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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)
((Oh, shiny means good/alright/ok/coo/any variant of the above... Sorry. Again, too much Firefly in three days than is good for a person. And some of the warriors threads have 200+ posts, so... If you want to, though.))
Wolfbar gulped. "Is he, uh..."
"Back?" Bellatrix asked coldly. "Of course he is. Or do you think I'd just leave him alone in a weakened state?"
"I, uh, I didn't mean..."
"Maybe the box really did have lasting effects," the Death Eater mused, and turned around and walked out of the room.
Bellatrix fairly flew down the corridor, barely suppressing a grin. He was back. Sure he was as distant, cold, and vicious a man as ever, but he was /back/, and that was all she really cared about.
"You're in a good mood."
She jerked around, yelping. He was leaning against the wall, almost completely hidden in the shadows. Drat him and his all-black wardrobe.
"Yes, my lord," she replied quietly, staring at him. The novelty of having him back- finally- hadn't quite worn off yet.
"Why?" he tilted his head, curiously, his red eyes seeming to glitter.
She shrugged. "I'm glad you're back, is all, my lord."
His eyes narrowed. "Really."
Bellatrix folded her arms, suddenly annoyed. "As novel as it may seem to you, my lord, I care about you. Whatever you think- I'm not out to get anything from you, or manipulate you, or kill you." She took a step closer, and glared up at him. "I just like to be close to you. And if you could get over your gorram paranoia, maybe you'd be able to see that." She turned on her heel and stalked away, leaving him staring after her with a slightly surprised expression on his face.
After a moment his lip curled in disgust and he turned and stormed off the other way.
(June 7, 2009 - 9:52 pm)
((*is shocked* Okay, that was... really, really sudden. Wonderful, though... now it's getting more interesting...))
"Wait, wait," Wolfbar held up a hand. "Did she just say that - are we in the same house as--?"
Belinda looked a bit discouraged. "Yes... Um, yes. Very much."
Wolfbar looked both terrified and excited. "Really? Have you seen him?"
Belinda drew out a long, shuddering breath. "Yes. In full colour... or lack of it..."
"What does he look like?"
"God help me, you're as bad as her!" Belinda looked close to tears as she stalked out of the room.
Wolfbar tried to get out of his bed- the Dark Lord! He was here! In this very house! - but found his limbs a bit stiff. He saw that younger boy outside of his door, and called him in.
"Boy," he said with relish, glad to be giving the orders to one of inferior status, "help me out of this wretched bed."
Oliver smirked a bit and held up his right arm. "There's a plus of having one's wand arm hacked off by a mad witch," he said smugly. "No one can order me to do anything."
(June 8, 2009 - 4:43 pm)
((Gah, sorry, but I was tired of waiting. He's FUN, for goodness' sake.))
Bellatrix leaned into the room, from a door opposite the one she had exited. "It's just a scratch. Quit whining. I cut off my entire hand."
"And grew it back half an hour later," retorted Oliver.
She shrugged. "Growing back appendages is painful. Also, there was no 'hacking' involved. It was a very clean job, if I do say so myself." She vanished once more.
"I really, really hate her," grumbled Oliver. "And she's been so smug, ever since... well..." He shook his head.
(June 8, 2009 - 11:43 pm)
Wolfbar blinked. he way that woman came and went in half a second... it was frightening.
"So, er, could you maybe fill me in a bit?" Wolfbar asked. "On what's been, ah, going on?"
Oliver shrugged. "The mad witch and Bells came hurtling in here on a couple of broomsticks, with Bells in hysterics and the mad witch grinning like she's all that... oh, and you were there too, of course. The mad witch started ordering Bells and I around, at which point I found it convenient to sort of disappear for awhile, so I guess Bells was in here the whole time, doing somethihng to awke you up..." He shrugged again. "Then the mad witch brought the two of us down to her basement, where there was this bizarre cauldron and stuff.. it was a bit confusing, but she did make this giant gash in my arm." He held up his head, and Wolfbar snorted at the drama. A small scratch, already healing over, was barely visible. Blood of the enemy, I suppose? he figured. Which doesn't say much for this one.
"Then she sort of, uh, cut off her hand?" Oliver continued. "Which was when Bells started looking like she was going to have a nervous breakdown... And then she made us go upstairs again, and a few minutes later we heard her laughing like some sort of maniac." He shook his head. "And then, THEN guess what came storming up the basement stairs, angry as anything?"
Wolfbar cocked his head at the door, where a black-cloaked figure was leaning nonchalantly against the frame. "Him?" he guessed.
((Is that okay? Also, does anyone else have trouble loading this on their computers?))
(June 9, 2009 - 5:08 pm)
((I'm not...))
The Dark Lord smirked. "No, boy, it was a herd of stampeding elephants."
"What?" asked Wolfbar.
"She wasn't kidding," mused the Dark Lord. "You really are thick."
Wolfbar thought that was rather unfair, what with him being the one who had grabbed the box in the first place. That was Bellatrix, he supposed, going around telling stories about people in comas just to make herself look better.
"No, she doesn't," the Dark Lord said dryly. Wolfbar jumped. "I asked, she told the truth. She doesn't, ah, 'tell stories', to use your phrase."
Wolfbar gaped at him. Idiot! he thought. He's a legillimens too, a better one than Bellatrix even. "O- of course n-n-not." Drat. "You'll forgive m-me, I, uh, I just woke up..." he trailed off, lamely.
The Dark Lord merely raised an eyebrow, and vanished back through the doorway.
Bellatrix was waiting in the corridor, arms folded, leaning back against the wall.
"Are you following me?" he asked, in almost a pleasant tone.
"At least I don't hide and skulk in the shadows when I do," she replied, equally pleasant.
His lips quirked up, barely. "I suppose..."
"So what now, my lord?" she asked.
"Patience, Bella," he said. "All good things come to those who can wait, you know."
"No, my lord," she replied as he turned to go. "All waiting gets you is the scraps fit only for the dogs."
He let out a snort of laughter and half-turned. "I'll save you the best scraps then."
"Thank you, my lord," she said dryly. "Very kind of you."
He vanished down the corridor, and Bellatrix smiled, just a little.
(June 10, 2009 - 10:01 am)
((You really are hooked on this Voldy/Bella pairing thing, I see...))
"All right..." Wolfbar muttered, "that was probably the best and most humiliating moment of my entire life..."
He tried once again to climb out of bed and was this time successful. He turned to Oliver. "What are they planning on doing now?"
Oliver was about to open his mouth to reply when Belinda appeared at the door, saving him from having to invent a response. "Both of you have to stop talking about this!" she hissed. "I just saw him nearly trip over a footstool, and he turned it into a pile of dust in a half a second, which is just more proof that he's going to cremate the two of you if he thinks you're being particularly moronic."
Oliver turned to his friend and smirked. "You're getting paranoid, Bells."
Belinda's face openly displayed terror and stress. "You would be too if you just ran away from school, spent the last month being trained by your idol- who everyone else thought was dead- dragged two of your friends to a haunted garden where you watched your best friend die"- Wolfbar saw her eyes instantly moisten- "then flew back on a wild broomstick to watch said idol raise the darkest wizard ever to live from the dead, and have since then been positively shunned by the aforementioned idol, who you just watched cut off her arm--- well, yes, Oliver, I am feeling a bit paranoid, thank you, and none of you are being particularly helpful to this situation!" She turned on her heel left the room, an awkward silence in her wake.
Alone in a crumbling manor with a psychotic love-driven Death Eater and the most evil wizard possble, and the simple-minded teenager just added an angry girl to the mix, Wolfbar thought. Nicely executed, Oliver.
(June 10, 2009 - 4:45 pm)
Um, Voldemort just doesn't seem to be very much in character. When Bellatrix contradicts him, do you really think he's going to sit there, laugh and make an affectionate joke?! I don't. And as for 'blood of the enemy,' I seem to remember him refusing to use anyone's blood but Harry Potter's. Maybe they still have the, um, well - I don't remember what it was called, but the spirit thing that was 'less than a ghost' before Voldy came back, just - well, whatever he was - but let's not have him resurrected yet. Please. Maybe, he can be convinced to use one of Harry's kids, but not Wolfbar, please! It doesn't make sense, the change is too drastic! By the way, I just noticed Wolfbar's striking resemblance to Pettigrew. So anyway, what does everyone think? Can we undo the resurrection? (I know it's not really a resurrection, but what am I supposed to call it? And what's Firefly?
(June 10, 2009 - 9:37 pm)
((Well, yeah, the first time he didn't want any blood but Harry's- but look where that got him. And I would think, after nineteen years, he'd just be desperate to have a body back and not care so much about whose blood he used.
Now, Voldy's reaction to Bella's contradiction- well, first he's bound to be in a good mood (he has a body for the first time in nineteen years) and therefore probably more tolerant of contradictions. Plus it helped he was semi-joking before (even Dark Lords have to have a sense of humor, right?).
And I do apologize. I am very, ah, hung up on this hate-love thing Voldy appeared to have with Bella (as per DH, of course). As I have mentioned it's one of my absolute favourite pairings, right up there with Sweenett, so I kind of... eh... you know? But don't you worry dear, he's going to get very, very cruel soon. :)
Also: re: resurrection: well... no... I don't wanna undo it! *sniff* And they didn't use Wolfbar, they used Oliver, who had been previously shown to, well, not really like any of them. Plus he was crushing on Dru and Bella got her killed, so... *shrug* Like I said, both Voldy and Bella were probably in a rush to get his body back, and Voldy learned his lesson about being choosey with blood after Harry's blood kept him from killing Harry. Does that make sense?
Firefly is a Space Western show that ran for 14 episodes, plus movie. It's brilliant. Check out the box set and watch it. Mal/Inara is quickly becoming one of my OTPs. Jayne/River, as well, to a lesser extent. *nodnod*))
(June 11, 2009 - 1:27 am)
((Ima, if you're offering critique, please post for your characters are well.
And Wolfbar, thank you, bears very little resemblance to Pettigrew, who was annoying and a real suck-up to Voldy. Also, Wolfbar has no remotely rodent-like characteristics. So, no, Wolfbar does not act like Pettigrew. And they used Oliver for blood of the enemy, which makes sense because he's annoyed at Bellatrix for killing his girlfriend and Voldy for messing up everybody's lives.
The VxB thing is fine, TNO (umlaut) and it's growing on me, by all means continue. I was just noting that. And yes, Ima, V may be acting a mite uncharacteristic, but it's very interesting and he is, yes, in a good mood (for the Dark Lord, anyway).
Undo the ressurection? Of course not.
We can proceed, then?))
(June 11, 2009 - 4:08 pm)
((Yes. Exactly. Also, re: BellaxVoldy: YAY!))
(June 11, 2009 - 8:26 pm)
((The only resemblance Wolfbar bears to Pettigrew is he has a tendency to stutter. He actually semi-worships the Dark Lord, as opposed to Pettigrew who was just dead scared of him. I like him a lot more than Pettigrew...
Anyway...))
//Belinda's POV//
I left the room, fighting sudden tears. The way they were acting you'd think this was an outing to a Quidditch match, or something. Drusilla had died! Didn't anyone care about that?
Bellatrix might've, I supposed, if she didn't have the Dark Lord to obsess over. Or at least she might've pretended to care.
But no, now that her precious Dark Lord was back she didn't even spare a thought for me. Didn't even think that it might be a little traumatic seeing her cut off her hand and then attack my friend.
I sighed and flopped onto a bench, shivering and trying not to cry. I'd been doing that too often lately.
"Hey."
I turned, surprised, to find the Death Eater across the hall. She crossed over to me and sat down on the bench.
"Hi..." I said. "You're talking to me now?"
"I've been busy, not avoiding you," she replied cooly. She fingered a thin, dead-white scar encircling her right hand.
"Uh-huh. You haven't stopped following him around like a sad puppy since..." I trailed off.
She just shrugged. "Nineteen years is a long time. And you could have talked to me. I would have listened."
"What do you expect me to do, just waltz up and start babbling about... about Dru while he's standing there listening?" I glared at her.
She smirked a little at that. "He doesn't exactly inspire confidence, I suppose."
"The phrase is 'scary beyond all reason', and may I say you've got to be insane for... well..."
"Loving him?" she said dryly. "You may, and I know. You get used to it, though, after a while. But don't tell him I said that."
"Wouldn't dream of it," I muttered, "but won't he know any way?"
"Not if you don't think about it," she said with a grin. I almost laughed.
(June 11, 2009 - 8:52 pm)
((Bellatrix is acting all... motherly...?))
As soon as Oliver stomped huffily out of the room, Wolfbar employed his spare time pacing around his room, muttering to himself, and gesturing insanely to thin air. "Dark Lord alive... not mad... box?... stupid teenagers... Bellatrix?... Stampeding elephants...?"
He proceeded much in this manner for an hour or so until finally glancing up to see a grandfather clock informing him that it was half past noon. He was loath to venture out of the relative security of the room, where there were, ah, evil dark wizards roamming freely around, but he hadn't eaten anything for more than a day now, and although over a month of Bellatrix's erratic dining schedule ought to have gotten to him by now, he was hungry.
He stiffly exited the room and carefully closed the door behind him, in case there was anyone left with respect for the significance of a shut door. Looking behind him every few steps, he made it down to the kitchen without incident.
"Sqwaupakawaargh!" or something to that tone was his choked response upon opening the kitchen's door and looking inside to see a figure cloaked in black. He jumped backwards hastily.
Another, "Aaaaaargh!" followed when he felt the now-familiar, thanks to Bellatrix, sensation of the Cruciatas curse course through his body. Finally he lay still on the floor, looking up into Voldemort's gleaming red eyes.
"In the name of all things evil, boy," the wizard snarled, "learn to control yourself."
Well, maybe if you didn't loiter around like that as though you're purposely trying to shock people to death, Wolfbar thought angrily, once again stupidly forgetting about Voldemort's gift with Legillimins. ((sp?))
"I'm going to pretend that I didn't hear that," Voldemort said softly, his eyes flashing dangerously. He kicked Wolfbar's prone figure and vanished once again.
(June 12, 2009 - 3:59 pm)
((Please, thread, front...))
(June 13, 2009 - 10:38 am)
((Uh-huh. I'm beginning to think she might be bipolar. *shrug* Also it's spelled Legillimens or Legillimency. Also also, I love the word loath (or loth), and no one ever uses it any more. *gives cookies*))
Wolfbar got shakily to his feet and entered the kitchen in search of food. He had just sat down with a plate of food and was beginning to eat when Bellatrix swept into the room. Wolfbar jumped as the door slammed behind her, and turned to stare at her, his eyes wild.
The Death Eater just shot him a disdainful look and continued to the other side of the kitchen.
"Are you eating now?" he asked grumpily.
"I've been eating," she replied. "And it's really none of your concern." She snatched up an apple- Wolfbar noted idly that there seemed to be an endless supply of apples in the Lestrange manor- and pulled a small straight razor out of some pocket or another. With a practiced air she flicked the razor open and cut a thin slice out of the apple.
Wolfbar stared. "You cut your apples? What's wrong with just... munching?"
Bellatrix shrugged, ate the slice, and cut another. "Again, it's really none of your concern." She leaned back against the counter as she spoke.
"She's paranoid," came the Dark Lord's voice. He strode back into the kitchen, carrying a newspaper.
"No more than you, my lord," she replied sweetly. "Rather less than you, in fact. What's with the paper?"
He tossed it to her. Bellatrix caught it deftly.
"Page four," he said, leaning against the wall and vanishing into the shadows almost entirely.
The Death Eater spread the paper out on the counter, flipping to the correct page. She read for a moment, a crooked grin spreading slowly over her features. As she finished she let out a short, harsh laugh.
"What?" asked Wolfbar. She tossed him the paper; he made a valiant effort to catch it, but ended up having to reach under the table for it. Behind him the Dark Lord snickered.
The source of Bellatrix's amusement appeared to be a brief feature covering the great distress of the Hogwarts staff; it seemed a student had been killed and the infamous Death Eater, Bellatrix Lestrange, was the Ministry's chosen scapegoat; parents were screaming for her blood and a kind of witch hunt was sweeping the country. Security around Azkaban had been tightened twofold.
Wolfbar glanced up at the Death Eater. She raised her eyebrows in reply and cut another slice from the apple.
"Quite a stunt," the Dark Lord said, sounding amused. "Well-timed, too."
"Though the timing was entirely coincidental, my lord," Bellatrix replied.
The Dark Lord shrugged, and crossed to her. "That doesn't change the fact that your appearance in Hogsmede was well timed. Just makes you lucky." His long fingers snatched the slice of apple from her fingers, and he vanished out the door, leaving Bellatrix to stare after him with a slight smile, and Wolfbar to stare at Bellatrix with his mouth hanging open slightly.
(June 13, 2009 - 9:09 pm)
In an attempt to re-spark intrest in what is actually going on at Hogwarts and to keep this from turning into a fanfiction about Bella/Voldy, I volunteer my services as a Hogwarts student to replace missing people. Say, Keira, for instance. Oh, wait, she died.... Or one of the other students. Let me know if you find an adequate position!
(June 13, 2009 - 1:36 pm)