Post by BELLATRIX DRUELLA BLACK on Apr 10, 2012 20:08:24 GMT
bellatrix druella black
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full name: bellatrix druella black
age: seventeen
year: seventh
birthday: november 19
blood line: pureblood
occupation: student
house: slytherin
alias: zoe
gender: female
rp sample: The very second that James raised his wand, Alecto’s eyes lit up. It was the first real sign of anger that she’d gotten from the Gryffindor, and she was loving every single second of it. She loved the fact that it was because of her that he was so angry. She knew that it was her own words that had triggered something inside him to make him act like this. She smirked as he spoke to her, and raised his wand. She’d had wands from some of the worst Death Eaters pointed at her, and several times, the Dark Lord himself had cursed her. Not a pleasant experience and not something she’d willingly enter into again. Still, the point was, she really wasn’t phased by the fact his wand was pointing at her, and her own wand was still residing in her pocket. “What are you going to do about it James? Curse me?” she asked in an innocent voice, which really didn’t suit her personality. She had used his first name deliberately to wind him up even further. Alecto was interested in how far she could push him until he cracked. It was just a game for her.
She smirked proudly when he called a bitch. While it was quite the opposite reaction you’d expect from anybody else, Alecto loved being called a bitch. It was exactly what she was, no denying it. She didn’t care what other people thought, she didn’t care about other people in general, her number one priority was always herself. However, her smirk slid off her face as he continued to speak. She narrowed her eyes, ignoring his question. She didn’t want to get herself in a heated argument about whether or not she was jealous. A rather unnecessary emotion anyway, or so the Dark Lord said. You could have anything you wanted, as long as you were willing to trample on enough people to get it. “You think a lot of yourself don’t you Potter?” she asked her voice mocking and sarcastic. “You’ll have to be careful, or your inflated head won’t fit through the door. It’s a very close fit as it is.” She smirked, the idea of James Potter with a ridiculously inflated head was rather amusing to her. Maybe she’d keep it in mind if she got really bored one day. But then again, maybe she would try it out on his little follower first, Pettigrew. He didn’t seem to defend himself from anything, whether it be verbal or physical attacks.
Alecto’s eyes once again lit up when James cried out in pain. She had always enjoyed the sound of people being in pain, even when she was a little girl, and her brother had broken his leg. She had stood there, listening to his screams for several minutes, before realizing she should probably tell somebody that her brother had just fallen out of a tree. And what was even better was knowing that she had caused that pain. Alecto had a rather twisted mind, distorted by hours of Death Eater meetings, and now it was slowly getting worse. Dragged out of her thoughts by the sound of his voice, she just managed to grab her wand out of her pocket and cast a shield charm before he finished the releasing charm. Which was a rather good thing, when you were forced to let go of something, your arm often stung for a while. Not particularly painful, but it was definitely better to go without it. Still, she did let go of his hand. “Are we using wands now Potter? You better be careful, your friends aren’t here to save you now.”
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