking her butt at the start of term. ‘Push to the end, Trix,’ She demanded as she rounded the next corner.

She was pushing herself harder than she did at practice, knowing that time was running shorter and shorter and her lateness would not be tolerated. She could see the end in sight...the tiny shop window that was the lone light in the middle of the street. She kicked her feet up, pushing them against the ground harder and putting her head down so that she was almost like a bull, charging at a target. And she almost ran smack into someone just as the clock struck the hour, ”Dammit.”[/b] She growled as she nursed her head. She had slammed into him pretty hard and although it seemed as if he was unfazed, she felt like she had hit a ton of bricks. Her head was spinning in a million different directions as she looked up to see who had befallen the misfortune of her accident.

Riddle. Immediately she was attempting to scramble to her feet and straighten her outfit, ”Tom-”[/b] Bells realized all too late that she had called him by his first name and felt even more embarrassed. She cast a wary glance at the clocktower, which was still chiming. She knew that she had cut it close and he wouldn’t be pleased about that, but at least she had made it at all. Her fingertips reached up and played with the zipper of her sweatshirt, hoping that he wouldn’t be too upset with her, ”Sincerest apologies, Professor. I lost track of the hour. But I can assure you that I’m ready to get to work now.”[/b] She practically whispered, holding her breath and staring up at the man that she was so hopelessly lost over.
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Let your training begin (Bellatrix) Jan 29, 2013 13:06:46 GMT -8

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Post by Deleted on Jan 29, 2013 13:06:46 GMT -8

Tom Riddle checked his watch as he waited on Bellatrix, becoming more and more frustrated as each second ticked by. He took another step out into the street just as the clock struck the top of the hour and was suddenly knocked down by a sprinting body. Tom instinctively reached for his wand looking for the offender that had knocked him to the ground, practically seething with anger. His eyes adjusted as he looked at the person, and instantly he knew that it was had been the student he was waiting on; Bellatrix Black.

“Tom.”

As if knocking him down hadn’t been enough of an insult for her tonight, she had dared called him by his first name. Exactly who did she think she was to address him in such a manner without being given permission? “What did you call me, Ms. Black?” He asked rather curtly, he couldn’t believe that she had the nerve to address him by his first name. “You had better hope that you are prepared to work tonight, Ms. Black. I assure you, that tonight’s training session will make our previous session, look like a first year’s charms class.” Tom Riddle let his voice show his annoyance as he opened the door to the store and began to walk back towards the training room that Morgana had prepared for their session tonight.

“Stand there in the center and take off your jacket.” He snapped at Bellatrix as he began to circle the the spot that had been marked for Bellatrix. Tom Riddle pulled out his wand as he continued to circle, “You made great progress in our first session, and I hope that you will continue that progress tonight; however, we need to focus on the upcoming Wizard’s Cup… I will not to see the cup go to another house this time. You are not going to fail me are you Bellatrix?” Tom Riddle’s voice was clipped and harsh. “For the challenges you are going to need to be prepared for absolutely everything. Do you understand me?” With that, Tom Riddle stepped closer to Bellatrix; examining her body, he prodded her stomach with his wand slightly, “We need to work on your core strength.” He stated flatly as he reached up and trailed a finger across her upper arm, before gripping it slightly in his arm and giving her a slight smile, “However, your muscle tone is impressive.” Tom Riddle stopped in front of Bellatrix and looked her dead in the eyes, holding her gaze for a moment. “I’m impressed with you, Bellatrix.” He told her softly, “I still expect great things from you, but it’s going to require a great ammount of dedication on your part… Will you give that to me?” Professor Riddle’s voice was uncanningly soft and delicate as he spoke to her, as he tried to stress the importance of these sessions to her. “I will teach you everything you can possibly imagine, I can give you the whole world on a silver platter… but you must dedicate everything to me. I need you; mind, body, and soul.”

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Let your training begin (Bellatrix) Jan 31, 2013 7:01:25 GMT -8

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Post by BELLATRIX PROSERPINA BLACK on Jan 31, 2013 7:01:25 GMT -8

Bellatrix realized all too late that her tone of voice and manner in which she had chosen to speak to Professor Riddle was far too casual for the situation. It didn’t matter that they had been doing these lessons almost weekly for the past two months - there were certain boundaries, boundaries that she needed to learn not to cross, ”I apologize, Professor Riddle.”

[/b] She breathed into the night air, and watched as her breath turned into fog. She didn’t dare look him in the eye, knowing that he would probably burn her alive for her casual greeting if she did. Instead, she kept her eyes trained on the door, wondering what was inside and what would befall her if she entered. This was the first meeting that they had had off of Hogwarts’ Grounds due to the fact that she had blabbed about receiving ‘special’ tutoring, ”I’m prepared, sir. I have no doubts in my ability to accomplish what it is you need me to do to this evening.”[/b] She said as she followed Riddle through the shop. She recognized it as the Quill shop that was on the South side of Hogsdmeade, a place that she had never paid much attention to. Perhaps that was why Riddle had chosen it - it was off the map and thusly no one would think to look there.

He demanded that she take off her jacket and for a moment, Bells felt extremely self-conscious about the prospect. She hesitated, but after seeing the annoyance that was on Riddle’s face, she pulled the Quidditch quarter-zip over her head and threw it to the ground in the corner. Reaching up, she tugged on her pony tail, making sure that it was still slicked back and securely fastened, before taking her place on the red ‘X’ that marked her spot in the room. For a moment, she had the chance to survey what was around her. The room was minimalist; a few training dummies scattered around, but nothing substantial. She figured that most of the training would be left to Riddle and not to some inanimate object.

Circling her, she could feel her heart start to beat faster in anticipation. There was something so intoxicating about being so close to her master that she surely thought that she would faint if he came any closer. The wizard’s cup. It made perfect sense that that would be their target this evening - Bells had a lot to learn...she had a strategy to develop. The next task was probably going to start the next month and she had barely even thought about it - instead her mind had been occupied dually by her situation with Rodolphus Lestrange and Zeke Maxwell. The ever growing rivalry between them was enough to practically drive her insane and up a wall. A little too late she realized that he had asked her a direction question and immediately started fumbling over her words, ”The Cup will be Slytherin’s Professor, I can assure you of that.”[/b] She returned and then let her eyes linger on those dangerous grey ones of his. There was something so beautiful about the man that stood in front of her, spitting words at her as if she was some slave to his every-whim. With that he stepped closer to her and she resisted the urge to reach out and touch his face; feel what his skin felt like against hers, ”I will learn as much as I can from you, Professor. And be prepared for anything. I swear it.”[/b] Her hand twitched against her side, egging her on to touch him, but she held it there with as much force as she could, flexing her muscles in protest.

Surprisingly, Bells was so deep in thought about fantasies involving Riddle that she was taken off guard when he practically stabbed her in the stomach with his wand. Immediately, those green eyes of hers narrowed as he informed her that they would need to work on her core. And then, all annoyance vanished when she felt his cool hand against her arm, running down her skin. Her eyes fluttered closed for a moment, cherishing the feeling - it was as if she was being touched for the first time. He drew away and she found her eyes snapping open - looking him dead in the eyes, her heart practically beating out of her chest, ”You have my everything, Professor.”[/b] She breathed, her voice quivering with excitement as she did. Bellatrix Black had never felt more on fire than in that moment and she wasn’t sure that she ever would again. She would have moved forward, but she didn’t want to risk leaving the ‘X’ that had been designated for her, so she remained rooted to the spot, ”I hunger for everything that you can teach me. I want to know things that you know. I want to be one with your mind-”[/b] The words escaped her lips and she gently cocked her head to the side. She needed to know exactly what he was planning if this was ever going to work. Strategy was important in the Cup and if they were on the same page, there was no way they could fail.
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Let your training begin (Bellatrix) Feb 5, 2013 9:35:06 GMT -8

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Tom Riddle nodded as she recited exactly the words he had been expecting from her, “Very good, Bellatrix. You told me exactly what I would expect from you, exactly what I would want to hear.” Tom Riddle had circled back behind Bellatrix and was standing only a couple of inches behind her; close enough for her to be able to feel his breath on the back of her neck. He leaned in and softly whispered in her ear with a very serious tone, “Tonight, words are not going to be enough. I’m going to need you to show me. Can you do that for me, Bellatrix?”

Tom Riddle smiled as she told him that he had her everything, “Excellent.” He almost hissed to her as he paced slowly around to her side, he took the tip of his wand and delicately trailed it up the back of her leg, way past where it was appropriate for a professor to touch a student; “We will need to work on your flexibility, I need to ensure that you are very…limber for the cup.” Riddle flicked the tip of his wand firmly against her backside, giving off a nice crack as it connected with her. “And if you ever narrow your eyes at me again, I assure you that your punishment will be much more several than a simple crack on the backside. Is that clear?” Tom Riddle circled around her once more, dragging the tip of his wand across her waist line as he did. Inspecting every inch of her body, looking for any flaws that they would need to improve upon. He arrived back at her front and gave her a sly grin, “Furthermore, we are not on school grounds tonight, Bellatrix; therefore, the Professor façade is not necessary. You may call me what the rest of my loyal followers call me…” Tom Riddle leaned in for the second time tonight to whisper something in her ear, “Voldemort.”

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Let your training begin (Bellatrix) Feb 6, 2013 10:04:21 GMT -8

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Post by BELLATRIX PROSERPINA BLACK on Feb 6, 2013 10:04:21 GMT -8

Bellatrix could feel her entire body tense under the close proximity that Tom Riddle now held to her. His words confused her for a moment and she thought perhaps she should have said something different...something to surprise him, but he seemed satisfied in what he gave her. A warm tingling feeling ran down her spine, coupled with the feeling of goosebumps upon her arms. Never once had a man made her feel as Professor Riddle did. He was an enigma, searching out her ever weakness about him and seemingly exploiting it in such a manner that made her weak in the knees. The sound of his voice in her ear startled her for a moment, and she placed her fingertips on her wand that was close at hand, wondering if he was perhaps tempting her as a test of sorts. She didn’t want to seem unprepared. Her muscles tightened, her fingertips still poised and ready to go, ”Yes, Professor Riddle.”

[/b] Bellatrix said, her eyes fluttered closed for a moment as she enjoyed the sweet dangerous feeling of being close to her Tom Riddle.

Her eyes snapped open as she physically sensed that he had left his post near her back and began to move about again. Not wanting to appear weak, she kept her shoulders strong, refusing to let herself relax completely in the presence of the man before her. She wanted to be his weapon and she would do anything to ensure that she was indeed the source of his pride during this Cup...and perhaps even in the future. He spoke of her flexibility and Bellatrix felt herself flush a bright red color. For a moment, she was thankful that he could not see her face and she could not see his. She thought that she would have surely passed out from embarrassment, ”Professor, I assure you that I’m-”[/b] There was a cracking noise and she immediately spun around, feeling a slight sting in her backside. She went to narrow her eyes, and then, as if on cue, he instructed her that she wasn’t to make the fact that she was attempting to make.

”Yes professor, crystal.”[/b] She answered, keeping her forehead relaxed and trying her best not to get angry. She knew that this was all part of training and that she was doing it for the man that was in front of her, but she couldn’t help but feel a little angry that he had inflicted physical punishment via her backside.

She watched him carefully, circling her, his wand trailing her waist and suddenly felt very self-conscious that she was in barely enough clothing to be considered decent. She wondered what he could possibly be looking for when he stopped in front of her and spoke his true name. Never once had Bellatrix Black physically fainted, but in that moment, she was close. Such a beautiful three syllable word that rung out from his lips; it was perfection if she had made it up herself. She immediately felt her head bow, ”Lord Voldemort,”[/b] She breathed, her heart racing a thousand beats a minute.

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