On the prowl

[bellatrix]

Prowling around the corridors, for that's really the only way to describe Bellatrix Black's walk, unless creepy and sadistic does a better job....Trix turned a corner and stopped, leaning her rigid back up against a painting, who muffled some string of profanities behind her. She paid it absolutely no mind, seeing as of course, it wasn't worth any of her precious time. A Saturday left spent doing hardly anything was a very rare thing with Bellatrix these days. Usually she was continuously busy, and hardly had any time for her own friends, not to mention the many on her torture list.

However, somehow, in a weird pull of events, Bellatrix was left nothing to do except relax and observe other people. Everyone knows Trix just didn't relax, so here she was, watching their actions, waiting for one comment that should have been left as a whisper before she pounced. She let out a delicate yawn and put her hand over her mouth, resting her head completely against the brick. Trix's hair, was never something to go unnoticed. She ratted it so it had more volume, and it had plenty to begin with. A clip was up on top of her pile of black billowing hair, a bright green one to add to the effect. Watching a young Gryffindor walk by she stuck her foot out, watching as the little boy tripped over himself. How boring.

In a way, she was sort of on a mission. Sent on a prowl around the school to make sure no one was making plans against the Dark Lord, or anything of the sort. Of course people were against it, they were all stupid that way. But, she had a keen sense that something else was lurking by those pathetically horrified faces. She pulled out a mirror momentarily, patting about her face to make sure it was perfectly flawless, adding that wicked look for good measure. Running her long pale fingers down the side of her clothes, Bellatrix burned holes through the next people who came by. Merlin, someone needed to save her from this boredom.

[aislinghallorin]

Aisling was elated. She couldn't exactly tell you why she felt this way, but random happiness was the best kind, was how she considered it. With such a high spirits, she had made the decision that the day should not be wasted away in the library(Blasphemy! screamed a part of her, but she brushed it away). Some of the House team were supposed to have a unofficial practice today, wasn't that right? Humming something tuneless, she quickened her step, hoping she wasn't missing much.

Sadly, all things come to an end, and while Aisling's mood did not, it was dampened a bit by one particular Slytherin. Now, Aisling didn't consider herself biased house-wise, but this particular snake had the singular ability to send her wanting to run far, far away. With a sudden, rather intense interest in the floor, she made even faster as she neared Bellatrix, and tried to move toward the far wall. Maybe she'd be lucky, and one of those searing glares would gloss right over her. However, she wasn't the type of person you would ever call lucky; clumsy people rarely are. This fact was magnified by the large group of Slytherins that seemingly apparated into the Hallway, with the sole purpose of pushing her into Bellatrix's personal space.

Aisling let out a frustrated sigh, and then immediately one of unpleasant surprise as she realised exactly where she'd been shoved. One never wants to linger when they find themselves facing the glare of one Bellatrix Black, but one also knows better than to scurry off without a word. At least, that's what Aisling's very selective conscience knows, and curses her manners before smiling timidly at the older girl. "Why, ah, hello, Bellatrix! Nice meeting you here in the, uh. Corridors and...such." Aisling hated the way she spoke around her; not like some babbling idiot, but it always took her a moment to not sound so, like a scared rabbit. Gazing up at the unfriendly face, she could only be thankful that she hadn't actually tripped onto her.

[bellatrix]

Bellatrix's high held posture and face glowered down at Aisling; her normal every day look still gave off the 'I could rip your throat out' impression. Her arms were folded loosely across her waist in a casual and comfortable stance. Several people dodged the pair, while a few others stopped a safe distance off to see what Trix would do. For some reason, she was a level of interest to quite a few, all waiting to see who she would strike at. "Why are you talking to me?" The pureblood princess looked apalled that she would even think to look at her, let alone try and mumble out a couple of sentences.

Brushing her hair back over her shoulders, she surveyed the girl. Hufflepuff. Hmph. This girl she knew slightly, but little of really. She seemed very caught up in her own fantasy world where everything was pretty and quaint. How foolish the child was, to think that that was really how the way things were. "Ais something, I do believe. My memory is esquiste, but I don't socialize with Hufflepuffs, so it's only natural." The young girl had several friends, they usually surrounded her, but where were they now? To pass the time for Bellatrix, she was just going to have to do.

"My, my, my. You look frightened out of your wits. Calm down child, I haven't even started picking on you yet. If you get worked up that easily, it won't be any fun." Trix's brows were high up on her pale forehead, surveying the other was nothing less than a sneer. It would be better if her friends were with her, but all the same it didn't matter. She could handle anything and everything on her own already. At only seventeen, the slytherin was highly independent. She had an inkling that there was some kind of quidditch practice today, but no matter. If they did that poorly at informing their team mates of such things, she wasn't going to go to it at all.

[engima2]

Back and forth the struggle consumes us all.
Trying to keep a level head.
In the most unsettling of times.
Today I'll become the bull.

Rita had absent-mindedly wondered through the hallways out of divination; of which she had the faintest of interest in. Already cursing the damn teacher through angry glares and snippy remarks - which gave her a hand of detention papers. When Rita had a bad day; everyone knew. Her normal razor edge cuts were now more sloppy and of a dull club. It left more of a bruise than a scar, which was about the level of her patience at the moment. Passing the younger years with the occasional seventh. She was very close to top of the hierarchy, although she already considered herself a force to be reckoned with. A good many deliberate shoves to get others out of the way sent her message crystal clear - don’t fuck with me today.

But lets not get hasty, as she wouldn’t let her work be sloppy, so in taking the liberty upon herself, she polished up her looks and gave her layered blonde hair a fullness boost. She just couldn’t look disheveled as it wasn’t her style to wonder around like an ugly screwt. The steam was slowly releasing from her nerves, but her attitude was still radiating it’s many colors. She took a turn, to be rudely blocked by a few Slytherins who shoved a young Huffle into the reach of another. To be quite honest, she though the girl looked familiar, but even more appealing was the Slytherin who was the queen b of the operation - or so it seemed.

She jabbed her thumbnail unmercifully into one of the tall and lanky serpents side, while bearing a look that he dare not defy. At first his eyes wrote murder, but quickly lost their form as his face fell and turned to his buddies. After whispering something in their ears, he and the others scurried off like the little worms they were. Ah yes, her reputation proceeds her. After a moment of gloating, she turned her attention to the one and only, Bellatrix Black. They were two such extremes, Trix being notorious for cruelty, whilst Rita a backstabbing bitch. Now, those two seemed like quite the dangerous combo, but Rita instead of having a fight to pick, admired the older, mean snake.

Never would she voice that opinion of course, and if Trix did not return the simple ounce of respect given. Then Rita would be entitled for blood enemies. But that dice had yet to be rolled, as she walked over to the timid and courteous Huffle, and the snake who’s alliance was on the line. ”Are we having a party here? And yet I wasn’t invited?” Her voice was cynical but not dangerous, yet. She didn’t need formalities, as those that mattered knew who each other was. A wicked smile was placed on her curved lips.

There is so much to stake.
I'll stumble I'll loose my place.
Pride and arrogance surrounded by sin.
Destiny takes its hold.
Fight it or let it go.
But I choose how the day will end.

_{Lyrics {c} To Atreyu; Becoming The Bull}

[bellatrix]

ooc: no use in wasting a perfectly good thread. I figure we can keep going with it if you'd like?


The little girl's response was a terrified look and Bellatrix sighed, she really was going to make this absolutely fun. Shame, because before running into her, she had always though she would make a good victim. Now she was certainly beginning to think otherwise. Too cheeky was annoying, but too cowardly was just the same if not worse. There were several people watching them now, but a couple of the more pathetic Slytherins suddenly headed off somewhere else, in a bit of a hurry. Out of the corner of her eye she peered at them, wondering what they were up to. Her black orbs studied their retreating steps and she sniffed in distaste. Trix didn't find it all that entertaining either, but she didn't take off with a five second attention span like them. Sometimes these huffles, they really bored her. The Gryffindors were the only ones she could really play with anymore; they got all arrogant and cocky, and it was a barrel of laughs for her to knock them down.

At that moment, just as Trix was about to further demean the little squirt, and Slytherin cut between her and her victim, taking off down the hall. She opened her mouth and scowled as he brushed past, that was terribly rude behavior to someone such as her. Who was that? She stared long and hard at his back and shaggy, far too long, brown hair. Newport. Ahhh, you've made it on my list. Unless he came groveling and apologising to her later, then she would take it into consideration. Slytherin or not, it didn't matter. However trivial it might be, you didn't get in her way. Where WERE they going? Her hands moved to crossly rest upon her shapely hips as she looked around. Bellatrix's death gaze caught the color blue, the robes of a Ravenclaw. She followed it up until it met the face of Rita Skeeter. Ah. That explained it somewhat.

Both girls had their own seperate but similar reputations. Trix found herself much more intimadating than Rita, which is that regard made her surprised that he would cross paths with her to avoid Rita. Foul error on his part. She didn't really know what to this of this Skeeter girl, as she was in the Ravenclaw house. However, she didn't have such a disaste for them like she did Gryffindors and Hufflepuffs. Some may be wondering then, why she had such a cold exterior to her sister Andromeda, including Andromeda herself. That was because she put the Black family on a much higher pedastool than everyone else. It was ok for some to be in RavenClaw, but never a Black. Trix looked the blonde girl over slowly and smirked in return. We'll see. "Oh, it's just a small little get together, isn't it?" She glanced back at the hufflepuff with a sneer. "More like a potential murder scene really." Her voice sounded with such fluid measure, that it almost as if she were talking about a tea party instead of murderous threats. "And....you are?" She knew who she was, but introductions were a must.

[engima2]

Rita’s eyes watched the rigid movements of the Slyth Heiress, seated highly on her thrown of scum and scavengers - but didn’t detest the site. Before you intrude upon ones territory, you must respect their leadings. Rita could tell that the fleeing of Bellatrix’s own colors had disrupted the thoughts she was about to induce upon the badger. But Rita didn’t tense and defend the huffle. It was her mistake to come into snake country without the antidote. She instead, she smirked a redundant smile. Now the two predators met face to face; the hawk and the serpent. She felt the cold eyes wash over her frame, but never shivered in disdain. She too glazed her pupils over the tall and strong caricature of the Black eldest. It was as if the air was being choked slowly from the surroundings by the hidden hostility amongst the two deviants. One with the cold blood and fierce venom, and the other with the rigid morals and heavy talons.

For a moment they just stood, but Trix spoke in response to Rita’s less then flattering approach. The words were fluent and without hesitation, as if she knew Rita’s own thoughts. But her next line of words poured heated anger upon the raven. ”And…you are?” Her face hardened into a discreet anarchist, as the vein in her neck pounded. Was she trying to insult Rita? Or merely try and prove her position on Trix’s hierarchy status pole? Was she that low - or perhaps she was taut in the ways of formalities, long since lost to today’s generation? Whatever the cause, Rita swallowed a heavy retort, then pursed her lips in a pleasing gesture. Two could play that game, and Rita was no where near ready to throw in the winnings.

Apparently, they both were skilled. So instead, she straightened her pose, and looked straight at the serpent monarch. ”Oh, how rude of me. But surely you know my name? Rubbish. Of course you do - but I’ll humor whatever it is your seeking, I am Rita Skeeter, the sixth year raven claw detruire.” Her words were poured upon by vicious recognition and appeasing sarcasm. She was in no hurry to disrupt Bellatrix, but was also in no mood to be trampled upon. She had earned her status in due time, so she was not bound in chains to serve the graduate whom felt kicking and pushing the defenseless was an honorable pass time. Her eyes sharpened, then looked straight at Bellatrix, putting on the line, before anymore meaningless words. Straight to the point, she silently asked - Friends or foes? Your choice.

[bellatrix]

Rita Skeeter. Well of course she knew who she was, who didn't? She had a popular reputation like Bellatrix, if not the same one. Rita was the gossip whore, the untrustworthy queen of writing. Trix would never trust her either, but it was rare when she put her faith in anyone but her own house, so it was to be expected. The Hufflepuff slipped away when she had her backed turned on her, but Bellatrix let her go, waste of time. She wasn't entertaining anyway. More like boring beyond belief. Now she was staring at a new opponent, for that's how she viewed anyone she hadn't properly met yet. There were several people walking past, picking up their pace as soon as they saw the duo. Others were standing a spacious spot away, to watch the encounter. She was stilll very ticked about the cowardness of her own house, and how they often behaved that way. They'd have to learn some manners in respect and loyalty, if they were to ever get in her good graces. "They rest of you, shoo. You're a waste of my air." Bellatrix barked as she observed Rita, looking at them out of the corner of her eye.

Some mumbled some things, and they slowly disappeared around the corridors, leaving her be. She could tell that her response and tone to Rita hadn't gone unnoticed to the girl, she was testing her to see if she would bite her tongue. Bellatrix liked confident and spoken people, but they also had to know when to hold it in, and never ever, be cheeky to her. So far she seemed to do fairly well, surprising for such an out-spoken figure. Or, so she heard. It's almost a shock that they'd never even met up in class, but for the most part they let the other do their own thing. Slytherins and Ravenclaws almost never interacted like they did with other houses, there was just no need for it. Trix stood tall and strong as she always did, her posture was nearly perfect with its rigidness. "Rita Skeeter. Now I recognise you, if not just your name." Each had to introduce themselves, Bellatrix was rather formal in that way when respect was involved.

If it was a Gryffindor, or some mudblood it wasn't needed, just as you wouldn't give an every-day greeting to some homeless man on the street. You were above them, that much was obvious. Her face was so solemn and expressionless, she almost looked like stone. This was how she got at people, how she read them. She almost never gave anything away about herself unless she wanted to or didn't care. "Bellatrix Black of course. Slytherin pureblood." She held that title with a strong amount of honor. Her beedy, nearly black eyes at times stared back into Rita's, the question of whether or not they could get along was clearly on her mind. Trix finally blinked and a smirk appeared on her lips, the girl had guts. Plus, she had the confidence that wouldn't allow herself to be attacked or trod across. She liked her. Lucky little Raven. Bella flicked hair out of her face and let her position lax, never less straight, but more neutral rather than offensive. "Wandering the halls?" She finally asked.