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Post by Lord Voldemort on Apr 11, 2008 7:40:21 GMT 8
Voldemort strode carefully through the cobbled stone streets of Hogsmeade peering ocassionally into some of the shop windows with a rare delightful glint in his eye at some objects he deemed of value. He had pulled the hood of his handsome black robes over his pale head to hide his appearance as much as he wanted to scare those shoppers and daily workers who made life seem so much normal then what it really was. His ears flickered to a small useless conversation about the Daily Prophet and a few new Quidditch products.
He folded his arms against his chest as he took in what sun barely beamed on him, he had no interest in receiving a tan. He held interest though, however for valuable information in rare topics still brought up by human rabid minds.
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Post by Headmistress Bella Lestrange on Apr 11, 2008 8:20:06 GMT 8
Bellatrix walked on the cobbled stone streets of Hogsmeade. She was here for gold, money and lots o it. It would merely help the Death Eaters. Anyone of them undercover always needed a steady pay once and awhile. I mean Bellatrix now had a Home, and food… She’s never had any family, so she’s quite happy with her rein of Hogwarts right now.
Brushing her hair out of her face she flicked her wand, and muttered some words. The sunlight around her would reflect off of her. But other people, would not notice. She looked to difference.
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Post by Lord Voldemort on Apr 11, 2008 8:26:49 GMT 8
Voldemort peered out his hood, his eyes red and slitted though fearfully unrecgonizable. He shifted his head over to level with his shoulder as he looked around, his eyes landing upon the deadly beautiful one whom he thought about on several ocassions, but kept hidden from her. He moved quick in the shadows and soon was a like a stone, leaning up against an abandoned shop. His eyes darted around softly at the unimpressed crowd. Pathetic wizards...disgrace to the world...when will they come to their senses? He thought viciously.
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Post by Headmistress Bella Lestrange on Apr 11, 2008 8:33:35 GMT 8
Bellatrix snickered at the beggar that was not to far from her. Bloody poor folk. She thought to herself. She had the urge to murder him right there for being as pathetic as he is, but she decided against it. She was halfway undercover, yet everyone knew where she was. It was a funny situation.
She strolled towards another pub, and looked inside the window… Why the hell were they so happy? Turning around and now ignoring them public she passed by an abandoned shop. This could be a good place for business. She thought quietly.
She noticed nobody around her… Nor the man in the shadows.
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Post by Lord Voldemort on Apr 11, 2008 8:41:37 GMT 8
Voldemort reluctantly hid his laugh, A good place indeed. He followed his top follower around surprised at her ignorance to notice him, the Dark Lord, the one she was well in truth in love with. His cloak swayed silently behind him as the soles of his shoes made no sound whatsoever though they hit the gravel. He smirked softly behind his hood and quickly appeared behind her. "How can you have not noticed me?" He whispered into her ear. His reaction was more flirtious towards her.
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Post by Headmistress Bella Lestrange on Apr 11, 2008 8:58:14 GMT 8
Bellatrix decided that this would be the place, to help Draco out with supplies. Bellatrix wasn’t stupid, just sometimes ignorant. It was a Black family trait. And her cousin would know it well. That traitor. Her shoes made no such noise either. She switched shoes when she was in the castle because it would warn students to be on there best behaviour. And every once and awhile she would sneak up on them.
Bellatrix didn’t even notice him. She felt ashamed and would punish herself later for her mistake. But she knew his voice right away, that sweet and loving voice. “How could you have noticed me? She shot back. This line referring to her early years at Hogwarts when he gave her not even a look.
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Post by Lord Voldemort on Apr 11, 2008 9:08:36 GMT 8
He laughed softly and touched her chin gently. "My reasons were..." He started as he ran his long fingers down the buttons of her cloak, "Intelligent." He added, smirking softly as he looked into her eyes. No one knew of their relationship outside of business, and he found it rather amusing. He smirked and made a fake gesture as if he were to kiss her and pulled away, smirking.
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Post by Headmistress Bella Lestrange on Apr 11, 2008 9:14:52 GMT 8
“Really now?” She asked, “Intelligence?” She snickered, looking up at his pale skin. “You’re as tormenting as always, I see.” She said flirtatiously. This was the moments she craved, what she worked for… Attention, from Him. She loved him being in control. She hoped to the kiss, but as tormenting as always he pulled away, never giving her what she desires.
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Post by Lord Voldemort on Apr 11, 2008 9:30:49 GMT 8
Voldemort raised his brow and closed the small place between them. His hood stayed over his head, he could not risk being exposed to the public even though control it seems was in their grasp. He looked into her eyes and smirked. "Your greatest desire is overwhelming Bellatrix." He muttered softly. He trailed a finger along her jawline and pressed a finger to her lips, leaving it there.
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Post by Headmistress Bella Lestrange on Apr 12, 2008 5:04:08 GMT 8
Bellatrix on the other hand was allowed in public, I mean it wasn’t any surprise that she was Head of Hogwarts. She flaunted her power widely, just so the Order could resent her. Bloody Nymphadora, just like her cousin Black. Pathetic.
"Your greatest desire is overwhelming Bellatrix."
She reacted how her body choose to, enjoying the attention. She licked her lips. “I know,” She sighed, “Overwhelming.”
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Post by Lord Voldemort on Apr 12, 2008 5:13:24 GMT 8
Voldemort removed his finger and smirked softly. Tormenting her. "What do you wish to do?" He asked also testing her honesty. He had no doubt in his mind that Bellatrix truly actually enjoyed being around him. He laced his long pale fingers around her hand his cold defeating the warmth that was pressed to his palm.
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Post by Headmistress Bella Lestrange on Apr 12, 2008 5:23:17 GMT 8
He loved tormenting her so, but why did she love it… Well if it [and is] in his powers to torment her, it would grant her attention from the only man she had ever loved.
"What do you wish to do?"
“Anything, my master commands.” And she meant anything. Anything he wanted she wanted. She accented the word flirtatiously, nearly desperate. She loved the feel of his skin, so… Snake like.
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Post by Lord Voldemort on Apr 12, 2008 5:27:22 GMT 8
Voldemort took the hint of her desperation and stroked the top of her hand with his thumb, and brought her hand to his mouth. His lips were hidden in the shadows, but he was sure she could feel it as his cold lips pressed to the top of her hand. He slowly pulled away and raised his head. His eyes glinted in the shadow of himself. He looked up at her and waited fairly patiently to see what her wild or crazy move would be.
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Post by Headmistress Bella Lestrange on Apr 12, 2008 5:52:24 GMT 8
Bellatrix did not flinch at the coldness of her hand. She loved him. When he slowly pulled away she figured that he also enjoyed it. Smiling at him, she took out her wand with the other had. He would take this as an threat she hoped. She wanted him to attack her back. She wanted him to love her back. She wondered what his next move was. At least we have the Shack to ourselves.
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Post by Lord Voldemort on Apr 12, 2008 6:36:26 GMT 8
He gripped hold of her wand and smirked wickedly, "You wouldnt." He smirked, she would never attack him. He let go of her wand and went behind her. "Perhaps we could go somewhere more 'private'?" He whispered into her ear.
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