#bellatrix.

Acreditem ou não: Alvah era um homem que apreciava boa música e dança. Todas as finas artes, na verdade, lhe chamavam bastante a atenção. Acreditava que isso era porque seus gostos particulares eram dignos dos de um Sultão, não por possuir algum tipo de “veia artística”. As aulas de dança e etiqueta que entrou de penetra em seus tempos em Aggrabah valiam à pena em momentos como aqueles: Em que observava Belle French, sem um par em meio à uma multidão de bailarinos que já se organizava em pares para a próxima música. Se havia algo que Jafar adorava fazer, era encontrar situações oportunas para conseguir se impor, conquistar um pouco mais da influência que havia lhe sido roubada. E como não acreditar que aquilo seria uma ocasião perfeita, se a proximidade dos corpos e palavras baixas pudessem se camuflar na música lenta e disfarçar algumas ameaças veladas? ❛❛ —- Noite mágica, não acha? ❜❜ ele perguntou assim que estava próximo o suficiente para ser ouvido. Com a voz rastejante e teatral, o adjetivo irônico soou brincalhão. Então, o juiz estendeu uma mão à repórter, convidativo, esperando que Bellatrix a tomasse para que pudessem dançar juntos. ❛❛ —- Me acompanha nesta dança, senhorita Andrews? ❜❜

#POV: YOU STOP THE GUY YOU LIKE BEFORE HIM DEPARTING BECAUSE YOU NEED TO TELL HIM HOW YOU FEEL. -- @shebcauty​​

Alvah tinha noção, àquela altura, que os ônibus que diziam circular para fora de Storybrooke não eram nada além de perfumaria. Tinha consciência, sim, que se tentasse embarcar em algum deles, seria impedido por alguma força do destino, alguma coincidência que “só poderia acontecer com ele, mesmo!”, e coisas desse tipo. Ainda assim, uma tristeza absurda assolava seu coração naquele dia que parecia estar sendo movido por uma montanha-russa de sentimentos esquisitos. Sequer sabia o porquê de ser o último na fila do ônibus, sendo que aquele era o tipo perfeito de situação para poder utilizar de sua boa fama de juiz e conseguir entrar na frente dos outros cidadãos. Sequer sabia o porquê da fila estar demorando tanto. Mas quando enfim chegou a sua vez, sentiu uma mão o puxando pelo pulso, o impedindo de embarcar. ❛❛ —- Senhorita Andrews. ❜❜ o sobrenome dito tão formalmente parecia carregar uma mágoa esquisita. Haviam brigado? Por que ela parecia tão desesperada?  ❛❛ —- O que está fazendo aqui? ❜❜

Meet CLARISSA ALIGHERI. They are of UNKNOWN age and origin. Clarissa embodies the star, BELLATRIX. They use she/her pronouns and are currently employed as a CRYSTELLARIUM RESEARCHER at the CELATHERS RESEARCH INSTITUTION.Their faceclaim is KEELEY HAWES.

Bellatrix reminds me of ;ethality: scariest when it is quiet and unexpected. neatly-ironed suits and all your ducks in a row; your sister has always been chaos, and as no god can handle her, they must create you and name you order. mouth creasing in displeasure until it is a frown, fault-lines of annoyance in flesh. meticulously organised notes. a reputation of whispers from someone you used to be, and a sense that you could be — still — at a moment’s notice. .

BIOGRAPHY

They do not know where they come from, and it is in the family’s interest — if not theirs — that it stays as such. The most prolific ‘Alighieri’ is Clarissa’s sister Lysandra ( who chose the moniker ) but — however 'independent’ she may pride herself on being — Lysandra wouldn’t be Lysandra without Clarissa.

The two are not twins ( this much they know ) but they bicker as though they are, the same younger-older argument borne out through the centuries with a mother who refuses to answer. ( They have always been waiting upon the Cain instinct to find the truth. But neither one has died yet. )

Their mother, Chiara ( a truly fearsome woman ) pit them against each other — it was always a tradition in their family — in the aim of making them stronger. So Clarissa fostered a burgeoning duelling ability — and could take credit for her sister’s competence in that regard, certainly — and Lysandra taught her a confidence she still carries today. 

So the skill her sister now has with magic comes from an upbringing they barely remember, but the skills are muscle memory, and why? Clarissa, bearer of the mark of Bellatrix.

But what has Clarissa been doing? How has she been spending her time? Well, she’s spent it in her own way: moving from duelling club to duelling club ( legal, underground, she was never fussy ) to make a name for herself as the most notorious of duellists, particularly known for honing crystals for more offensive use as well as… her own particular flair.

In the duelling ring she is known as Nemesis, goddess of revenge against hubris — it has always made her chuckle — and she has made many regret thoughtlessly challenging her. Particularly her sister, when she needs to remember who knows — and taught her — every trick in the book. Duelling is a craft to Clarissa Alighieri, and she takes it deadly seriously.

Not that you’d know. In fact, when she’s not working at the institute researching into crystals, Clarissa runs an (illegal) duelling ring — sort of Fight Club-esque, first rule of fight club everybody — from the basement of her home. 

( Which her sister’s gifts paid for. She has never been allowed to forget this. )

It’s moved from city to city for many years, some of its more seasoned practitioners having come from days in Paris, or Berlin. However, on the surface, Clarissa is her sister’s polar opposite: calm as the surface of a pond to hide the fire within, spick-and-span and hardworking, and scolding of her sister’s habits. Which isn’t… always false.

INCLINATION

Bellatrix, Latin for “the female warrior,” is just as formidable as her name might suggest. Bellatrix’s prowess is in offensive magic, and Bellatrix chooses a very powerful warrior of offensive magic. While former Bellatrix have varied in element and personality, Bellatrix does take great care to only sponsor those who show aptitude for dueling and spellwork. Bellatrix can always fall back on charms, and may be a decent conjurer as well. If you’re in the midst of a battle of some kind, you certainly do not want Bellatrix to be your opponent.

CONNECTIONS

Filling the role of Carter MacArthur’s Mentor.

Clients: Usually people with a need to get out their anger, or simply a curiosity about just how far their power goes; they frequent Clarissa’s duelling club, and whether that’s a good or bad thing for them is up to the mun.

Best Friend: Someone Clarissa’s just honest, and herself with, about how much she knows about her life. She’s definitely a lot less comfortable than Lysandra about not knowing the absolute specifics of where she was born & other such details.

The castle was in chaos, much like Evan’s mind. The Marauders were back, or so he’d heard as pretty much everyone was talking about the annoying Gryffindor boys. God, he hated things like gossip, even that annoying girl Bertha had come rushing up to him asking him to sign some petition of hers. He’d ignored her but from that exchanged he’d learned what kind of ridiculous information was fluttering about. All utterly stupid but the chaos did release him from some of his worries, particularly those of Andromeda and Rosamund. But now he’d had enough of the whispers, and he retreated towards the Slytherin common room, recovering the password from an underclassman.

Here, no one cared about things relating to blood traitor gossip. Here his only worry was about his particular inaction, something that maybe he could get more away from if he acted like the grumpy seventh year he was. He plopped down on one of the coaches in the room, noticing that he didn’t see Lucius anywhere. Instead, he found the familiar figure of his eldest cousin, sitting on the chair next to where he’d sat, noticing that his fear of her was lessened. Maybe Andromeda’s words had comforted him slightly by her reassurances that she didn’t hate him, or maybe it was his newfound disinterest in what the other Death Eater’s thought anymore. There was a familiar air around her, the one he’d gotten used to while growing up and while she very well may threaten his life if he continued to be so, useless, as his father put it, it was at least something familiar. “Bellatrix, I see Andromeda and Narcissa aren’t with you.” He wanted to unload his thoughts, wondering if it was helpful or smart to confide in his cousin. She actually might be helpful in this situation. “Did uh, Andy say anything over break?”

#6: seduce, steal from, serenade

When she dies I don't know how I'm going to live.