Post by mack on Jun 27, 2010 22:33:17 GMT
YOU SAY YOU WANT A REVOLUTION.
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YOU SAY YOU'VE GOT A REAL SOLUTION.
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YOU SAY WANT TO CHANGE THE CONSTITUTION.
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WE ALL WANT TO CHANGE YOUR HEAD.
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DON'T YOU KNOW IT'S GOING TO BE ALRIGHT.
[/color][/font][/CENTER]OOC NAME: Alli
AGE: Twenty
EXPERIENCE: more years than i’d like to admit XD
OTHER CHARACTERS: none yet!
..and the lion ate the lamb, end of story?
ROLEPLAY SAMPLE:
Bellatrix saw the hint of amusement in the boy’s face. A part of her was slightly ashamed of her actions. That she had allowed Silas to get under her skin, but he had hit a nerve. Her secret was one that could not be blabbed to the entire school, let alone the entire house. In all honesty, she would rather him tell random individuals in other houses over their so-called friends in the house of Salazaar Slytherin. She would be punished if the Dark Lord ever found out that even Silas knew. It didn’t matter that she had done everything her Lord asked of her or that she hadn’t been the one that told him. The stupid git knew her too well. He had figured it out on his own. Bella could only hope that her blunder would not reach back to the Dark Lord. Silas had his reasons for not joining, which would prevent the Lord from reading his mind, and the girl was rather gifted at occlumency. For now, she could only hope that that was enough. And in some twisted way, she would rather bow her head slightly to a childhood friend than suffer the anger of her Lord. She was his most faithful follower, and his disapproval would kill her.
The girl watched Silas rise to his fullest height, as if trying to belittle her. But his actions had little effect on her. The glare in her eyes was enough to even the playing fields. Had Silas not been accustomed to being on the receiving end of Bella’s characteristic glare, he might have quivered just a little. Bella couldn’t help but feel like it was just a different shade of the same argument that they had been having since they were children. Over time, they had acquired wands and learned many useful hexes and spells. It just helped keep things interesting, but it didn’t change the fact that nothing would change. Both Si and Bella were too proud. It was inevitable that as long as they were in close vicinity, the two would continue to have the same heated squabble.
Delight flooded through the girl’s body as she saw the tinge of color on the boy’s otherwise pale cheeks. She had drawn first blood. They were beyond the point of composure now. Like always, they had hit each other where it hurt the most, and there was no turning back. Finally, something to cure her boredom. Bella knew that Silas’s mother was the reason that he was not leaving the school, and although it hardly seemed so at the time, Bella believed that the woman was probably helping Si in the long run. There were very few people that Bella gave a damn about and even fewer people that she actually cared about. For some inexplicable reason, though, the foolish boy in front of her fell into the latter of those categories. She knew that if he entered the Dark Lord’s forces without even learning the beginnings of advanced magic, the Lord would send Si to do his bitch work. It would be the work of the bottom most level of his followers. Silas would never rise to a more honorable position, but more importantly, the Dark Lord, who was obsessed with always covering his tracks as any wise person should be, would more likely than not dispose of Silas. A thought that was unbearable to Bella.
Her last few thoughts had caused her to lose focus for a couple of moments, but she quickly readjusted. Her eyes darted to his hand, which was already on his wand. He was going to fight her was he? Bella’s hand flew to her own wand as she drew it in defense. She looked the boy in the eyes as her previous train of thought continued in her mind. It would serve the boy well if she thoroughly embarrassed him right now. Maybe then he would realize that he was not ready to join the Dark Lord, for although Bella was quite a skilled witch for her age, she was a mere grain of sand compared to the knowledge and strength of her Lord. Silas would think that she was just trying to prove that she was better than him, which she was of course. But that was beside the point. It did not matter to Bella that no one saw her weak side. It actually played to her benefit. For to them, Bellatrix Black was as cold and cruel as her name, and she was quite okay with that.
Let the games begin. She thought to herself, and a smirk spread across her face. But she was soon disappointed. Silas lowered his wand, and she was forced to as well. The lesson would have to be taught another day. “Ah, my dear. I knew you were wiser than that. It does not do well to fight with your emotions.” Her words were neither soothing nor necessarily kind sounding, for she was trying to convey the gravity of the situation. It was unlikely that he would understand what she was trying to say, though, for the message was too obscure. Being serious and caring would have to be on her agenda another day. For now, his mother was taking care of keeping him stuck within the walls of the castle. Bellatrix quickly slid her wand back into her pocket and looked at him for a moment. He was an all right kid, that Silas. She allowed her ice cold expression to melt, and the coldness of her voice faded a little as she spoke, “Speaking of birthdays, though. I assume you’ve gotten me something quite wonderful for mine.” It was a slightly unsuccessful changing of subject, but she did not acknowledge any flaw in her action. “You know I hate being disappointed.”
The girl watched Silas rise to his fullest height, as if trying to belittle her. But his actions had little effect on her. The glare in her eyes was enough to even the playing fields. Had Silas not been accustomed to being on the receiving end of Bella’s characteristic glare, he might have quivered just a little. Bella couldn’t help but feel like it was just a different shade of the same argument that they had been having since they were children. Over time, they had acquired wands and learned many useful hexes and spells. It just helped keep things interesting, but it didn’t change the fact that nothing would change. Both Si and Bella were too proud. It was inevitable that as long as they were in close vicinity, the two would continue to have the same heated squabble.
Delight flooded through the girl’s body as she saw the tinge of color on the boy’s otherwise pale cheeks. She had drawn first blood. They were beyond the point of composure now. Like always, they had hit each other where it hurt the most, and there was no turning back. Finally, something to cure her boredom. Bella knew that Silas’s mother was the reason that he was not leaving the school, and although it hardly seemed so at the time, Bella believed that the woman was probably helping Si in the long run. There were very few people that Bella gave a damn about and even fewer people that she actually cared about. For some inexplicable reason, though, the foolish boy in front of her fell into the latter of those categories. She knew that if he entered the Dark Lord’s forces without even learning the beginnings of advanced magic, the Lord would send Si to do his bitch work. It would be the work of the bottom most level of his followers. Silas would never rise to a more honorable position, but more importantly, the Dark Lord, who was obsessed with always covering his tracks as any wise person should be, would more likely than not dispose of Silas. A thought that was unbearable to Bella.
Her last few thoughts had caused her to lose focus for a couple of moments, but she quickly readjusted. Her eyes darted to his hand, which was already on his wand. He was going to fight her was he? Bella’s hand flew to her own wand as she drew it in defense. She looked the boy in the eyes as her previous train of thought continued in her mind. It would serve the boy well if she thoroughly embarrassed him right now. Maybe then he would realize that he was not ready to join the Dark Lord, for although Bella was quite a skilled witch for her age, she was a mere grain of sand compared to the knowledge and strength of her Lord. Silas would think that she was just trying to prove that she was better than him, which she was of course. But that was beside the point. It did not matter to Bella that no one saw her weak side. It actually played to her benefit. For to them, Bellatrix Black was as cold and cruel as her name, and she was quite okay with that.
Let the games begin. She thought to herself, and a smirk spread across her face. But she was soon disappointed. Silas lowered his wand, and she was forced to as well. The lesson would have to be taught another day. “Ah, my dear. I knew you were wiser than that. It does not do well to fight with your emotions.” Her words were neither soothing nor necessarily kind sounding, for she was trying to convey the gravity of the situation. It was unlikely that he would understand what she was trying to say, though, for the message was too obscure. Being serious and caring would have to be on her agenda another day. For now, his mother was taking care of keeping him stuck within the walls of the castle. Bellatrix quickly slid her wand back into her pocket and looked at him for a moment. He was an all right kid, that Silas. She allowed her ice cold expression to melt, and the coldness of her voice faded a little as she spoke, “Speaking of birthdays, though. I assume you’ve gotten me something quite wonderful for mine.” It was a slightly unsuccessful changing of subject, but she did not acknowledge any flaw in her action. “You know I hate being disappointed.”
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