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Fancy That [Tom Riddle] Dec 10, 2012 17:24:37 GMT -8

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Post by BELLATRIX PROSERPINA BLACK on Dec 10, 2012 17:24:37 GMT -8

Bellatrix Black was upset and she knew that she needed to get out of the common room, she could feel it in the very root of her bones. The clock struck eleven and she looked around, seeing that no one else was out of their room. With that in mind, Bells softly crossed the room and exited, headed down the familiar corridor that would lead her outside and ultimately lead her to the quidditch pitch. That was the only place that she felt at home these days. It seemed like there was no vein in her body that was left unmarked by her hatred for the past week. Every time she looked in the mirror, she saw someone different looking back; someone plagued by the ghost of her past...someone that was confused about everything that she once stood for. Bells had once believed that there was nothing that she could do wrong in the world, but lately she had come to discover that she had hurt the ones that were closest to her. She had hurt Zeke. She had hurt him badly and she had seen it the other night in the common room. Running her hands through her dark hair, she shook it past her shoulder and continued on her way out of the castle.

It wasn’t long before she made it to the pitch. She stopped on the sidelines of the field, admiring the grandiose hoops that surrounded the edges. Quidditch was her favorite thing in the world and as of late, it was the only thing that made sense. It was the only thing in her life with rules and boundaries...it was the only thing that remained stable. It was the only thing that she could love and not have to worry about it loving her in return because...Quidditch couldn’t feel. It was inanimate. Bells was beginning to think that she couldn’t really feel either. ‘Perhaps you’re inanimate?’ Her mind seemed to say, teasing her. The words hurt just the same; it would do her well to always remember that.

Her eyes drifted to the entrance toward the locker rooms and Bells immediately went in that direction. She just wanted to shower and be by herself for a little while. She wanted to sit and feel nothing. Slowly she pushed open the door and walked into the room. Almost immediately she was calmed by the smell of leather and broom polish. The locker rooms were her safe-haven and she knew it. They kept her sane when it felt as if everything else was crumbling around her. She crossed to the side of the room where her locker was and threw it open. Her fingertips passed over the moving photos that were adhered to the inside of the door: A picture of her and her sisters at last years Quidditch finals, a picture of her and Zeke during a semi-final game this summer, and finally an obligatory picture of Rod Lestrange - she only kept it up for appearances sake. She gave too long of a glance to the photograph of her and Zeke and immediately felt the sides of her eyes burn. For a moment, she wasn’t sure what the feeling was. Her fingertips reached up and brushed the corners of her eyes only to find that they were slightly wet with tears, ”Dammit.” She muttered, and grabbed her towel. She slammed the locker door a little harder than she normally would have and stalked off toward the shower room.

She turned on the hot water in the room and then sat down on the bench, not bothering to get undressed yet. She wanted to wait until the water was hot enough to scald her...perhaps even burn her completely. Gently she tugged the clip out of the back of her hair, but that was when she heard the door opening with a creak, ”Beat it. Can’t you hear that someone’s in here?” She growled as she finished pulling out her hair clip. Whoever it was needed to not be here right now...she wasn’t in the mood.

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Fancy That [Tom Riddle] Dec 10, 2012 17:42:59 GMT -8

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Professor Riddle was annoyed; no, he was furious. He couldn't believe that Bellatrix Black would disobey him after he had specifically told her not to tell a single-soul about their tutoring sessions and yet, she had told Lexus Rose; which had all but committed him to accepting her into his ranks now. Professor Riddle went through his options on how to handle Bellatrix Black, which form of punishment would be best for handling her? The crucitas curse was always effective, but the sting of physical pain wasn't enough for Professor Riddle. He wanted to make a lasting impact on her, something that made it abundantly clear that she should never disobey her master ever again. Professor Riddle all but seethed as he left his office for the Slytherin Common room, he was going to confront her about her disobedience.

His anger intensified as he found her dorm room empty; Not only had she disobeyed a direct order, now she was out past curfew! Professor Riddle could feel his blood boiling and was suddenly rethinking his decision on the crucitas curse as he stalked off, trying to think of where his star pupil would be. The place became abundantly clear to him as soon as it crossed his mind and he quickly set off towards the quidditch pitch, his black robes flaring out behind him as he quickly stalked across the lawn towards the pitch. Tom Riddle had never been a big fan of Quidditch, but he understood the appeal to wizards, after all it was their sport and not one of the filthy muggle sports that all of the mug-bloods watched. As Tom Riddle made it into the stadium, he watched as Bellatrix slowly started to head towards the locker room, and he began his own path towards the locker room.

He could smell the water running from the shower room, as the steam slowly crept out from under the door; He didn't really care if he inconvenienced her by walking in, and he pushed the door open with a firm hand as he stepped in, leaving the door open to help alleviate some of the steam for better visibility purposes. "You should find out who you're talking to before you get such an attitude Bellatrix." Professor Riddle's voice was stern and his annoyance showed through clearly. "Do you have something you want to tell me?" He asked as he slowly began to close the distance between the two of them, "Maybe something about a conversation you had with a certain, Lexus Rose?" Professor Riddle got within a foot of Bellatrix, staring down at her as she continued to sit on the bench. "Something that I told you specifically not to talk about?"

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Fancy That [Tom Riddle] Dec 11, 2012 12:00:19 GMT -8

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Post by BELLATRIX PROSERPINA BLACK on Dec 11, 2012 12:00:19 GMT -8

Bellatrix wasn’t entirely sure who it was that was disturbing her, but for a moment, she was tempted to draw her wand and send them flying against the other wall. For one, they should have known better than to disturb someone that was showering. Whether or not she had actually made it in yet was a completely different matter. Just the same, she listened carefully as the speaker moved into the room. It was only then that she looked up and found herself staring at Professor Riddle. ’Oh sh.it.’ Were the only words that were going through her mind. She couldn’t believe that she had been such an arse to the man that she idolized, ”Professor I-” She remained where she was on the bench, her mouth hanging open in surprise. She would have never thought that this man would end up anywhere near the pitch...it wasn’t her fault that she had been so salty to the intruder. She could tell that he was annoyed with her and bit down on her lip, trying not to show how upset that she was that she had been so rude to him. She didn’t want him to think that she was a petty teenager, after all.

He kept asking if she had something to tell him and she began racking her brain. Professor Riddle had to be off his rocker if he thought that Bellatrix Black was going to do anything to compromise the lessons that they had been sharing together. She loved them...she loved ever moment of them and she didn’t want to give them up for the world, didn’t he understand that? Had she done anything that she wasn’t supposed to? She couldn’t think of anything off hand. She had made sure to practice where no one would disturb her. She always kept her notes on her so that others wouldn’t accidentally get a hold of them. She was completely and utterly tight lipped about their lessons except for- 

Bellatrix looked up at Riddle who was now standing above her. She gulped, her lips going completely dry when she realized to what he was reffering. She had been all but ambushed by Lexus the other night in the hallway and the girl had began asking her about her own lessons with Riddle. Bells had figured that it was alright to talk about it with her since she had been the one who had brought it up first...but apparently that was not the case. Apparently she was in a load of trouble with the Professor, ”I-” She was at a loss for words. She was at a loss for everything. She had come out to the pitch to get some fresh air and not have to think about everything and now it seemed as if she had to think even harder, ”She brought up the lessons first. I only figured that you had given her permission to speak to me about them and-” Bellatrix’s voice fell off into nothingness, her words getting lost in her brain. She didn’t know what to say. All she could feel was embarrassment. For a moment, her eyes stung again and she recognized the feeling of crying for the second time this evening.

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Fancy That [Tom Riddle] Dec 13, 2012 12:02:37 GMT -8

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Professor Riddle let his mind flash through a variety of different punishments, everything from physical to emotional pain, and he had thought he’d almost figured out his punishment until Bellatrix Black looked up at him and he could see the tears in her eyes. His anger suddenly left him as he looked down at her, he could see the tears beginning to flood her eyes. She looked so helpless to Professor Riddle, she was so upset and distraught that she had upset him, that she had upset her master. Professor Riddle realized that the best and harshest punishment he could give her was to be upset and disapointed in her.

“I thought you knew better Bellatrix. I thought you were trustworthy.” Professor Riddle’s voice was cold and clipped, “I knew I couldn’t trust Lexus, I expected her to talk about my sessions with her, which was why I kept her sessions at arms length. I didn’t show her HALF of what I showed you; perhaps taking you on as my protégé was a mistake after all.” He knew that his words would cut deeper than any hex he could throw her way. Professor Riddle let a pained look of disapointment cross his face as he looked down at Bellatrix.

“You showed so much promise, Ms Black; I’m truly disapointed that you would do this to me.” Professor Riddle looked away from Bellatrix, acting as if he couldn’t bear to look at her, “You were going to be my right hand, the person that stood by my side as I changed the wizarding world… Now, I don’t even know if I can trust you to be apart of my plans.”

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Fancy That [Tom Riddle] Dec 13, 2012 19:34:35 GMT -8

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Post by BELLATRIX PROSERPINA BLACK on Dec 13, 2012 19:34:35 GMT -8

Bellatrix wasn’t sure why she was getting so upset; she never felt this way when her father reprimanded her for letting him down. She supposed that it had something to do with the very fact that Riddle wasn’t her father. To her, he was something so much more. He was a god among men, he was the man that she put forth more effort than she had ever dreamed of putting forth; in Bellatrix Black’s eyes, he was the man that made it all worth it. He was her salvation...the very person that she was clinging to most in this period of emotional turmoil in her life. Her father was squandering the Black name and she had thought that it was her duty to return it to it’s rightful standing; she thought that she could do that together with Riddle, but his words began stinging her more than the back end of a Blast-Ended-Skrewt. Slowly, she raised her eyes to meet the unrelenting gaze that Riddle was giving her.

He said the word protege and for a moment her heart skipped a beat. She hadn’t known that he had been so...adamant about taking her under his wing. She fought the mental battle of trying to find something worth while to say, but was consistently coming up short, ”Professor-” She breathed, standing up slowly so that she could look at him, ”I had no intention of destroying your faith in me as your protege I just-” For a moment she was lost. She wasn’t sure what she had been thinking that night in the corridor. All she remembered was the euphoric high that she had gotten after leaving his classroom...the rush of both adrenaline and excitement that followed. She had been on top of the world, and now it seemed as if she had fallen beneath everything that she had ever wanted. She saw the look of pain that he gave her and felt as if she might implode on herself. This was torture. Of the most brutal kind, she reasoned.

Trust. If trust was the issue than she would do anything to satiate him. She knew that she would, ”Professor Riddle, I will do anything to restore the feeling that you once had about me.” She said, her eyes wide in dangerous realization that she was teetering on the edge of losing what had only just begun. She didn’t want to give up her chance at greatness....she didn’t want to lose her chance at such power and prestige. She absolutely did not want to lose Professor Riddle, ”Aboslutely anything in the world that you can think of,” She said, her voice barely more than a whisper. She felt as if this was a long-shot attempt...that she had already dug her grave and Riddle was simply waiting to cast the curse to send her into forever sleep. Bellatrix felt as if her heart was being ripped out of her chest and trampled over and over again by the treading feet of Professor Tom Riddle.

And, for but a moment, Bellatrix enjoyed the pain.

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Fancy That [Tom Riddle] Dec 15, 2012 20:24:20 GMT -8

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Professor Riddle eyed Bellatrix as she stood up so she could look at him, he matched her gaze with a furious stare. "You just what?" Professor Riddle snapped at Bellatrix, "you just weren't thinking. You could have ruined everything, that's something that is unacceptable. It can never happen again." Professor Riddle's mind flicked over to his wand, he could run a mind-erasing charm over her and she'd never remember a single thing about their sessions or about what he'd already told her. But there was something about Bellatrix, something unique and strange; he could feel the power lurking under her skin, he could feel the darkness oozing through her veins. "I don't believe in second chances. You're lucky that you have such a prestigious bloodline, if any of my other followers had done what you did, even one of my Death Eaters, I would have already struck them dead before they even saw me.". Professor Riddle lowered his gaze at Bellatrix, "But... There's something about you Bellatrix, I can feel your potential..." professor riddle could barely believe the words as they came out of his mouth, "I'm willing to give you a chance to convince me to give you a second chance, tell me why I should trust you?" Professor Riddle's voice was low and cool as he slowly pulled out his wand and spun it in his fingers, "or I will be making a visit by someone else's dorm room tonight... I wonder if he's in his room..." Professor Riddle stared Bellatrix straight in her eyes as he clarified himself for her, "you know...Zeke Maxwell."

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Fancy That [Tom Riddle] Dec 17, 2012 20:58:20 GMT -8

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Post by BELLATRIX PROSERPINA BLACK on Dec 17, 2012 20:58:20 GMT -8

Bellatrix stood there quietly, afraid to open her mouth and say anything else that could potentially get her into trouble with the man that she was so desperately devoted to. She bit down on her bottom lip, trying to make it stop quivering. She was a nervous wreck and she knew it. She could hardly keep it together. The very idea that she had upset her master was ripping through her like a painstaking knife...or a bloody curse, ”It will never happen again, Professor. Never. I promise. I cannot promise enough and-”

[/b] Her voice slowly faded off into the nothingness and she knotted her fingers together in front of her, trying her best to give the impression of how sorry she was. She didn’t know what else to do...she wasn’t sure that there was anything else to do. She was a nervous mess and she knew it.

Luckily, it appeared as if her bloodline was her salvation tonight. As much as it looked as if it pained Riddle, he was at an impasse when it came to her bloodline. She was top tier when it came to her purity and the entire world seemed to know it. Bellatrix Black knew that she had gotten lucky; betraying the trust of someone so powerful did not come without a price, but it seemed that tonight she was lucky to get away without the green flash of death. But - that being said - she also knew that what she had done was going to take a very long time for Professor Riddle to forget. In a moment of excitement about seeing her potential, she raised her head, but immediately hung it again because of the look on his face. She couldn’t stand to see him so disappointed in her. It was heart breaking to the girl that had devoted so much of her time this year to pleasing him. In a cold voice, he brought up Zeke Maxwell and Bellatrix immediately felt her blood run cold, ”No!”[/b] She practically yelled, looking up and staring directly at him.

Her anger was running thick through her veins, like poison threatening to undo her, ”Professor Riddle, Maxwell if off-limits.”[/b] She breathed, her eyes narrowing. Being so...argumentitive with Riddle probably wasn’t her best option, but she knew that she wouldn’t have him around Zeke. She couldn’t. Zeke was the only thing that she cared about lately. He was the one thing was keeping her sane presently, ”Professor, I will do anything to prove that I’m a willing and ready servant but-”[/b] She felt herself growing angry, her face flushing with a dangerous blush, ”He is none of your concern.”[/b] Her heart was pounding in her chest, her palms were slightly sweaty, ”I will do anything to serve you...”[/b] She cocked her head slightly to the side, wondering what her punishment would be for her defiance. She only hoped that he would see the flame that still burned brightly in her soul for power...for conquest...the flame that was held in place by Zeke Maxwell’s heart.[/blockquote][/blockquote][/justify]

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Fancy That [Tom Riddle] Dec 18, 2012 12:48:23 GMT -8

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Professor Riddle raised both of his eyebrows as Bellatrix snapped back at him, he had half the mind to back hand her right there, but instead he gave a grim smile; he’d found the one thing that he could use against Bellatrix if she ever tried to defy him. “I will leave your precious little Zeke alone, but you are going to make this little breach of trust up to me, and if you do not do it to my standards… I will kill Zeke Maxwell.” Professor Riddle’s voice was steady and unflinching as if he was talking about what he was planning to have for breakfast in the morning, his eyes never left Bellatrix’s to further help himself display the seriousness of what he was talking about.

“You are going to enter the Wizard’s Cup. You will win it for me, do you understand?” Professor Riddle did not offer an explanation, and he knew that Bellatrix would not ask for one anymore. “You have the skills already to do this task and we will begin to increase your training and your tutoring sessions. We must move them off of Hogwarts grounds and you must be able to KEEP. YOUR. MOUTH. SHUT.” Professor Riddle enunciated each word clearly as he stressed the importance of Bellatrix keeping her mouth shut this time, he couldn’t afford for her to keep telling everyone about their sessions. “There is a tunnel in the western corridor that will take you out to Hogsmeade, are you familiar with it?” Professor Riddle asked rhetorically, pausing momentarily before continuing; “Once you get to Hogsmeade, you will meet me and a colleague of mine at the quill shop in West Hogsmeade. You will knock four times and then wait for one of us to answer.” Professor Riddle glanced at Bellatrix, “You will come alone, and you will not speak of this to anyone… Or Else.” Professor Riddle spun his wand in his fingers one last time to ensure that she got the message clearly.

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Fancy That [Tom Riddle] Dec 18, 2012 22:13:39 GMT -8

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Post by BELLATRIX PROSERPINA BLACK on Dec 18, 2012 22:13:39 GMT -8

Bellatrix was trying to stand her ground against Professor Riddle, but she was finding herself further put off by the situation. Especially since now that she looked at the Professor, he had a dangerous smile plastered all over his face. It was almost as if the man had gears turning in his head which could only mean that Bells was in for hell on earth. She drew in a quick breath, trying to calm herself but failing miserably. He said that he would kill Zeke should she ever mess up again, and Bellatrix felt her mouth go dry. The way that he said it was so...matter-of-fact that she knew that Riddle wasn’t joking. No, he was as serious as he had been when the conversation started. She made a mental note to never play games with Professor Riddle; he was far too powerful and influential for her to get away with anything, ”Zeke will come to no harm, Professor. I will do anything and everything that you say.”

[/b] She said, lowering her head in a bow of sorts, trying not to show how frightened she actually was. She didn’t want any harm to come to Zeke on her behalf. She wouldn’t be able to handle it if it was her fault.

Bellatrix nodded her head. She hadn’t exactly wanted to apply for the Slytherin spot in the first place, but she knew now that it was being demanded of her, she would have to secure the spot. She wanted it...and now, she needed it. She chewed slightly on her bottom lip, hanging on to every word that fell from Riddle’s lips, eating it up as if it was the last food that was left on Earth, ”No one will hear about the sessions from me. Why do we have to move off of-”[/b] She stopped herself, knowing that the reason that they had to move was so that no more suspicions would be raised regarding her relationship with Riddle. Especially now that Riddle knew that she had spoken of her lessons with Lexus, ”I understand, Professor.”[/b] She said, her heart pounding in her throat.

She listened as he dictated the exact steps that she was to follow regarding her entrance into their new lesson territory. She knew that she would have to remember them to a t in order to be let in to the building. And she would; Bellatrix wouldn’t let Riddle down. She knew that she couldn’t. This was personal now. She had to rebuild her trust with the man that she so desperately wanted. Her eyes drifted to his wand, watching as it twisted between his fingers. For a moment, she wondered what those fingers would feel like knotted in her hair, tangling it with the same delicacy that he moved the wand. She wondered what it would be like to kiss the man in front of her - to share in the power that he held in his grasp. Her mouth ran dry as she looked up at her, desperate longing written all across her face, ”Professor, I-”[/b] She couldn’t get the rest of the sentance out, knowing that it would probably not be a very wise idea to bring up the idea of the pair of them...well...advancing their relationship.[/blockquote][/blockquote][/justify]

ooc;; permission to kiss Tom Riddle, Robbie? ;] hahaha

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Fancy That [Tom Riddle] Dec 19, 2012 16:47:50 GMT -8

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Professor Riddle smiled as she bowed her head in submission, "Whether or not harm will come to Zeke is my decision and not yours… do you understand Bellatrix?" Professor Riddle once again correct his pupil, trying to reaffirm with her that just because he was deciding not to make a house call tonight to Zeke's dorm, that didn't mean Zeke was safe long-term.

He shook his head, "First we must move them off site because it is no longer safe on the grounds…" Professor Riddle gave her an overly-stern look, making sure she understood that the first reason was her fault, "This is unfortunate because that means we will have to cut back on the number of sessions you will have." Professor Riddle added that in for extra insult, knowing how excited she was for the sessions. The thought that her actions had caused her to miss out on more sessions with him would be heart breaking for Bellatrix and Professor Riddle knew it. "But regardless, we must move on and continue to progress. Dumbledore has put a protective barrier over the grounds that will prevent these curses from being cast." Professor Riddle didn't need the extra attention from Dumbledore if someone over-heard or if they set off some alert by casting the other two unforgivable spells. The Imperius curse wasn't a very violent spell, but the other two unforgivables… well, they were a little more abbrasive. "Plus, I don't think lab-rats will work very well for these spells." Professor Riddle gave her a grim smile, anxiously awaiting her reaction.

Professor Riddle could see the emotion change in Bellatrix from fear and anxiety to a more relaxed and interested reaction. "You…what?" Professor Riddle asked, looking for Bellatrix to finish her sentence.

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Fancy That [Tom Riddle] Dec 19, 2012 22:21:32 GMT -8

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Post by BELLATRIX PROSERPINA BLACK on Dec 19, 2012 22:21:32 GMT -8

Bellatrix knew that she had no choice but to accept what Riddle was telling her about the Zeke situation. Try as hard as she could, she knew that there was no way that she was going to be able to change his decision. Riddle held the power in this relationship and Bellatrix knew it. The only thing that she could do was play by his rules lest he do anything to hurt the only man in her life that had ever made her confess to true...feelings of something other than lust. She hated to even think the proper ”L”-word, somehow feeling as if it made her weak, ”Yes, Professor. I understand entirely. I have never understood something so clearly in my entire life.”

[/b] Her heart was practically beating out of her chest.

Bellatrix felt her face grow slightly hot with blush as he gave her such a steel look after his first statement. She knew that the reason that they had to move was because she couldn’t keep her mouth shut when it came to the conversation that she had had with Lexus in the corridor. Riddle would never let her forget her lack of clandestinity when it came to their private tutoring lessons. She cursed herself for not being as tight-lipped as she had originally thought herself. She hated the idea of having Professor Riddle for not as many sessions. In fact, the very thought made her feel sick to her stomach. She knew that this had all been her fault. If she had only learned how to keep to herself, she wouldn’t have to deal with such disappointment. Honestly, she had never felt anything like it. It was worse than her own father telling her how awful he thought that she did at everything, ”How many will we have now, Professor?”[/b] They didn’t have a particular schedule regarding their tutoring sessions, but Bellatrix had come to expect them because of the Owl post that she would receive almost two times a week. She feared how little she would be allowed to see him now that the preverbal jig was up.

”Dammit.”[/b] She cursed when he revealed that Dumbledore had put up a protective boundary around the castle. Honestly, she wasn’t that surprised. Ever since Riddle had come to school, there had been talk about a barrier being put up. People were suspicious to say the least. She cocked her head slightly to the side, wondering what he meant about the Lab Rats not being the correct subject for their next lessons. She could only assume what they would be up to. Suddenly, her lips curled into a smile at the very thought of using the other two curses. They were so dangerous...so vile in their own way. She wanted to wield them with such dangerous ferocity that she feared it would unhinge her the moment that she first cast them.

Bellatrix wasn’t sure what had prompted her to think such dangerous and deadly thoughts about the man in front of her, but for a moment, all she could think about was the feeling of him controlling her...surrounding her with such power that she thought for a moment she was going to collapse with excitement, ”Do you think that-”[/b] She took a step forward, for some reason feeling more daring as the night wore on, ”This-”[/b] She gestured between the pair of them, her fingertips almost touching the lapels of his robe, ”Will work?”[/b] He question was ambiguous; left intentionally so, so that Riddle would have the choice of taking it in the personal sense or in the sense of their private lessons.[/blockquote][/blockquote][/justify]