Post by bellatrix druella black on Jul 10, 2009 22:06:38 GMT -5
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Loyalty comes surprisingly strong with her. She believes in loyalty, for without loyalty you can never climb the ladder towards the top. Just as well, you need supporters, followers in your cause. She will not hesitant to strike out severe punishment to anyone who betrays her trust. Wonderful at making speeches, she tends to talk a little too loudly for people during a normal conversation. The attention must always be on Bellatrix, for the good or the bad. She showers in it and in return, it is often given to her freely. Not one to back down, she’s stubborn and firm with her decisions. It is rather impossible to make Bella do anything she doesn’t want to. No one as of yet can make her obey a command. Choice is key in her life, along side keeping the family blood line pure.
One thing she simply can’t tolerate is muggle borns. She finds them despicable and below her. Now that Bellatrix is in her final year, she no longer listens to the threats of the officials in the school. Instead, if she is having a bad day, Bella will find muggle borns and torture and humiliate them. It is not uncommon to find her referring to them as mudbloods on a regular basis. Bella believes them to be even more disgusting then mere muggles. Though Bellatrix has much anger, she keeps it bottled up inside her until she needs it. Her anger usually comes out in cool stares and cruel remarks. The more she holds in the more she can pour out into her unforgivable curses, making it that much more entertaining. One of the few things she is devoted to is her family. She hopes that when she finally leaves Hogwarts, she will have something worthwhile to do; something that will change the world.
Her very worst subject would be potions. As smart as the girl truly is, she lacks the patience and focus for the art, and therefore does terrible at it. Naturally, defense against the dark arts is her best class. She takes a disliking for ancient ruins, which she had the displeasure of taking during her third year. Bellatrix has jealousy, and it would be wise not to stand in her way. Forgiveness is not something Bella is blessed with.
FATHER:
Their father had a bitterness and distaste for his brother-in-law, and in return it brought the same from Bella. Growing up in a country manor was not a bad life to say the least. They had nearly everything at their fingertips. Bellatrix was a pretty if not twisted girl, who belonged to a well known and wealthy family. She wasn’t close to either mother or father, though her mother was often home to watch over them. They just didn’t seem to get along.
Overall she was brought up to be a perfect image of what a Black should be: Pure blooded, devoted, loyal, quick witted, and sharp. Whether or not she was fully accepted by her mother didn’t matter to her. In fact, the girl could have cared less. Her powers grew quick and fast, and most often you would find her in the middle of a duel with another child twice her age. Being special was always a given. Being special and powerful, was her goal. Sometimes Bella would play tricks on her cousins for the fun of it. As very young children her cousins, sisters, and her were all rather close. Only their elders and upbringing tore them apart.
Her bond with her middle sister was immediately severed when she was placed in RavenClaw house, which in Bellatrix’s opinion was defiled. She then turned to her other sister, and though they became much closer and more apart from the middle child, Bellatrix never had the same closeness with her as she had had with Andromeda. She has had a few suitors in her day, but none have completely satisfied her. As always, she keeps a watchful eye on Rodolphus Lestrange, a man from his own pure blood family.
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Her dark and startling eyes turned away finally, and looked out onto the valley below. Yani wasn't up here for the same reason that most teenagers were, the young lovebirds that came to the secluded spot. She wanted silence, not so many people surrounding her like back at the school. Frost and snow sprayed her jet black hair, when she breathed out the cool morning air you could see it. Yani sat herself in the snow, it came up around her bare legs to form a kind of numbness.
Being a death elemental surely had its advantages, but the girl couldn’t see it. After years of being locked up and caged like an animal, all she wanted was out. Away from the unordinary life before it took over her. Yani wanted to see her father again, her friends; anything that would remind her that she was still alive. Slowly and with a death like lure, her thin hand swept out over the flower, clutching it in her grasp. As unexpectedly as it had grown through the packed snow towards the sun, raising its self up to the sky, it now cringed. Curling its self up underneath her small fingers, and starting from the stem, black enclosed upon it, taking the once lovely flower and turning it into something else completely.
Once she had let go, the flower fell to the ground as smoothly as a feather, but as fast as lead. She sighed, that was all she would ever be able to do. The only thing she wanted she wanted to have, the only thing out of her grasp just like the sun for the flower, was life. Oh to be the giver of life.
