Soaring High

where : the charms corridor

Rarely was Bellatrix found within the charms corridor at this stage, no longer needing the class. Her path had lead her down a different path. No other intention than waiting on a friend had brought her down the familiar halls, a tale of so long ago. Had it not been for the noise of a crashing being, body hitting the floor, chances were she'd not have paid mind to the others roaming the corridor at all. Like so many other times before, Bellatrix saw no benefit within the presence of most until her eyes fell upon Peter Pettigrew.

the french ministry, how fitting, rita thinks at least. bellatrix would fit in nicely, she wagers. it seemed bellatrix had a strong grasp at least on what she wanted to do, and definitely didn't seem unattainable. rita never learned to go after what she wanted, was always hindered; even if she has dreams, they were out of her grasp. at least that was what she was taught growing up.

It was almost easier said than done. Bellatrix had spent years figuring out the place in the world she wanted to call her own, influenced by her family and the legacy of a whole dynasty of purebloods. Of course, no matter the dream, at the end of the day it was her parents decision. Should they decided upon something specific, the witch was going to follow their plans. Unlike some people within her family, Bellatrix knew when to stop putting herself first.

How many times in the past had she looked upon that silly smirk, determined to wipe it off his face. A part of her had always dared hope that one day Sirius would grow up into someone aware of his mistakes, but each step along the path had shown her that no such could ever happen. "This is what you call more?" The witch felt anger, disappointment mix with the ever so old fear of her own sorting ceremony. No, Sirius had proven to be nothing but a reminder of all that gone wrong, a path that she herself had been all too close. "You lack a family, you lack a name. You've thrown away decades and centuries of tradition in favor being known as a troublemaker." Blue eyes scanned his face, the bitterness evident within her orbs. "Thinking for yourself? Pathetic to believe that the rest of us lack ability to think for ourselves. There's a difference between free will and stupidity. You have chosen the latter, clearly."

where: the room of requirement. who: bellatrix; @bellaaegis.

Every now and then, when sleep wouldn't come easy because her mind was filled with the events of a day or the ideas threatening to spill over, the witch would instead of make use of her time by sneaking around the castle. Ever so often she would find herself climbing the astronomy tower, the easiest access of fresh air within the castle at such an odd hour. Bellatrix knew how to avoid to be seen, had gotten used to sneaking around as early as one could even consider the idea of.

When Regulus heard Bella behind him he was hit with a mix of relief and worry. He didn't have a problem with his older cousin, not in the slightest really, he admired her a great deal even. It was because of how much he looked up to her that her presence when he was struggling so badly was a problem.

Regulus had always been the favorite cousin, easily beating Sirius. A gut feeling that eventually proved to be more than correct when the other had decided that bringing shame upon the family name was more important than the family left behind. Of course, the view her cousin may have had on the matter did not matter all in that moment. No, instead she was left with the better of the two, the one she actually saw a connection with. The bonds of family were not as easily broken as that lion-chasing coward made it out to be. "Well, I suppose we'll have to find the one factor that will make it stand out."

when: September 1978 where: office of the dueling club's faculty supervisor  who: Alice and @bellaaegis

There were many rare treasures within the world but none of them rarer than the one thing, unspoken yet all the more real for it, shared between them. No, it would never be voiced out loud and yet the one thing Alice and Bellatrix had in common, the only thing they ever could have in common, was their view on just who should have been in charge of a club such as the dueling one. It had never been a secret to the Slytherin that Alice believed herself worthier of the position, but until the professors had graced them with the presence and forced upon them the one solution neither of them could ever see to be the best. "Of course. I wouldn't dare be an obstacle to making this club what it should be."

an open starter for anyone death eater-aligned where: the hallow's eve fair what: regarding the latest hogwarts howl update on the situation at gringott's bank

Bellatrix had been observing the chaos around her, the streets filled with those celebrating. The sheer amount of people unable to hold their liquor, or seemingly not caring about it, it was simply too amusing. No words could have described how much joy was added to the mix when her ears picked up on Alecto's voice out of all those near her. "Indeed, such a pity. Then again, you'd be surprised what gets people to react. Perhaps this was just what everyone needed to open their eyes to what is around them." Not to say that people were blind but Bellatrix very much doubted anyone had paid mind to things until now.

Regulus didn't share the same soft spot for events such as this that his cousin did, he despised them actually. They were really just too loud for his liking. People tended to act significantly stupider than they usually did (which was saying something) and it got on his nerves more than anything. He felt significantly more comfortable in his outfit as Salazar over the Hades costume he had earlier. It didn't stand out nearly as much and it matched the way he wanted to present himself a lot more. He was in the middle of looking through one of the stalls when he hears the familiar voice of his cousin and just out of sheer habit alone Regulus makes a point to stand up straighter, look more put together than he had. It's not like Bellatrix was one to really snap at him for such things, but family was difficult and she was family. At her request he nods his head and begins to walk alongside her. "Yeah it...Honestly it was just a bit much, wasn't it?" He isn't going to tell her the truth, he's not going to let on that he changed only because he has accidentally matched with Emmeline of all people. "It was meant to be Hades, you know, god of the underworld," he explains with a shrug. "No one did anything, I just didn't really care for it. What about you, what are you supposed to be?"

The witch was all the more comfortable at such an event than her cousin ever had been, yet never would she have dared to make a comment about it. Despite her innermost wish to uphold tradition and certain other aspects and rules that had been ingrained within her, Bella couldn't judge one for being more quiet than most. Not everyone was meant for celebrations and the loud noise of a festival. There was no harm done with that. "Hades? How fitting." She smirked at him and she moved on to the next stall.