#bella001

Andromeda could say a lot of things about her sisters. She could say they were brash, and aggressive. She could say that to those who saw Narcissa as selfish and Bella as vindictive—they were right. But they were wrong. Her sisters were also warm. Accepting of her softer nature, one to stand aside, play the shadow in their story. Andromeda felt no safer in the middle of an argument, situated by the two people who would always defend her, stand before her if she ever felt fear become suffocating. Bella, more than anything, had been the guard Andromeda needed. The spine that didn’t stand on its own, the idealistic person she should’ve been.

Playing two sides of a coin still flipping in the air without landing was mentally and emotionally draining. That she couldn’t find her footing was even more so. Wasn’t that why she sought out Bella? Something regained as a reminder to why she was staying. She loved her sisters. She loved being Bella’s sister—without the atrocities of whatever else followed Bellatrix Black’s name about. Entering the portrait hole to Slytherin Common room, the Astronomy club having run late due to Andromeda’s need to simply linger under the stars. How fairing it was that she too found delight in darkness. Not the same as her sister.

She wasn’t deluded. To say the Blacks weren’t involved in the regime of the Dark Lord was as ridiculous to say House Elves were paid for their hard work. The idea simply didn’t exist. Not in the real world. Not in her world. And as she thought it, eyes settled on the sister she sought. The smile rose—something so rare, treasured and stolen only through moments with her older sister. “What’re you doing up?” She asked, approaching Bella on the spacious leather couch, illuminated by flickers of green and silver around them. “It’s late, Bella. We have classes tomorrow, you should be in bed.” Not that she minded.

Andromeda’s gentleness was heightened around Bella, sitting right next to her sister, as he her head fell onto Bella’s shoulder. “Mother wouldn’t want us setting such a terrible example for Cissy.” She whispered, staring at the dying fire. This—this was where she felt safest. In the arms of family. Andromeda couldn’t seek out Sirius so easily, but Bella was on the same playing field as her cousin. On the same ground that, if Andromeda fell, she knew Bella would catch her. Not that she would ever tell her sister any comparison from their ‘former’ cousin.

@thisbrutalbelle

       Of all the vampiric skills Bellamy had been gifted the least worked on was her sight. While other vampires seemed capable of running at this ridiculous speeds and keeping track of everything around them Bella was likely to stumble when she was going at a slow human pace. Obviously she could have practiced but she also had no idea how to. Bella learning how to be a vampire from herself was just a bunch of trial and error, mostly error, and so often she would get frustrated and abandon her efforts.

      In this case Bella was distracted trying to find her Starbucks cup from within her purse so that those at Beam Me Up would be able to put her drink in it. Like making the drink in the first place, a pink drink she’d stolen from the massive brand and insisted the smaller one do, they likely did not enjoy having a different sized cup to work out the measurements for things. Yet they did it because she was the Boss’ boyfriend’s kid…of sorts and she was super fucking annoying when she wanted to be and it was easier just to say yes.

     As she was about to enter, so distracted by her search, she walked into a taller man - even with her Balenciaga heels Bella only stood at 5′5. Ready immediately to apologise as she heard the sound of coffee fall all over him she was halted by the term ‘bitch’ being directed at her. It was a word Bella threw around rather carelessly about herself and before taking some time to herself threw around at everyone else with as much ease as this man was. She should have taken it in her stride, knowing she shouldn’t sink to the level she had once been, but god did she hate when men used such words against women with a casual sort of hate.

      “Oh no,” she let out with a heavy level of sarcasm. “A trip to the dry cleaners, may as well be walking across fire and fucking brimstone.” With a role of her eyes one hand held the large Starbucks cup she had pulled from her Birkin, staring daggers at him. “After all. going to the dry cleaners is as difficult a task as what? Let me think, waiting for someone to apologise before spewing out insults? Unfortunately, I could give a shit now about your basic fucking look being destroyed and it is basic.” Even though Bella could not determine the brand of a white shirt she could obviously rather easily tell the brand of his glasses and his purse, obviously they were fine enough brands but it was about pairing things. Currently his look was more Ryan Murphy than Marc Jacobs to her. “Not even worth a trip to the dry cleaners, bitch.”

Nathaniel looked up from the stain on his shirt to the small figure standing in front of him. There, standing in front of him, looking just a little too pompous for his taste looking as if the town belonged to her. He made a face when the woman expected him to apologise when she was obviously in the wrong here. And she had the audacity to call him basic?! When what she was wearing only scream basic from afar? Ugh, the audacity of this bitch.

“You’re calling me basic?” Nathaniel scoffed, rolling his eyes at the woman, “have you looked at yourself in the mirror, honey?” He tched, and made a show of judging her outfit from top to toe. Admittedly what she was wearing was more than what he would have expected from a small town girl, and he would have complimented her on her good taste had he been in a better mood. Maybe. And yes, he admitted that he wasn’t looking his best either (which he was thankful for, because if not he’d make a bigger deal if his more designer clothes were stained), but he had the mindset that the people of this town simply didn’t deserve his best look. No. Those are served only for the people that mattered, and the people in this circus town definitely did not.

At least that was what he told himself, but the woman didn’t have to know that.

So he did what he had always done before; by being petty and dig as low as he could at the other. “Did your daddy help his little girl pick that cute dress and pay for them too? Or did you just wave your daddy’s card around town? Wait, I guess you’ll have to go online shopping for those outfit to go together. It’s very,” he paused for theatrical effect before he continued, “cute.”