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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)
((Um... try and find some place for yourself. No offense, TNÖ and Mary, but it would help move the Hogwarts scene along a little more if you could pull yourself from Bellatrix for just a bit.))
(May 26, 2009 - 9:05 am)
While the two new best friends were palling around in the attic with a bogart, Wolfbar raided his "hostess' " study. There were protective enchantments, of course, but apparently Bellatrix had assumed that anyone able to enter the house would most likely be fine in her ofice, and left the hexes to a basic minimum. ((Yippee, Bellatrix made a mistake! *first*!)) Wolfbar easily undid them.
Digging out a suitcase from under the desk, he packed a good portion of her books- mainly titles such as Voldemort, the World's Darkest; Evil Through the Ages; The Lestrange Files; Horcruxes and Other Self-Preserving Jinxes, and the like. Te maps of Y'Galle, naturally, and a few quills and some parchment. Other necessities were quickly added. As an afterthought, he threw in The Riverside Shakespeare.
He didn't think that the sinister Death Eater would have any cheap romace novels lying around, but scanned the area anyway. No.
He had concluded that Bellatrix had little or no idea about what to do, and was merely trying to appear in charge. Therefore, he was getting nowhere by hanging around. She could procastinate all she liked, but he was going to raise the Dark Lord. ((Yay Wolfy, he did it! He didn't say the name!))
Putting a weightlessness charm on the bag and shrinking it to the size of a lunchbox, he strode over to the door, his college-boy hot air returned after days of devastating blows to his self-esteem. He tried to twist the door handle open, but could not.
It was locked.
((And if this was a TV show, we'd be having a commercial break right about... now.))
(May 19, 2009 - 7:32 pm)
((It is not right that the HP Roleplay was pushed to the second page by a bunch of cats. C'mon, guys!))
(May 20, 2009 - 7:27 pm)
((Sorry I haven't responded. I've been REALLY busy. Maybe Monday, okay?))
(May 22, 2009 - 5:18 pm)
Upstairs, Bellatrix snickered.
"What?" asked Belinda curiously.
"Nothing," Bellatrix said smoothly. "Wolfbar's acting up again. He's gotten himself locked in my study..." She smirked.
"Oh..."
"Carry on..." Bellatrix added, and swept out of the room. Belinda shrugged and turned back to the wardrobe that held the boggart.
Bellatrix took the steps down two at a time. She wondered at the boy's mistake; did he not think she had alarms set up for when someone broke through the protective enchantments within her own house?
She arrived outside her study door, to hear Wolfbar jiggling the handle and swearing loudly within.
"Kindly do not break my door, boy," she said coldly. A twitch of her wand and the solid wooden door swung forward and Woflbar sprawled out over the carpet. Deftly she snatched up the suitcase he'd been holding and gave him a slight kick in the ribs.
Wolfbar spluttered into the carpet.
"Occlumency, boy- your chances of escape are nil until you learn how to do it to an extent that I can't even tell you're blocking me- and that, dearie, that takes years."
She left him there, scowling into the carpet.
(May 21, 2009 - 5:54 pm)
((All right, the Warriors are getting intolerable. We must get this up to the front page. What hapened to all our Hogwarts posters? -It seems to be just TNO (umlaut), Bekah/Aqua, and myself.))
Boy! Wolfbar thought angrily, inhaling the carpet's less-than-fragrant smell. Will she stop calling me "boy"!
When the two females were far enough away that she figured it was safe, he warily rose to his feet again and tried to think through the rest of his plan. Bellatrix wasn't stupid- if she didn't want him running away, chances were that he wouldn't.
He thought in circles for a while, and finally came back to his initial conclusion- he'd have to wait things out, bide his time, see exactly what Bellatrix planned to do. Then, if he couldn't be THE person to raise the Dark Lord, he could at least have contributed. It was hard for the arrogant young man to admit this to himself, but he simply wasn't ready enough, or prepared well, or as knowledgable as he ought be. If he could get himself back into Bellatrix's good graces- like that girl had so inexplicably managed to do, he seethed to himself- then perhaps he could attain such things. Once again, he told himself that she was smart enough to understand the siuation, and with her on his side- Or me on hers, he acknowledged ruefully- there was no way he could fail to accomplish his goals.
And in the meantime, there was little else for him to do but read Shakespeare.
(May 22, 2009 - 4:23 pm)
((I might post Monday, okay? I have been so busy. I'm still here though; don't worry.))
(May 22, 2009 - 5:20 pm)
For the next few days, Bellatrix monitored Wolfbar's behaviour closely. Belinda she left mostly to her own devices, save for the hours she spent patiently teaching the young girl the Dark Arts. Belinda took to it well and quickly became proficient enough at casting a Patronus for Bellatrix's purposes. She also grew quite adept at the Cruciatus.
After Belinda had been at Lestrange mansion for just a shade under a month, Bellatrix announced that they were going to the Garden.
(May 22, 2009 - 6:39 pm)
They were all eating dinner, a rare occasion inwhat had become Wolfbar's life. For the most part, Bellatrix had either skulked around or tutored Belinda, who seemed to be perfect in every way, and they'd eaten at different times than Wolfbar, if at all. Meanwhile, he'd been reading Shakespeare, which he found repulsive at first, but after a while realized that there were some insights to be gained. He'd perused Bellatrix's spellbooks and history tomes, and hugely increased his knowledge of the Dark Arts. It had been painful at first to acknowledge his ignorance, but he now felt that he was a lot wiser than he was when he came to thus accursed place.
But tonight it had just so happened that Bellatrix had invited Wolfbar to dine with her and the girl- rather, she had marched into the library, slammed Counteracting Magyk and Charms of Varyd Propertys Throughe Darke Spelles shut on his finger, and dragged him by the ear into the dining hall, a place that had obviously once been resplendent with its crushed velvet carpeting and glossy furnishing, theradbare tapestries hung on the wall, but since its days of long-gone glory it had fallen to seed. Belinda was already there, looking very small seated at the giant table.
Bellatrix waved her wand lazily, and some food appeared on plates in front of them. She conjured up a goblet of wine for herself and tea for Belinda, and then, as an afterthought, a glass of milk for Wolfbar. Thanks, he thought sardonically.
After some tense chewing and swallowing, Bellatrix set down her glass and announced, "I have reached a decision."
This'll be good, thought Wolfbar.
(May 23, 2009 - 12:59 pm)
Bellatrix glared at him before continuing and fiddled with her fork. After a moment she spoke, quietly. "We're leaving tomorrow."
"For the Garden?" asked Wolfbar.
Bellatrix shot him a look, as if to say, "Where else?"
He looked down and began shoveling food into his mouth. Belinda exchanged a quick glance with the Death Eater, which didn't help his mood.
"When?" Belinda asked, which seemed a stupid question to Wolfbar.
"Early. Around six, probably."
"In the morning?" Wolfbar asked, shocked.
Bellatrix gave him a long, almost pitying look. "Yes."
Wolfbar gaped at her. "When are we supposed to get any sleep?"
"At night," Bellatrix replied, looking amused. Then, briskly, "I'll expect you to be up by five, mind you- and ready to leave. We may go earlier."
She continued to stir her food about on the plate. Wolfbar realized, with a jolt, that he had never seen the Death Eater eat- or sleep, for that matter.
"Do you ever eat?" he asked, suddenly annoyed. "Or do anything remotely human, for that matter."
"On occasion," she said calmly.
"Do you understand the concept of sleep? Relaxation?" Wolfbar snapped.
Bellatrix blinked. "On occasion. Right now, however... You would do well to go to bed early, tonight, if you have such a problem with being up at a reasonable hour."
"Five is not a reasonable hour. Five is a time for the insomniacs," grumbled Wolfbar.
(May 23, 2009 - 5:57 pm)
((That was great!))
Later that night, as Belinda was drifting off to sleep and Bellatrix was walking down the hall to her quarters, Wolfbar stopped her. and confronted her with uncharacteristic boldness and straightforwardness. "Okay. What exactly is going to happen tomorrow? You've got to have some reason for bringing me, and you've been keeping me in the dark about it. What is the deal with this Belinda girl, and how are we going to go about this ressurrection business, and what's going to happen if we actually succeed?"
"If?" Bellatrix's eyes flashed dangerously.
"When," he amended quickly.
"Why am I bringing you?" she asked. "Well, you've kept a relatively civil tongue all day, so I'll give you a hint. Belinda is more promising than you. Your head is bloated. Therefore, you're more expendable. You'll be useful to have around."
Wolfbar inwardly groaned. "Thanks."
"Now, that's plenty of information for your miniscule brain to digest this evening," Bellatrix told him. "And remember, five o'clock tomorrow. I expect you to be fully awake."
(May 24, 2009 - 11:52 am)
Bellatrix rarely slept. She had been troubled by insomnia since her years at Hogwarts, and the years- and her frequent nightmares- had only exacerbated the problem. ((hah, exacerbate, I love that word.)) Instead she usually sat and read until it was late enough to justify being awake.
Tonight, however, she found herself pacing the length of her room, too anxious to be off to concentrate on a book.
Below, Wolfbar stared at the ceiling, kept awake by the thud of Bellatrix's foot steps from overhead.
(May 24, 2009 - 1:44 pm)
Whereas Bellatrix was thinking weighty thoughts in the room overhead ((and I tried to vaguely outline her thoughts without much depth here, but unfortunately found that to be almost impossible without making her sound like an idiot, because it's difficult for me to envision Bellatrix worrying)) Wolfbar was being much less the philosopher.
Will she shut up already! he thought grouchily. I said I'd try to wake up at five, but if she's going to be making those elephantine stomping noises all night... One part of him wanted to go up and- very courteously- ask her to cut all this pacing nonsense and go to sleep, but his brain told him quite clearly that unless he was in a suicidal mood, steering far away from Bellatrix's private chambers would be a very good idea.
So since he was prevented from getting much rest, he tried to mull over Bellatrix's words- the ones where she practically told him that he was first-class bait- but found himself unable to concentrate, what with the noise and the fatigue combined... his mind slipped off into a half-conscious state, barely forming coherent thoughts, and he began to drift towards sleep...
His dreams were filled with fancies of rising the Dark Lord and conquering humanity. ((I love this guy, don't you?)) Bellatrix, of course, would get her comeupence, and he could very clearly picture the Dark Lord blowing that pompous little teenager- what was her name? Linda?- into oblivion. Yes, this would all be very pleasant...
He jolted awake with a start- what time was it? A quick glance at a grandfather clock beside the door told him that he still had a good two hours to enjoy what might be his last snooze in a real bed for a long time.
(May 24, 2009 - 3:59 pm)
Bellatrix was still pacing, her thoughts running in circles. Unconsciously she fingered the almost-invisible Dark Mark on her forearm.
If... that stupid if... she thought, gritting her teeth at the thought of the boy's foolish slip. If. He should know better than that by now.
With a sudden cry of anger she whirled and slammed her hand against the wall. She closed her eyes and leaned forward, against her hand. A moment later her knees gave way and she slid to the ground, a half-sob ripping through her chest.
Weak. The Dark Lord's voice- long years past- seemed to ring in her ears. Pathetic. Useless. "Weak" had hurt the most.
"Just wait..." she whispered, fighting tears. "I'll find you... I'll bring you back..."
She closed her eyes and a single, hot tear tracked its way slowly down her cheek.
(May 24, 2009 - 11:08 pm)
That's it, I quit! Dumping my books on the floor, I stormed away. I thought that Hogwarts would be exciting! Sure, I get attacted by one stupid dementor that everyone in the cast knows about exept me! Then it leaves & no one tells me anything! I stomped out of the Ravenclaw common room. As I walked through the corridors, I heard whispering. "Where are we going?" ''Hogsmeade.'' More whispering. Stepping through the shadows I called, "Hello?"
(May 24, 2009 - 9:54 pm)