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Harry Potter Roleplay 9
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submitted by Aqua/Bekah, age 14/12, GH/ND
(May 6, 2009 - 1:19 pm)
(May 6, 2009 - 1:19 pm)
((*gives into temptation to ignore characters in favour of Bellatrix... again*))
Bellatrix was pouring over a large map of the Garden and surrounding countryside when Wolfbar burst in, holding the book. She looked up at him, one eyebrow raised.
"What is this?" demanded Wolfbar, waving the book in the air.
"I told you," said Bellatrix. "Shall I add short-term memory loss to the list of your faults?"
"It's not even in English!" bellowed Wolfbar.
"Shall I give you Chaucer instead?" Bellatrix asked, calmly. "Or perhaps you would enjoy Poe...?"
Wolfbar glared at her. "I will not read this... this..."
"Filth?" asked Bellatrix, indignant.
Wolfbar jumped.
"Manipulation, cynicism, Occlumency, patronuses, anger management, better reflexes... The list just keeps getting longer, doesn't it?" Bellatrix folded her arms. "Start with Macbeth. Now go away."
(May 10, 2009 - 9:51 pm)
"The Riverside Shakespeare," muttered Wolfbar derisively. "Muggle scum."
"I heard that... need I instruct you in sound-profing charms as well?" Bellatrix's voice floated out.
((Oops, sorry, dinner, gotta go! Pitiful, but I must depart.)) :(
(May 11, 2009 - 5:07 pm)
Bellatrix sighed. "Those petty half-baked romances - such as they are - have fried your brain. Muggles aren't good for much else, but they can write."
"Whatever," muttered Wolfbar as he stalked away.
"Oh," Bellatrix added, leaning out of the doorway. "I'll need to get an idea of what skills you do have - so a duel will be in order, and soon. Finish Macbeth first though!" She smiled evilly and withdrew once more, snickering to herself at the look of terror on Wolfbar's face.
(May 11, 2009 - 10:29 pm)
((And yes, TNO (umlaut), in response to your earlier post, you may call him Wolfy. *smirk*))
When he was back in the study-like room, Wolfbar gave a resigned sigh and opened to the tragedy section. "Macbeth," he muttered, scanning the index, "ah, there." He turned to the correct page.
"Double, double, toil and trouble: fire, burn; and, cauldron, bubble... Cool it with a baboon's blood, then the charm is firm and good," read Wolfbar. "Ar! Muggle sloths trying to imitate magic! How hideous..." He read on, though- "Thank evil I taught myself that mundane Muggle language Latin," he muttered as he slogged through the work. By the end, he mentally sumarized his reading, as was a habit of his.
"A bunch of alleged 'witches' were on a hilltop. They predicted to a Muggle idiot that he'd become king- not that seeing into the future is possible. This is after reciting some ridiculous 'spells' with flowery and meaningless phrases spoken in a Muggle tongue. Then Macbeth's wife tells him of how England's king shall be visiting, and they plot to kill him as he sleeps- ah, how womderful if someone would do the same to the current Prime Minister- all acting under Potter's influence, they are, and the Ministry the same.
"So then they successfully killed the king, and, lo and behold, who is chosen to rule in his stead? Why, Macbeth- how convenient! Then, as king, Macbeth crushed some rebels, the only reasonable characters so far. Everyone is terrified of Macbeth, etc., etc. And THEN, of course, Macbeth's queen starts feeling guilty and commits suicide- as they always do in these moralistic Muggle tales. Then Macbeth went out to fight the rebels, not knowing that the 'witches' had betrayed him.
"And then, of all things, Macduff, whose wife and child were slaughtered, comes out and defeats the evil Macbeth- yippee, hurray, the story's nearly over. So Macbeth, having given up, is killed. The late king's son takes the throne, there's peace, marvelous. Oh, but the 'witches' are still out there muttering of 'howlet's wings' and such. Atrocious." Wolfbar let out a sigh. "And now to pay another visit to the lovely Bellatrix," he said to himself, picking up the heavy tome and setting off down the darkened hallway.
(May 12, 2009 - 7:22 pm)
(('Thank evil.' Awesome, Mary W.))
Hey, I said something nice about you! Yay for me!!! I'm not paranoid all the time! *does a happy little dance*
(May 13, 2009 - 7:02 am)
"I finished it," he said loudly, marching into the room. Bellatrix looked up from the piece of parchment she had been scribbling on.
"And...?" she prompted.
Wolfbar immediately started into his summary. Bellatrix listened, her chin resting on her hand.
"...Atrocious," finished Wolfbar, folding his arms smugly.
Bellatrix's lips quirked upwards. "You missed the point," she said.
"What point? It was a stupid, moralistic, overly dramatized Muggle fantasy."
"No... It was a story about a fool who believed in a prophecy and spiraled into madness... It was based on the idea of self-fulfilling prophecy; Macbeth would never have killed Duncan if the witches hadn't put the idea in his head. The witches caused Duncan's murder, not some silly magical law. Don't mind the vase," she added casually. Wolfbar, confused shifted around to look for a vase, and inadvertently knocked one to the ground.
"Wha-?"
"There," she said. "You see? You wouldn't have knocked it over if I hadn't said anything. That's the point."
"What point?" asked Wolfbar.
"The one that you missed." Bellatrix sprung suddenly from her chair and caught his elbow once more. She dragged him out into the hallway. "And now it's high time you attempted to redeem yourself and your... talents..."
Wolbar gulped.
(May 12, 2009 - 10:10 pm)
((Ooh, that was awesome.
@ Lena: *jaw drops* Lena complimented me! *jokes, because there's nothing against that in Lena's reference book of suspicious behavior* ;)
Proceeding...))
"Um," he said, "shouldn't I read, um, another play? Or... something?"
"Really?" she said. "You enjoyed them it that much?"
"Er... yes?" Wolfbar saw only one way out of dueling with Bellatrix.
"You enjoyed Shakespeare?"
"Yes...?"
"Say it," Bellatrix instructed him. "Say, I enjoyed Shakespeare and I admit that I was wrong to think that it was stupid that Bellatrix was making me read him."
Wolfbar muttered something.
"A little louder?" she requested sweetly.
"Fine," sulked Wolfbar. He saw what she was getting at. "IenjoyedShakespeareandIadmitthatIwaswrongtothinkthatitwasstupidthatBellatrix-wasmakingmereadhim."
Bellatrix smiled widely, showing pointed teeth. "Good," she said. "For being so obedient, perhaps we'll wait a while on that. See what you get out of Julius Caeser."
Wolfbar was too relieved to protest. He slunk out of the room, careful not to knock over any vases.
((Was that okay, or did it count as power-playing? (I get paranoid about that- sympathy for Lena. ;) ) ))
((Aargh, all these parenthese kill me.))
(May 13, 2009 - 3:16 pm)
((Baaha hahaha! I lol'd so hard.... (that's a good thing, mind, since you have a habit of misinterpreting my compliments as critiques). And no, no powerplaying, since Bellatrix isn't, strictly speaking, my character even though I'm the one to do most of her scenes. Plus you did a good job, I don't mind powerplays if they're well written and in character.))
(May 13, 2009 - 4:48 pm)
You crack me up! :)
(May 14, 2009 - 11:48 am)
((*is relieved and glad* :D))
(May 14, 2009 - 4:41 pm)
Wolfbar found Julius Caesar to be even more unpleasant than Macbeth ((Ooh, I blaspheme!)). He had barely gotten to the second act when he gave it up as a bad job all around and went in search of Bellatrix. Surely a duel wouldn't be as bad as reading Cassius' whingeing about Julius Caesar the weakling...? ((and yes I mean whingeing, it's not a typo.))
*
Bellatrix was ready for the youth when he burst into the room, looking around wildly with the air of one who has just burst into several similar rooms in search of someone with little success. She smiled sweetly at him, guessing why he was there- she had assigned him Julius Caesar specifically because she thought it would especially annoy the boy.
"Finish already?" she asked.
"I cannot read this!" he cried, rather dramatically.
"Oh?" Bellatrix's smile widened. "I thought you *liked* Shakespeare."
"You know very well I only said that to... to... well..." Woflbar fumbled off, lamely, as he realized that the Death Eater had trapped him again.
She leapt lightly to her feet and once more dragged him out the door and into the hall. "You know if you actually payed attention to, ah, Cassius' whingeing and you might learn a thing or two about wordplay."
(May 14, 2009 - 11:03 pm)
By this point Wolfbar didn't particularly care; if she'd kept him alive this long, and even brought him to her house, then she must have some reason to keep him breathing. Although when one is confronted by Bellatrix Lestrange with a wand and a wicked grin, it's easy to have some doubts.
They were standing in a long, rectangular hall with polished wooden floors. It had obviously once been rather grand, but, like most of the old Lestrange manor, it had fallen into semi-disrepair while its various owners served decade-spanning terms in Azkaban.
Bellatrix stood at one end; Wolfbar, the other. After she had asked him nicely whether he'd ever dueled before (to which he responded with an indignant affirmative), she had instructed him to adopt the propre stance.
They bowed to each other, and honoured (extra "u") the other various formalities, and then the stream of curses began.
Almost simultaneously, the two figures sent individual spels flying at each other. A silver beam of light ricocheted off of the ceiling, a blue laser-like beam singed the floor around Wolfbar's feet, a red zap carved a crater in the strong wood of the floor.
Wolfbar did suffer many injuries, most of which were rather painful, but he did a reasonable job of defending himself, and twice managed to hit Bellatrix.
((Wait, dinner, TNO- umlaut- can continue.))
(May 15, 2009 - 4:22 pm)
((@Lena: I likes your escape idea so much that I'm going to expound upon it. Also, I think I need to stop neglecting my characters. Also also, I'm dying to see Belinda arguing with Bellatrix.))
//Felicitas' POV//
I walked into the common room, Professor Boot's words - and Harry Potter's spat with Belinda- buzzing in my head. It had suddenly occurred to me that Hogwarts wasn't so great after all.
I was so preoccupied that I walked smack into Lillian, who fell over. "Oh..." I said, lamely. "Sorry... I wasn't..."
"S'alright," mumbled Lillian.
"Er..." I said. "About these... Death Eater people..."
"Yeah?"
"Will they close the school?"
Lillian shook her head. "No, probably not." She lowered her voice. "I'm thinking of running away."
"From Hogwarts?"
She nodded.
"Can I come with you?"
//Belinda's POV//
Potter! "Steer far, far away from the Death Eater!" I scowled. Just for that...
I wondered how tight security would be around one of the secret passages out of the school. Potter knew about them, certainly, but he seemed egotistical enough... well, to assume that Bellatrix didn't know about them.
Besides, there was no reason for her to suddenly endanger herself by attacking Hogwarts, alone.
I paused, deliberating, then strode into my dormitory and started to pack. I was sick and tired of being needled by the professors, and Oliver, and Potter... If nothing else Bellatrix would tolerate my views.
I slammed the trunk shut, already mapping out my route in my head. I pulled out my wand and shrunk the trunk ((lol that rhymes)) to a manageable size. I shoved the now-fist sized trunk into my bag, along with my books. I swung it over my shoulder.
Five minutes later I was sauntering nonchalantly down the corridors, pretending to go to class. Ten minutes after that I was walking quickly down a secret passageway that led out of Hogwarts. From there I planned to travel to Lestrange Mansion- after all, it had been abandoned years previously after Rodolphus' death, and it would make an ideal hiding place.
Forty minutes after entering the passageway, I was standing in the fresh air, blinking in the light, and orienting myself to the north.
*
It took me several days to arrive at the outskirts of the Lestrange grounds. I was standing along the borders, wondering how I would find my way around the protective enchantments, when the screaming started.
It was loud, a youngish sounding male voice screaming for mercy. They let up suddenly as I leaned forward in a vain attempt to ascertain their origin; and, abruptly, Bellatrix herself appeared in front of me, wand raised, with a small pop.
For a few minutes I gaped at her, my mouth hanging open stupidly. At last she said, calmly, "You have thirty seconds to talk me out of blasting you off the face of the earth. Start now."
"I- Well, I'm Belinda Selwyn!" My mind was a blank, but Bellatrix's wand lowered incrementally. "I'm from Hogwarts- I'm here because... well..." She raised an eyebrow. "I was sick of having to listen to everyone get upset over the tiniest little hint of Dark magic, or Death Eaters, or the Dark Lord- I broke off as an inexplicable smirk passed over Bellatrix's face.
"What?" I asked.
"Nothing," she said mildly. "Go on."
"...Anyway, then there were the attacks in Hogsmede, and everyone was panicking because they thought you were going to attack the school, so... I just left. I got lucky, I suppose, since I got away before the guards were set up around the school and the passages." I was vaguely aware that my thirty seconds was up.
The Death Eater examined me closely, and I shifted uncomfortably beneath her intense gaze. At last she said, "Well, you're a sight better than my idiot... apprentice, for lack of a better word." She twitched her wand and beckoned me to follow. "Come on."
"Apprentice?" I asked as I followed her to the house.
"Wolfbar," she said, smirking again. "He's talented enough, I suppose, but he's much too slow, and he stutters when he has to think quickly."
And on that note, she led me into the mansion.
((Weeee this'll be fun!))
(May 15, 2009 - 10:15 pm)
((Thanks!))
I stared into Felicitas' face. She seemed genuine enough. And it did feel good to have someone else who was as scared as me that they'd be willing to run away. Also, it might be good to have company. Even if she grew utterly tired of me after a few days, as most people did.
"Okay," I said at last.
Her eyes widened. "Are you sure?"
I nodded.
"When will you - we - leave?"
I stood up, as casually as I could, and swallowed hard. Keep your head, Lillian; it's now or never, I thought. With as much bravery as I could muster, I said,'How's now?'
(May 16, 2009 - 7:18 am)
((Is Belinda a psychotic Dark Arts groupie or something!? Oh, wait... *she's almost exactly like Wolfbar* Yeah. ;)
Okay, I agree, this is going to be great fun. You know a relationship is going to go well when it opens with, "You have thirty seconds to talk me out of blasting you off the face of the earth. Start now." ;D ))
Wolfbar had seen and tolerated a lot in the past few days, but to see that idiotic witch who had just finished another bout of torturing him leading a slim teenager into the room as though she was her best friend put him over the top.
"Who is- this?" he asked, rage eminent in his voice. Sparks flew from his wand.
"This is Belinda Selwyn," explained Bellatrix patiently.
"That clears it up," snapped Wolfbar. He hadn't slept or eaten in a few days now, and it was getting to him.
Bellatrix raised an eyebrow. "I'm sure you didn't mean that."
Wolfbar responded that no, of course he didn't.
"Good." Bellatrix smiled. "Now, Belinda, could you relate your tale to Wolfbar again?"
The girl said, "Well, I go to Hogwarts, and there were all these attacks in Hogsmeade, and I was so fed up with everyone hating the Dark Arts, or giving detention at the slightest mention of the Dark Lord or anything like that, and so I decided to... leave."
Wlbar's immediate reaction was, And so you thought that going to Bellatrix Lestrange for consolation would be your best bet?
Aloud he said, "Ever read Shakespeare?"
(May 16, 2009 - 10:29 am)