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Post by Bellatrix Lestrange on Sept 18, 2007 23:20:02 GMT -5
Footsteps clicked on the pavement as Bellatrix Lestrange walked down the road which led to the Leaky Cauldron. She scowled as she passed many muggles who blinked in her direction, eyeing the angry looking witch. Her long, untamed, black hair rippled down her back, her hand gripping her wand hidden in her pocket ready to strike any muggle who got in her way with a deadly spell. If she was not trying to be inconspicuous at the moment, she probably would have already been cursing muggles left and right; but tonight was different...
Tonight the woman was finally getting out of the Malfoy Manor; the first time in a long while. The Dark Lord had been away for a long time and Bella was getting rather apprehensive in the house. She needed to get away for the night, although no one was really supposed to leave the house. She had told Cissy and no one else before leaving and made sure no one had seen... and hoped no one had followed. She was trying to be unnoticeable so no one would find out. If any one had caught her out and told the Dark Lord on her, he could think her less loyal. That would just kill Bella on the inside if that were to ever happen.
Her pale, cold hand gripped the door knob, muggles obviously not noticing the little inn's existence. She stepped in, stood up tall and contemptuous, then shut the door behind her. The inn was quite full for the night, a few groups here and there chatting and having a drink. Those who were in conversations had glanced Bella's way, most quieted down, other whispered to one another. Either way, Bellatrix was annoyed with them. She passed the bar, the owner Tom, who had been polishing glasses at the time, looked up and murmured a welcome to her. "What do you want?" she retorted, not bothering to wait for an answer. Tom narrowed his eyes at her as she turned on her heel and went striding away, though he wasn't going to upset the woman; that would be insane.
Tap, tap, tap. Bellatrix had tapped the tip of her wand against the brick in the wall which led to the opening of the way into Diagon Alley. She pocketed her wand once more and waited for the opening to subside enough for her to walk through. She hesitated for a moment, thinking to herself. Maybe I should grab a drink before I go...
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Post by Fred and George Weasley on Sept 27, 2007 21:30:19 GMT -5
Fred sat at the bar nursing a double fire whiskey after a hard day's work at the shop. He joked around with Tom, making the majourity of the people in the general area burst out in laughter. He was just finishing a particularly good impression of Snape when the door to the small pub opened. He rounded his head to see who came in, the crowd hushing. His eye narrowed at he saw the small frame of the Death Eater enter the bar. He sat down on his stool, finishing his drink silently. He didn't want to attract the attention of the Death eater.
Instead he sat there, exchanging quiet conversation with a fellow bar mate. Fred kept his eyes on her, slipping his hand discreetly into the pocket of his robe, wrapping his fingers around the wood of his wand. If there was going to be any trouble here tonight, it wasn't going to be started by him. That was the last thing his family needed, for one of their sons to be thrown into azkaban. He watched as she made her way to the entrance to Diagon alley. Thinking that he could gather some information for the order, he got up and paid for his drink, slipping behind the door to follow her. Just as he rounded the corner, though, he collided with her as she returned to the pub.
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Post by Bellatrix Lestrange on Sept 27, 2007 22:52:49 GMT -5
Stumbling backwards a bit after the collision with the boy, her hand immediately went for her wand as she caught her balance. She glared at him, a scowl on her face. She had been trying to stay on the down low tonight, not get into a fight with someone. But this boy had ran into her!
"How dare you, not paying attention to where you are going, walking around corners and running into people!" After a moment, her eyes scanned over him, then zoned in on the red hair. Yes, he was familiar, the hair being the same shade as.. a Weasley. "YOU," she growled, jumping backwards, looking disgusted about the fact that he had actually touched her! A blood-traitor such as him, getting his filth onto someone such as herself. It was horrid!
After getting over this --not completely of course--, she took in the situation. When she had walked in, people had obviously realized it was her. So this Weasley boy must have seen her as well, right? She had been going into Diagon Alley, and he had been going the same way, most likely in a rush since he had rounded the corner so fast and bumped into her, so he must have been following her! Not only was this boy a Weasley, he was an Order Member. He must have been following her to get some information, or if he was stupid enough, to try and take her on himself... But he couldn't have been that dumb, could he? Even if he was a Weasley.
"What exactly were you doing, hmm?" Bella hissed, tightening her grip around her wand, not aiming it at him though. "You were in a hurry it seems, trying to catch up with someone? Or perhaps there was another reason..." She narrowed her eyes, her heavy lids making it seem as if they were tiny slits.
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Post by Fred and George Weasley on Sept 28, 2007 18:08:40 GMT -5
Fred had almost the same reaction as he when they collided, rubbing the front of his robes as if he had just run into something foul. He scowled at her, his hand automatically finding his wand. He knew that he probably couldn't beat the infamous death eater in a duel, but if she started the fight, he would do his best to defend himself. Her question arouse another scowl to his face. He knew that she had probably figured out that he had followed her, if not by the speed that he came around the corner with, but the sheer lack of purpose for going into Diagon alley this late at night.
"What's it to you?"
He asked indifferently, drawing his wand out of his robes. He wondered what a Death Eater was doing just wondering around at night. Maybe he would ask her? And maybe he'd get his head cursed off if he did. This woman had been so cruel to everyone that he held dear, he just wanted to curse her there and now. But he also didn't want to land a one way ticket to Azkaban.
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Post by Bellatrix Lestrange on Sept 29, 2007 9:21:16 GMT -5
"What's it to me? Ha, what's it to me?!" Bellatrix took a step towards him, narrowing her eyes even more if this were possible. She was irritable -- more irritable then normal today, and this boy was asking for trouble. And she wasn't the type of person to go asking for trouble; especially when you are associated with the Potter boy.
She, in turn, wanted to curse the boy as well. But she knew that if anyone had found out about this, and reported it to the Dark Lord... let's just say it wouldn't end up very good for Bella. Of course, he might praise her for getting rid of one of the blood traitor Order members; but he would also be angry with her for leaving the house when he had deliberately said for everyone to stay. She must hold back her anger, she couldn't risk too much tonight.
Bella loosened her grip on the wand, but kept a hold of it just in case the Weasley wanted a go at her. "Since you completely disregarded my question and decided to ask one of your own, I'll repeat myself." Her voice didn't seem as vicious now, but her look was still one of disgust. She tilted her head upwards a bit as she eyed him, drawing herself up to her full height. "Now; What exactly were you doing?"
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Post by Fred and George Weasley on Sept 29, 2007 15:58:57 GMT -5
{{Bleh, I had a post for this... but my browser got closed!! ;_; Sorry, this one kind of sucks.. the other one was better... -cries-}}
Fred almost forgot where they were, having to strongly resist the urge to curse her right then and there. Her laugh aggrivated him to no end, and so did her voice. It was almost too much trying not to attack her. But again, he didn't want a cell in Azkaban to have his name on it.
Her demand for a response though, brought a small smile to the lips of the red haired boy. He decided that he would play around with her a bit. If she was going to attack him, she probably would have done it by now without hesitation. For some reason, she was holding back, and Fred was going to push it.
He twirled his wand in his fingers, not taking his eyes off of her, the smile still playing on his lips. He also drew up to full height, not being that much taller then the skinny woman in front of him. He didn't know where he bravery came from, but he assumed that it was fueled by the fire whiskey that he had previously consumed.
"Well, you see, I don't think I have to tell you anything."
He said, looking at her dauntingly. His arrogance was bound to annoy the short tempered death eater to no end. He was ready to defend himself if she decided to attack him
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Post by Bellatrix Lestrange on Sept 30, 2007 21:08:35 GMT -5
||Aw, I absolutely /hate/ when that happens. ;; I sowwy! But this post was perfectly fine, hon. So no worries. It made me giggle, because I would treat this woman the same way. Oh, how I despise her. Don't ask why I figured I would roleplay her, haha. Somehow she's still cool, in an evilw ay I guess.||
His smile, his arrogance, his expression, his teasing, his annoying red hair... How she wanted to run towards him, grab his Weasley little neck and strangle the brains right out of him. Or to just jab her knife right into his pretty little smile that he taunted her with. Or, simply strike him with her favorite curse, torture him enough to go crazy and kill himself. These were the wishes of the evil witch as she gripped her wand even tighter. Any more she would break it, but before that ever happened she would curse him first, of course.
"Don't have to tell me anything?" Her voice hissed, having this cold chill about it that could run up the spine of even the most brave person of all. She was evil to the core, this one, and holding back was not her style. This boy was toying with her, knowing that she was trying not to get annoyed with him, but making it as hard as could be for the Death Eater. She despised him even more; if this were possible.
She had to keep it cool, she just had to.
That stupid smile...
So the Weasley wanted to play with the Death Eater? Well, she was going to play too. "I hope you know once the Dark Lord gets rid of the weak Potter boy, he's going to rip your parents and all of your blood-traitor family apart, one by one." She laughed some, this bringing a happier tone to her voice. It always cheered her up to think of the ones they were all going to destroy. "I'll even put in a little request for you, so you can be the last one left in your family." She held in a laugh, grinning ever so evily. "That way, you can watch all of them die before you, with nothing that you could do to stop him!" She couldn't hold it in any more, a cackle came out as she found this rather funny.
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Post by Fred and George Weasley on Oct 1, 2007 21:04:05 GMT -5
Her words drew his loathing for her from the core of his being. She was truly the human embodiment of evil. Though if she knew he thought this, she would probably be complimented. It disgusted him. His hand tightened around his wand, which was now pointing at her, but he showed no other signs that she had just spoken the words about his family. He knew she was only saying them to get to him, and he wasn't about to loose a battle of wits to an evil death eater. The smile remained on his lips as he watched her cackle evilly about his family.
"Really now?"
He said, a fake look of amazement plastered on his face.
"And what makes you think that he's going to live long enough to accomplish this?"
He asked nonchalantly, glancing down at his wand casually, as if in normal conversation with an old friend. He knew that the Death Eater's didn't know about the prophecy, nor did the Order, but Fred had a good idea of what it was. He believed that Harry was the chosen one, having to be the one to rid the world of the Dark Lord. Talk of the fall of the woman's leader should fire her up a bit, thought Fred.
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