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       sheâs a daughter of the noble and most ancient house of black, she shouldnât be at a party in the forbidden forest drinking f i r e w h i s k y . NO, daughters of the house of black sit in their gowns in candlelit dining rooms sipping blood red wine out of dainty crystal glasses. they never get flushed from the wine, never get tipsy and they CERTAINLY donât get D R U N K . but here she was, and thereâs a cup of rum & something in her hand, and a smile thatâd never be there sober on her face. and sheâs happy, fuck sheâs happy. and before she can stop it a laugh, a real LAUGH escaped her lips and then she felt someones eyes on her. meeting their gaze she tried to put her mask back on but the c o l d look kept melting â canât i enjoy the party too? â but without the look her voice faltered.
As the eldest daughter of the House of Black, there were certain things that were expected of Bellatrix. If her parents knew where she was, they would be disappointed for sure. But, the way she saw it, she was Head Girl, and it was her duty to keep an eye on things to make sure nothing got out of hand. Not that she planned on doing that, but it would make a good excuse if they were ever to find out.Â
Spotting a familiar face among the crowd, Bellatrix approached her youngest sister. âOf course you can enjoy it, Cissa, I never said that you couldnât. But must you get drunk to enjoy yourself?âÂ


















