Post by balthazaroharaxan on May 3, 2012 0:34:55 GMT
If there was one thing Balthazar couldn't stand, it was a mudblood. He could swear the had a smell to them. A dirty, horrible scent like dragon dung left out in sun for days and days. Or maybe they smelled like compost or rotten eggs. Whatever they smelled like, Balthazar was certain they had one. He acted like they did. He'd taken great care in finding out the backgrounds of as many students as possible. He knew the mudbloods by name and by face and he took great care in treating them special. Meaning he stole from them most often.
Balthazar's vivid green eyes were focused on his spoils for that day. He'd stolen a lot of things and since he wasn't an idiot, he made sure he was never in the same place twice when he stole things and never stole from the same person in one day. Unless they deserved it, because let's face it, the man loved a challenge. Spread out before him was a pendant, a cheap, ugly thing. He pried open the locket and sneered at the photo inside. The ugly mudblood with its parents! As if those hideous mugs belonged anywhere but six feet under the earth. He set it aside and took out a bag of money this time, it wasn't much but hey who was he to turn down free money? This one, he'd stolen from a half-blood girl who was stupid enough to bump into him and soil his clothes!
He took out a huge box of sweets from his knapsack next, it was a mix of very fine chocolates, cheaper sweets and little home made treats. Stolen from the stupid mudblood Lloyd Irving. Along with something else that caught his eye. It was a package, lovingly wrapped in colorful paper. The tag read 'Thought you might like this. Share the sweets with your friends love mom and dad' He threw the card into the fire and opened the package.
"Well now....what do we have he-" the entrance swung open and his swift hands snatched the box, putting it under the couch for the time being. But it was only Bellatrix. "Hey Bellatrix." He said with a smirk, "Ye want ta see what I stole from the mudblood Irving?" He asked, holding up the sweets "I'll share them with ye." His Irish accent was thick on his lips as he showed her the box "Here. Help yerself lass." He said, setting the box on the table and then taking out the package from under the couch.
"I took this too. Look wha's inside." and he lifted out a stack of muggle comics with a sneer, "Should we no' burn 'em and save the world from even more muggle filth?" He asked, "Or do ye think I can sell these to the idjit and see how much he'll pay?" he said with a laugh.
Balthazar's vivid green eyes were focused on his spoils for that day. He'd stolen a lot of things and since he wasn't an idiot, he made sure he was never in the same place twice when he stole things and never stole from the same person in one day. Unless they deserved it, because let's face it, the man loved a challenge. Spread out before him was a pendant, a cheap, ugly thing. He pried open the locket and sneered at the photo inside. The ugly mudblood with its parents! As if those hideous mugs belonged anywhere but six feet under the earth. He set it aside and took out a bag of money this time, it wasn't much but hey who was he to turn down free money? This one, he'd stolen from a half-blood girl who was stupid enough to bump into him and soil his clothes!
He took out a huge box of sweets from his knapsack next, it was a mix of very fine chocolates, cheaper sweets and little home made treats. Stolen from the stupid mudblood Lloyd Irving. Along with something else that caught his eye. It was a package, lovingly wrapped in colorful paper. The tag read 'Thought you might like this. Share the sweets with your friends love mom and dad' He threw the card into the fire and opened the package.
"Well now....what do we have he-" the entrance swung open and his swift hands snatched the box, putting it under the couch for the time being. But it was only Bellatrix. "Hey Bellatrix." He said with a smirk, "Ye want ta see what I stole from the mudblood Irving?" He asked, holding up the sweets "I'll share them with ye." His Irish accent was thick on his lips as he showed her the box "Here. Help yerself lass." He said, setting the box on the table and then taking out the package from under the couch.
"I took this too. Look wha's inside." and he lifted out a stack of muggle comics with a sneer, "Should we no' burn 'em and save the world from even more muggle filth?" He asked, "Or do ye think I can sell these to the idjit and see how much he'll pay?" he said with a laugh.