I am leaving for 3-4 days.I'll be back soon. Don't cry too much.

re: His Penumbra: I finished reading all six chapters yesterday. "Have some sharp knifes ready, won't you?" *anxiously waiting for chapter 7*

@Claire S. and Tiffany W.: Glad you guys made some OCs! Can't wait for when you start posting! :D

I'm writing Rita right now, as I'm brain-dead when it comes to ideas for Narcissa.

Rita Skeeter stood in the middle of the train corridor, her nose buried in Fit du Proccesit Animagus. But she wasn't reading.

"I heard he's starting some sort of cult," Alican Pringle hissed to her friend a few feet away from Rita who was listening intently.

"Well I heard that he has some sort of cannibalistic infatuation with half-bloods," Alican's friend- was that Naomi Caledon?- stated. "And you know what else I heard? That Narcissa Black is 'involved' with a Muggle. From France," Alican scoffed.

"Narcissa Black is a third-year and thinks herself too high and mighty for any pure-blood, much less a Muggle. You know what el-" Alican stopped mid-sentence, noticing Rita for the first time. "Oh. Hullo, Rita. Didn't see you there. Um, you didn't here anything, did you?" Rita looked up from her book, an expression of innocent beffudlement written on her face. 

"Pardon me?" she asked sweetly.

"Get off it, Skeeter," Naomi snapped. "Everyone knows how much of a-" Naomi said a few unlady-like Muggle phrases. "-you are. Why you were Sorted into Ravenclaw, I don't know; you're as bad as those Slytherins!" Rita scowled.

"Caledon, you shouldn't be talking," Rita retaliated. "Which ones of us snuck a love potion to Elbert Davies in their third Year, hm?" Alican gasped and Naomi flushed.

"I'd watch your back if I were you," Naomi muttered before running away and into a separate carriage. Alican was still frozen, however, gawking at Rita.

"Love potion?" she gasped finally. "Elbert. Davies?" Rita just smirked a knowing smirk.

"Maybe, maybe not," she said teasingly before walking further down the corridor, taking up the facade of reading once more while doing so.

"-and they meet in secret in the Shrieking Shack," someone said, not noticing the new arrival.

Rita turned to a new page. 

((If I wrote Narcissa Malfoy anywhere instead of Narcissa Black, please pardon the mistake. It's become a nasty habit for some reason. APC says pipi. Pip pip, maybe? Well, cheerio then!)) 

I hate to say this, but I realized I can't participate in this anymore.  This is not an excuse.  I need to go off the cb for a while because there are too many things going on in my life and I don't have time.  I'm going away soon as well. 

I'm sorry.  It looks really cool so far and I really wish I was able to be Andromeda Black and contribute to this RP : ( 

@TNO-Ok, I'll post that Bellatrix story when I get back on the cb: ) But I'm trying to get a good chunk of it down before showing it to anyone.  It's awful right now and you wouldn't want to see it.

Felicity sat on the bench. No one was in the compartment. But that was how she liked it. Alone. Unless it was Tom Riddle. She wanted to go see if he had room. But she didn't have the courage. But being so close to him for the whole ride. She had spent 7 years spinning lies so she could be with her house. She hated that stupid hat. Putting a mudblood in Slytherin. What did I do to deserve this? A boy in Slytherin walks in. He must be a second year. His hair looks greasy, and his robes are old and worn out. His nose is long and greasy. Her eyebrow raises. It would scare most children his age but he doesn't seem to care. He puts his luggage up in the compartment and sits down. Soon after a young girl rushes into the compartment. Her eyes are puffy, and she's been crying recently.

"Sev! Come on! Please?" 

The boy sighs, and moves over. She smiles and puts her luggage up. Soon, they're talking. 

Felicity takes her book out. How to Tell Lies. Thats all I do nowdays. Why did I have to be a stupid Mudblood?  Her thoughts quickly drifted to that Riddle boy.

What little remained of Bellatrix's composure evaporated into nothing when Tom finally, finally looked at her. He was smiling, slightly, an expression that didn't quite reach his icy blue eyes. "Shall we?" he said, gesturing back towards the train. Bellatrix, feeling oddly as though she was being strangled, managed to nod, and she tottered after him as he strode through the milling crowd. As they stepped onto the train and started down the packed corridor, she managed to get her breathing more or less under control.

Tom wove his way through the throngs of babbling students in complete silence, and Bellatrix, gripped by a sudden, bizarre need to have some kind of conversation, found herself telling him about her father's increasingly vocal opinions in regards to the Ministry, about Aunt Walburga's gentle decline into senility, about how Sirius had taken to hanging about in some awful muggle district and how Regulus was terrified he'd be sorted into Gryffindor too--

"Be quiet, Bella," Tom snapped suddenly. Bellatrix's mouth snapped shut almost before she had time to fully process what he'd said. She felt the back of her neck growing uncomfortably warm as she mumbled an apology.

Tom didn't say anything else, just gestured her into the currently empty prefects' car at the front of the train. Bellatrix sat down in the far corner, staring at him despite her best efforts not to. When he settled into the seat next to her, it was all Bellatrix could do not to grin triumphantly.

She watched him as the door slid open to admit one of the new Ravenclaw prefects. Tom murmured a greeting, and Bellatrix made a monumental effort to tear her gaze away from his face to do the same.

Dont die! SAD!!!

So does Tom tolerate her? I need to know before I post.