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Bellatrix Lestrange ([info]first_bellatrix) wrote in [info]_firstwar_hist,
@ 2009-11-24 02:40:00

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Entry tags:* incomplete, 1972, bellatrix lestrange, sirius black

Who: Bella and Sirius.
What: Bella surprises Sirius by teaching him how to fight like a Muggle and in fact revealing that she know show to do so as well.
Where: The Black family summer home in France.
When: Summer of 1972.
Rating: IDK. I'll fill this in later.
Status: Closed/Complete.





The summer couldn't come fast enough for Bella. To say that her year had been busy was an understatement. Missions, recruitment, moving up in the ranks and proving herself to be more than just a female with thoughts and ideals of her own had kept her far busier than she had ever expected it would but never once had she complained. She had been knocked down, beat up, pushed to the brink of exhaustion and then pushed even further but she had taken it all and dealt with it as was expected of her and in the end her dedication had paid off and she was quickly rising in the ranks, surpassing many of the men who had had their marks for years now and were still no further than when they had taken them. Bella was pleased with herself, incredibly much so. But her dedication to her cause and her mark had caused other areas of her life to suffer, mainly her relationship with her family. She had closed herself off and withdrawn from in favour of being able to focus and she knew they noticed. The owls from her sisters and her parents were piled up on her desk, unopened, unanswered and collecting dust. Furious wasn't what they were with her and she knew it but at the moment it didn't matter to her. She had a mission of her own and she would see it completed if it killed.....something it might very well do yet.

Summer arriving though changed all of that. She had informed her Lord that she would be spending it in France and that all he need do was call and she would come as she always had but she needed to work on her relationships with her family and prove to them that she was not as horrible as they believed her to be and that she did in fact still love them. They had arrived at the manor the week before and Bella would have been with them but loose ends needed to be tied up before she could go. Rodolphus was accompanying her but he was staying at the Lestrange family home and she would travel back forth between the two. The moment she set foot inside of the manor though and took a breath it seemed as though all of the stress of the past nine months just disappeared. Summers in France were always relaxing for her and this would be no different than all of the other times she had been there. Heading up to her room she dropped her bag on the floor and kicked off her shoes, a grin spreading across her face as she did. Sure the summer was a time for relaxation but for her it was filled will lessons, adventures and relaxation. It meant more time with her family and now more time with Sirius. He had gone to Hogwarts the previous fall and as such she had not seen as much of him as she usually did and if she were honest it bothered her a bit to not be able to see him whenever she liked or to show him new things such as the wide array of spells and tricks she had learned in her time with her Lord. That would all change now though. They had the rest of the summer and she was determined to show him as much of what she knew as she could before they all had to part and go back to their normal lives.

Barefoot and clad in a pair of shorts and a tight black shirt she left her room and went in search of her cousin. The spells could wait until later. At the moment she had something more important she wanted to show him, or well something she felt was more important. Most would be shocked if they knew she could do it but she felt it was a necessity, especially with the life she led. One always had to be prepared and this ensured that she was. And as such was the case what she knew she passed onto Sirius and this was going to be no different. She really was in no hurry though so she wandered through the hallways slowly, poking her head in and out of random rooms trying to find the others and simply to see what had changed and what hadn't in the she had been away.

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[info]first_sirius
2009-11-24 09:57 pm UTC (link)
It had been a weird year. Well, it have been interesting. Definitely not bad, most of it, despite Sirius's concerns at the start of the school year. His mother still didn't seem to have forgiven him for being sorted into Gryffindor. Sirius had never bothered to point out that it wasn't his fault because that might have come too close to sounding like an apology, and Sirius wasn't going to apologize for it. Apart from the fact that he didn't think he should ever have to apologize for things that weren't his fault, he wasn't sorry. So things had been.... interesting. Complicated. It was better now that they were in France and his mother could get distracted with Cissy and whatever girly things they got up to. Not that Sirius's mother was really what he'd call girly. At all.

Then again, Sirius wouldn't really call Bella girly, not really. She was feminine, but she never seemed to adhere to the requisite frivolity associated with the word. It was odd to him, though, to see her in shorts when she walked into the library. For his own part, it made Sirius feel oddly overdressed, despite still being in his pajamas- well, his pajama bottoms. He didn't understand how anyone tolerated sleeping in shirts that buttoned, so his indigo pajama bottoms were topped with a snug white t-shirt. His parents had gotten roped into some... breakfast, brunchy.... thing at one of their holiday friends' home. Sirius hadn't really been paying attention when his mother had told him about it. She ought to know by now that trying to tell him anything when he was quite clearly reading something interesting was all but futile. At any rate, it wasn't even noon yet, and with his parents out of the house, Sirius had no intention of getting properly dressed until he had to. That's what summer was for, after all.

"Finally decided to be sociable, have you?" he asked over his shoulder, his tone just a bit wry as he leafed through a book.

It wasn't much of a barb. He knew that with going away to school, things would change, but even before that she'd been nearly swallowed up with being married. Why Rodolphus thought he was so entitled to so much of her time was a little beyond Sirius's reasoning. And the question was even less a critique of her late arrival. It had been years since they'd all turned up on the same day. This was mostly blamed on Sirius's mother, and her obsession with having everything recleaned by elves before his cousins got there, something which she somehow believed required her direct oversight. Sirius didn't really mind; France had a few more readily accessible diversions, not to mention a good allocation of land attached to the house that made it a lot easier for Regulus and him to give Kreacher the slip.

Unimpressed with the book in his hands, he closed it and replaced it on the shelf before selecting another book with a promisingly gaudy gold leaf spine.

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[info]first_bellatrix
2009-11-25 04:30 am UTC (link)
Bella had gotten lost in her thoughts as she had wandered from room to room, the past nine months playing over and over again as she went over every mission, every success and every notch that she rose higher in the ranks. It had a rather dark and pleasing grin tugging at her lips as the countless faces glared at her for her sudden rise to fame so to speak and then it got even darker as the whispers that went around behind her back made themselves known to her once more as well. Many of those in the ranks thought her to be a whore. Thought that the only reason she had risen as high as she had as fast as she had was because she was sleeping with their Lord and while such an honour would have been just that in her eyes, an honour, that was not the case. Bella had gotten where she was on her own and needed no help of any sort to accomplish it. They were all simply jealous that a girl was doing better than they were and their egos couldn't handle it. Her thoughts dissolved though as the voice of the person she was looking for reached her ears and her grin turned much more pleasant as she headed across the room and flopped down in a chair across from him.

"I figured I was long over due for a social visit. Are you admitting that you missed me?" Her tone was teasing but her question was quite serious. She hadn't gotten such a warm welcome from her sister who had all but turned their noses up at her and had refused to speak her other than to give her an icy hello and it had been the same with her mother, though that really hadn't bothered her. The only one who had seemed generally pleased to see her had been her father and while that had helped ease some of the hurt lurking beneath the surface it didn't make it all disappear completely.

Watching him for a moment she arched an eyebrow at the book he chose, not caring to read its title. If the decorations on the spine were anything to go by then the thing was dreadfully boring and more than likely wouldn't hold anyone's attention for longer than five seconds which was why she leaned forward and plucked the book out of his hands and sent it back to where it belonged on the shelf before speaking.

"How about I give you something to do that is far more exciting than that book would have been?"

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[info]first_sirius
2009-11-25 05:03 am UTC (link)
At school Sirius had become aware of the fact that not so many extended families were as close as his own. Well, he'd always known that his family was exceptional, that they stood a bit apart, but it was strange to hear other students talk about how they had cousins they'd never met. Distant cousins were one thing, but it was practically impossible for Sirius to envision a life that didn't contain Bella's company. Part of him felt a little bad for those who didn't have the sort of family that was... connected.

"Of course," he answered easily, but straightforwardly, opting to ignore the opportunity to tease her back.

If he hadn't, he wouldn't have said anything. For whatever reason, the underpinning to the inquiry seemed to deserve a direct response. It was almost strange, acclimating to that impulse. At school, the opportunity to say simply whatever crossed his mind held sway over the desire to reveal his true thoughts.

The book slipped easily from his grasp with an indulgence long made thoughtless through habit. Upon hearing her question a smile was unfurling along his mouth, his eyes suddenly sharp with interest. Bella always came up with the best sorts of games. And when she said exciting, she rarely ever disappointed. Sirius had developed an escalating sort of desire for real excitement, though the catalyst for that remained a bit unclear. He was largely content to blame it on the tussles he'd found himself in with a few boys from Slytherin who didn't seem to approve of his Sorting. Why they cared at all was a bit beyond Sirius, but he'd seen that as no reason to back down. He was really starting to develop quite a fondness for the way such situations could get his heart to slam against his chest.

"How much more exciting?" he asked, the tease back in his tone and his consent quite obvious from the way the entirety of his attention focused on her.

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[info]first_bellatrix
2009-11-25 05:29 am UTC (link)
She wasn't quite sure why but when he admitted to missing her it had a pleased smile spreading across her face and her mood shifted entirely. Bella would never figure out why she was so drawn to him, especially given that he was nine years younger than she was but it was what it was and she wouldn't give up the relationship she had with Sirius for anything in the world. Though there were days that she felt the only one who really understood her desire to protect and guide and teach him was her father who never got onto her about all of the time she spent with him or the things she taught him. If anything her father encouraged it and she knew she could always count on her father to back her up when others got onto her about how much time she spent with the boy. It was never dull when they were together and she had missed that companionship from him over the past few months.

Rodolphus and those of her fellow Death Eaters were good for some company but there was something about her cousin that made things simple, easy. Made it so that she didn't really have to think when they were together she just acted and in the things generally went well. She had that with Rodolphus to an extent, how easily things came with him and how on some occasions she didn't have to think she just acted, but with Sirius it was different. Perhaps it was the blood connection they shared being with being family or perhaps it was the similar positions that they were in in the family but whatever it was it made her look forward to the time they got to spend together.

"Well that depends on whether or not your arse is going to move from that chair for if you remain sitting and in this room then it really won't be any sort of exciting at all. In order for it to be that you have to move." She shot him a smirk as she stood up and held out her hand to him. "Care to take the risk of following and not knowing what's going to happen?"

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[info]first_sirius
2009-11-25 07:58 am UTC (link)
He gave her a halfhearted roll of his eyes. It was hardly fair to expect him to have any idea what she wanted to get up to, or where, if she was keen on being cryptic. Not that he wasn't curious. Sweeping his gaze over her, it was difficult to tell by the way she was dressed exactly what she'd gotten into her head.

Not knowing exactly what he was getting into rarely served as an actual deterrent for Sirius. Standing, he slipped his hand into hers to follow her without much of a second thought. Beneath an implicit sort of trust was the certainty that he could of course handle whatever she might set before him.

"Don't I even get a hint?" he mentioned, not really expecting her supply one.

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[info]first_bellatrix
2009-11-25 08:18 am UTC (link)
Bella just smirked as they left the library and headed for the main floor and one of the larger rooms that her parents and Aunt and Uncles used mainly for their large parties or gatherings. She had had it set up that morning by the elves in preparation of this and hopefully they were finished as she did not want to wait. The thought of teaching him what she was going to actually made her rather giddy for the pure fact that it would shock the hell out of just about everyone to learn that the Black heiress knew how to fight like a Muggle and rather well at that.

"It has been far too long since I have taught you anything, especially now that your at school I imagine that the amount of time between our lessons is going to grow much larger but I intend to change that today. Its time you learn how to handle yourself in a duel." They had already gone over proper dueling etiquette and how to fight. How to hold his wand and make sure his grip was firm but still allowed him to cast and move about freely without having to worry about loosing his wand or casting a spell but dueling very rarely ever took place in such a controlled environment and more often than not you ended up loosing your wand for you can not control the surrounding factors in a fight. As such she wanted to ensure that if he ever did loose his wand in a duel that he was not completely and utterly defenseless. Bella wanted to make sure that if that ever happened that he would still come out on top and would have a damn good chance of winning and walking away from the fight fairly unscathed.

"Do you need more of a hint or can you figure things out on your own?" Bella liked to challenge and push him. She enjoyed making him think and making him come to answers all on his own. Sometimes she would provide the answer or give a hint that would let him know what she was thinking and allow him to come to the answer quicker but today she would do no such thing. No today he was on his own with what she had given him.

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[info]first_sirius
2009-11-27 02:27 am UTC (link)
The lift of Sirius's brow was more of a suggestion than an overt arch. He wasn't nearly foolish enough to believe he could hold much of his own against her, but Sirius's at-home education had certainly entailed dueling fundamentals- some of it from her, in fact. So it made her answer both seem too direct and too vague.

That she would be teaching him magic was hardly out of the question. That was one of the very nice things about her being older; even with his parents out of the house, Bella was still of age. Sirius really didn't understand how it worked for the other kids at school who literally had to put their wands away all summer. Then again, it was still a bit difficult for Sirius to conceive of what it was to have muggle parents. Less than a year ago it had seemed more a laughable absurdity than a possible reality.

Not that Sirius thought it was a particularly good idea to talk about, so he turned back to the riddle Bella was playing at. The only trouble was, he didn't have his wand with him at the moment. It might have been poor practice, but he wasn't even dressed yet.

"My wand's upstairs," he replied a bit slowly, still assuming she meant to deal with magic.

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[info]first_bellatrix
2009-11-27 06:51 am UTC (link)
"Your wand should be kept on your persons at all times, even if you think it isn't necessary, it is. Never go anywhere without. You never know when your going to need it. Even if all your doing is lounging around in your pajamas you are to make sure you have with you at all times, there is no excuse for not having it. Period. If I catch you again without it you'll write lines about it until your hands fall off. That being said your lucky as today your wand will not be needed." It was the first lesson Bella had learned and she had learned it the hard way. Your wand was an extension of you and to be caught without it was like being without a leg or an arm. It didn't happen. Had they been doing magical lessons that day his being without his wand would have been the first strike against him and Bella would have come up with some way to punish him for not having it but as it was she was going to let the mishap slide this once.

Pushing open the door to one of the smaller ballrooms she was pleased to see that the elves had set up the mats as she had asked and that a portion of the room had been sectioned off in order for her to teach him today. Normally she didn't like the mats as they added a factor to the sparring lessons that would not normally be present in a normal fight but seeing as how Sirius was only twelve she didn't want to hurt him. Not to mention she didn't need her Aunt and Uncle and her parents screeching at her non stop for hurting him.

Letting go of his hand she headed over to where the mats were setup and took a seat on one of them as she stared up at him.

"In a fight you never know what the conditions are going to be. It will almost always be a given that the conditions are unfair, uncontrolled and in an environment where you have no control over outside forces such as stray hexes coming your way or another person possibly joining in on your duel. Because of said conditions the chances of you loosing your wand during a fight are rather high and most witches and wizards if left without their wands are defenseless. You can change that though and surprise your opponent by being able to fight without your wand....by being able to fight like a Muggle. Its a dirty tactic but one that most people won't expect to see coming. And in a duel where your life could very well be on the line anything little extra thing that you can do is to your advantage. With that being said, I intend to teach you how to do just that, fight like a Muggle in case you ever find yourself in a situation where your wand has been taken and you need to defend yourself."

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[info]first_sirius
2009-11-28 07:19 am UTC (link)
He bore her lecture rather well, though when she got to the point about writing lines he couldn't quite suppress the roll of his eyes. Long ago he'd learned to school away an expression of rapt captivation, but that didn't mean he wasn't paying attention, that he wasn't letting her words burrow into his memory. Still, the mention of not needing he wand was a bit curious. He already knew how to fence, and he didn't think anything else was called a duel.

When the mats came into view, Sirius frowned. He didn't care for them. Sirius far preferred legitimate simulation. If he was going to be taught something, he liked the conditions to as closely mirror their real-life application as possible. He'd had to start fencing with a mat before he'd learned to fall properly, and had then promptly dismissed them as soon as he was able. At the very least, their presence suggested combat far more physical- but it was hard to believe that Bella was intending to tutor him in the ways of a fist fight. Then again, it was Bella.

It was a little odd to remain standing as she sat, the feeling of towering over her rather peculiar. Not unpleasant, not strange enough to compel him to sit beside her instead, just new. He'd grown quite a bit at school, something he'd noticed enough to purchase new robes but not enough to insulate him from the contrast of being back home and being taller than he recalled. It made the house seem smaller. The school year had made a lot of things seem smaller.

As Bella spoke, her words washed over him with such a certainty to that questioning the source of her knowledge didn't even cross his mind.

Sirius couldn't quite restrain the satisfied curve to his lips as he mentioned, "I have been in a fight before."

Not for his life, sure, but who was going to try to kill him at Hogwarts?

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[info]first_bellatrix
2009-11-28 11:58 pm UTC (link)
If Bella could have read his mind at that moment it would have amused her greatly to know that he despised the mats almost as much as she did but alas they were necessary....for now at least. They could and would be removed at a later time but until she was certain that he could handle himself and wouldn't end up flat on his arse more often then not as she completely expected him to be for the first few sessions they stayed.

Tilting her head to the side a slim brow arched in curosity as she stared at him and took in what he said. It honestly shouldn't surprise her that he had ended up fighting already but she doubted that it was the fight for your life sort of situation that she in mind to train him for. After all while Hogwarts could be harsh and unfair at times she didn't think that one would be stupid enough to try and kill the House of Black heir. To do so all but signed not only your death warrant but that of your family as well as you would not bring down one, but all of the Black's tempers upon your head and no one ever survived such an attack. No one.

"Oh? What for? And with who? And what sort of situation was it? I highly doubt that it is the same situation that I have in mind but I am curious none the less to know what happened."

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[info]first_sirius
2009-11-29 12:27 am UTC (link)
Oh, right.

In his interest to make his point, he'd overlooked the fact that he wasn't terribly keen to discuss the conditions. Really, anything that highlighted the fact that Sirius had been sorted into Gryffindor instead of Slytherin was a bit taboo once Sirius had gotten home from Hogwarts. It wasn't as if Bella had reacted poorly to the news, certainly nowhere near as bad as his mother had, but it just felt odd to talk about. She'd been in Slytherin. And he wasn't. And it wasn't as if there was much love lost between the two Houses.

With an air nonchalance that was perhaps just a little too studied he shrugged, "A few boys from Slytherin." Sirius's gaze didn't stray from hers. "It was just a lively debate that... escalated."

It probably wouldn't even have come to blows if they'd left Sirius's friends out of their criticisms of his House. Probably. After that first time, Sirius found that they were just too easy to goad, easy to entice into a brawl when he was feeling bored. Or restless. Or frustrated. Slytherins were perfect for it, because half they time they'd start trouble all on their own. Not to mention the fact that they had a penchant for picking on people who either wouldn't or couldn't defend themselves. Interceding there was just... an ethical thing to do.

And besides, fighting with their fists instead of their wands got them into much less trouble.

"It's fine, though. Mostly just tussles till they get broken up by professors," he was quick to add, a more natural smile creeping back in. "Beats homework, anyway."

He didn't want her to worry, and even more, he didn't want her to think he couldn't take care of it himself.

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[info]first_bellatrix
2009-11-29 12:40 am UTC (link)
"Ah." It was really the only answer that Bella could come up with that didn't sound patronizing or biased or judgmental. And she wasn't...not really anyhow. Sure his being sorted into Slytherin had shocked the hell out of her, so much so that when her Aunt had told her the news she had missed the chair she had aimed to sit in and had ended up flat on her arse on the floor and she had wondered if perhaps the hat had been tampered with or if maybe it was all a big joke but upon confirmation from not only her Aunt but her father as well that it was true reality sank in and she realized that she and Sirius were not as alike as she had thought. After all the hat had barely been placed upon her own head before it shouted out Slytherin and off she went. There had been no debate over where she had belonged and she had thought the same was true for Sirius and that he would follow in everyone else's footsteps and end up in Slytherin. But he hadn't and it had taken her a while to come to terms with that fact. It still bothered her a bit that he was in Gryffindor but she could easily over look it and in fact it was something that could be a great advantage to him. With him being a lion and the rest of the family snakes everyone would think him to be different and would never expect him to be like them. It was something Bella planned on working on with him later, using his sorting and the traits he picked up in Gryffindor to his advantage but that lesson would come another for today was already all planned out in her head.

"Just about anything beats homework, especially for a Slytherin. And goading Gryffindors is one of our favourite past times. You just need to remind them that even though you are a Gryffindor you are a Black first and foremost and that fucking with you is not the wisest of ideas. Even if the national past time for a Snake is picking on Gryffindors." Bella had done it off and on for seven years and by the time her seventh year had arrived her goading of them had turned much more violent and hateful but she always made sure to never get caught. It was something she was rather proud of and something that she used to her advantage in what she was doing now to ensure that she never got caught in what she was doing.

"Who was winning? Before the fight got broken up that is."

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[info]first_sirius
2009-11-29 01:16 am UTC (link)
That one syllable was really the best possible response she could have given. The simplicity of the acknowledgment settled his wariness of the topic.

Sirius didn't much care for the notion of winning on the merits of his name alone, though he knew that wasn't quite what she was saying. It felt kind of like cheating, and not in the pleasant sense- but like it would have cheated himself out of something. He liked recognition for his own sake, not just for the family that had preceded him. He didn't want them to be hesitant to fuck with him because he was a Black, he wanted them to be hesitant to fuck with him because he was Sirius Black.

He shot her a look with an arch of his brow that implied he was offended she even had to ask.

"It was hardly a fair fight, though- one of me and only two of them," he said with mock graciousness, as such odds clearly stacked up in his favor. The first boy had seemed as if he'd never even seen a punch thrown before, let alone been up close and personal with someone else's fist. "They weren't anyone of note."

By that he meant they weren't purebloods - which wasn't surprising, since the halfbloods in Syltherin seemed to feel the need to pair up seeing as to how there were so few of them - let alone purebloods from families of enough status to put them within the realm of her interest.

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[info]first_bellatrix
2009-11-29 01:26 am UTC (link)
"They are the ones who are most dangerous though. The ones of very little to no note for they are the ones who have to try harder to prove themselves and to make themselves known and be able to get somewhere. They have nothing to lose and everything to gain and as such have no fear of doing whatever it takes to get themselves noticed. Even if it means picking fights with those that they shouldn't. Just because they are not known or even known very little doesn't mean that you should underestimate them or count them out as they will be the ones to surprise you and will more often then not be the ones to defeat you. Especially if you get cocky or are so sure of yourself because of who you are and who they are. Never underestimate your opponent, no matter who they are. If there is one lesson, one rule, one thing you take from everything we teach you and everything we throw at you its that you should never underestimate anyone, regardless of who they are." Bella had learned that lesson the hard way from her father as she had assumed that because he was her father that he would take it easy on her and that she would have the upper hand because of that. It was that thinking that had gotten her knocked on her arse on several occasions and Crucio'd more than once because she had not been paying attention and had instead been focusing on the fact that he was her father and as such would not hurt her.

"And that situation, two of them and one of you is precisely why we are doing this. Most fights are not going to be fair, they are going to be just like that and you need to know how to take care of yourself for just because you are beating one does not mean that the second can't come up behind you, steal your wand, and then murder you before you can even blink and all because you are without your wand. Granted two on one is never fair and will more often then not lead to the person who is on their being defeated but if you can handle yourself both with and without your wand then you are one step ahead and above the rest. It is something no one will expect and may very well save your life if you ever need it to." With that statement Bella was done talking. It was time to back up what she had said and time to get the lesson underway. She only had a little while before her parents and her Aunt and Uncle returned and she wanted be well underway with the lesson before they showed up this way when they did come home they couldn't stop them if they were already so involved in it.

A dark smile spread across her face as she glanced up at him and in one fluid motion she was on her feet and then crouching again as she swept her leg out towards his own, intending to knock him off of his feet and therein starting their lesson.

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[info]first_sirius
2009-11-29 02:46 am UTC (link)
Well, Sirius wouldn't have called it a fair fight unless it had been him against at least two or three more Slytherins. The first time, neither of the other two boys seemed to have expected a physical altercation to much beyond a bit of posturing. They had just seemed so caught off guard by sudden action, and Sirius had a knack for going from perfectly at rest to full-on. If they hadn't been interrupted, Sirius had little doubt that he'd have been the clear and obvious victor.

Her casual mention of him being potentially murdered wasn't terribly anomalous. It hadn't been that many years since she'd been telling him bedtime stories about muggles who killed wizards to steal their magic, something that was perhaps a bit keeping with the instruction to avoid underestimating even those who seemed weak. The certainty behind those stories had been pretty thoroughly torn asunder, but Sirius was kind of writing them off as just another vein of stories they told magical children in order to.... well, he hadn't quite figured out the actual moral, or the applicable point, but he was still working on that. The underlying awareness of the possibility that there were people out there willing to attempt killing him, however, was much more difficult to discard. It just seemed obvious to him. A self-evident truth.

Her initial attack was a move he'd seen before, a move she used when they were fencing, and he was familiar enough with it, and practiced enough in avoiding it, that he managed to evade free before her foot could take out his ankles. Exceptionally pleased with passing her first little test, Sirius flashed her a rather smug little smile from where he stood, now a couple of feet away. She might still think he was young, but Sirius was quite certain he wasn't as ill-prepared as she seemed to think.

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[info]first_bellatrix
2009-11-29 03:27 am UTC (link)
Bella was nothing if not every bit of a Slytherin and in that house you learned that there was no such thing as a fair fight. You used whatever was presented to you to your advantage regardless of whether it was fair and clean or not. If it meant your life or that of the other you used it and Bella had come to embrace and love that fact. Rarely if ever when dueling did she ever do it fairly the only difference between her and everyone else was that she was able to keep everyone from noticing that she was deliberately fighting dirty. Her tactics and motives were well hidden and it had taken her quite some time to master that art and now that she had she wasn't letting it go any time soon.

He may have avoided her first attack and she had all but expected him to seeing as how they had fought before although not in such a way but that was not to mean that she was finished, not by a long shot. She wasted no time in closing the space between them, her fist coming up to collide with the side of his head. His smugness and feelings of being cocky at having avoided such a thing were going to be the death of him and she would beat common sense into him if it killed her to do such a thing. Giving him no time to adjust or shake off her hit she advanced on him once more, her hand shooting out to wrap firmly around his arm and she yanked him towards, spinning him around so that his arm was pinned behind his back between the two of them.

"Your arrogance may be a skill for you but for others it is a weakness that can be exploited. You must learn to temper it when it a fight or you will end up loosing far more than you could ever imagine." Her voice came out in a low hiss as her grip on his arm tightened and she turned it just a bit, preventing him getting away....for the time being any how.

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[info]first_sirius
2009-11-29 03:49 am UTC (link)
She hit him.

She'd actually hit him. With her fist- she'd made a fist and punched him. It was so absurdly unexpected that he was laughing before his brain registered the blossom of pain across his cheekbone. He just. It was. She was a girl, and she'd hit him- and fucking hard, too. His whole head seemed to throb as he found his arm jerked and yanked behind his body. The asymmetry of the firm hold and angle had his body flat out perplexed at how to properly free itself. And he wasn't entirely sure she wouldn't let him break his arm trying.

It was just that it had happened so quickly. There's been no grand wind-up, no helpful warnings. Replaying it in his head, it was as if the blow had come out of nowhere. And when she spoke, he believed her. But he couldn't quite keep himself quiet, or from laughing a little again. He couldn't help it. She'd hurt him before, that was just natural when people dueled, but something about her punching him just seemed absurdly surreal.

"How did you do that?" he all but grinned over his shoulder, airs of unimpressed disinterest evaporating.

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[info]first_bellatrix
2009-11-29 04:08 am UTC (link)
In any other situation is laughter would have been contagious and Bella would have more than likely ended up giggling right along with him but as it was she found nothing funny about this situation, he might have, but for her it was anything but funny. Perhaps it was because she took the whole thing far more serious than he did but at the same time he was only twelve where as she was twenty one and had seen a great deal more than he had and had done a great deal more than he had. It also helped that she had been taking lessons since she was eighteen and practiced several hours a day whether it was on her own or with someone else.

"Patience, practice, not to mention the fact that I have nine years more in life than you do and I constantly study my opponent. Even when you think I'm not I'm watching every little move you make. The way you move, the way you carry yourself and even the way you speak. It gives away little clues about you and how you act and react that you don't even realize your giving away. Watching how you interact with a normal person tells me more about you than you could ever think possible and by watching the way you move I also find your weak areas. As for how I hit you, you left yourself open to that by getting excited about having evaded my first attempt to take you down." Letting go of his arm she pushed him away from her and fell back into a defensive stance while gazing calmly at him.

"Try and hit me and in any way that you think might work. I want to see what you can do."

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[info]first_sirius
2009-11-30 12:39 am UTC (link)
No part of Sirius liked the idea of so continuously doling out information to any attentive observer. It was impossible to grow up a Black and know that they were set apart, that they were different, that parts of who they were weren't for public consumption, that some things were just for family. It was something Sirius had been intellectually, implicitly aware of, though he'd never really experienced it like he had at school. He'd never really expected to want to bridge some of that divide. His upbringing had been thrown into sharp relief against the things his Housemates had experienced, the things they talked about. It was easier to keep most people at a distance lest they see too clearly some of those differences. He didn't wear his every emotion on his face like most of his classmates did, and he rarely ever spoke his true thoughts about nearly anything except to James, but her words left him feeling a bit exposed.

Not to her- there was no negative consequence to her seeing him as he was, but she was family. That was different. However, if she could see his, surely he'd be able to see her if he looked for them. That boded well.

Once he was free he fell back on fencing habits, letting his gaze go soft to focus on the whole of her instead of focusing on one part. He suspected she'd be too quick to just flat out punch, seeing as to how she was expecting it and Sirius wasn't anything of a boxer. Most of the fights he'd been in had started off with a bit of grappling, a bit of wrestling, and the punches didn't come until he'd gained the upper hand. So maybe that was the best way to go. Reckoning he wasn't likely to come up with a better idea, Sirius lunged at her, intending to take her down to the floor. If he couldn't fight on her terms, his only hope was to pull her down to his.

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[info]first_bellatrix
2009-11-30 02:20 am UTC (link)
Bella couldn't hold it against him that he was still young and still had so much to learn about people and life in general but at the same time she did because he was a Black and they were anything but normal. Their family lived by and followed a different set of rules and codes that set them far apart and above and beyond the rest of the world and as such things were different for them, they always would be and that included in the way they lived and fought. Soon enough he would learn how to study people like she did and pick up on the subtle things that weren't said as well as those that were said and he would learn how to use them to his advantage in a fight. But it would all come in time, just as they had done so for her. For now he had other things to learn.

Such as how not to be so predictable and how to better guard himself whether it be during a fight or just in general everyday living. Bella was actually quite surprised that he hadn't tried to hit her and instead chose to charge her and try to take her down that way. It would have made more sense for him to try and hit her as he had more muscle than she did and was already almost as tall as she was, but who was she to critique his methods?

Oh, yeah, she was the teacher. Grinning she waited until he was right in front of her and about to crash into her before ducking under him and using his momentum to flip him over onto his back. Standing above him she grinned down at him with an incredibly amused look upon her face.

"Piece of advice, that move only works if your coming up behind someone or if their incredibly dazed from you having just hit them. If your going to charge a person like that from the front then make sure their dazed and can not duck. And, make sure that their the same height or taller than you are. Taking down someone shorter than you like that is incredibly hard." Offering him a hand she helped him to his feet before taking a step back and falling back into a defensive stance once more. "Now, again, try and hit me. I want to see what you've got. And Sirius? You're not going to break me. Don't be afraid to hit me with everything you've got. I assure you that I can handle it."

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[info]first_sirius
2009-11-30 03:50 am UTC (link)
Maybe the mats weren't such a bad thing for the time being.

A small huff of a sigh left his chest as he looked up at her self-satisfied grin. However, he listened indulgently, not moving from where he'd landed. Her words were taken with a grain of salt, were given a context where they could be considered rules, seeing as to how he'd managed to take down a decent number of other boys simply by charging them. This wasn't about meaningless scuffles with other boys. Then again, Sirius wasn't exactly certain just what this was about. He didn't have to understand to go along with it, though.

Back on his feet, Sirius somewhat absently rolled the shoulder he'd landed on.

She could say it all she liked, Sirius still hesitated over the thought of punching his cousin in the face. It was poor form to hex girls. And to hit girls- let alone his cousin. The idea of striking at her core seemed more comfortable. So he threw a punch at the center of her body, aiming for the ribs because as much as he didn't want to hit her face, he didn't want to imply he thought she was weak just because she was a girl by offering something that wouldn't hurt.

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[info]first_bellatrix
2009-11-30 04:54 am UTC (link)
Bella hadn't been expecting the blow to her ribs, not the in least. She had been expecting him to do as she had said and had been preparing to block a shot at her face. As it was his blow landed directly to her ribs and it had a huff of breath escaping from her as for a moment she doubled over, an arm coming up to cradle her ribs. He was stronger than he looked and she had no doubt that come tomorrow she would be bruised where he had hit her.

"Not quite what I was going for, but good," she huffed out as she straightened back up, a hand still pressed against her ribs for the moment. At least he was thinking on his feet and doing the unpredictable...or what she thought was the unpredictable most wouldn't have seen it as such but she wasn't most.

Letting her hand fall from her ribs she took a step forward and launched into a lecture over the proper way to flip a person and therefore gain the upper hand in a fight. It was a move that had taken her a while to master but it was one of her favourites. She also showed him how to use the momentum like she had earlier to flip a person and ended up on her back several times looking up at him but she didn't mind. At least he was learning. Sure she was going to pay for all of this tomorrow but she didn't mind. That was what they had relaxing baths and pain potions for. Not to mention private masseuses who could work out the kinks in her muscles that were going to develop after this. She moved through things quickly but that was only because he picked them up quickly and it made her feel better about attacking him time and time again now that he was able to defend himself much better.

After a while she doubled over, her hands resting on her knees and her breaths coming out in short pants as she called a time out. "Stop, time to rest. I need to catch my breath. We keep going at this rate and I'm going to collapse."

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[info]first_sirius
2009-11-30 05:31 am UTC (link)
Once she showed him something, it didn't take him long to pick apart the mechanics. He didn't bother trying to mimic her motions exactly. Understanding how something was supposed to work, Sirius was most concerned with adapting the practice to his own body instead of the other way 'round. He got more comfortable with striking her after she proved to be every bit as resilient as she'd said. Time was a bit lost to him when he was caught up in something wildly engaging, and this? It was hard for Sirius to get enough of it. What he'd been doing before seemed brutish in comparison. This had both precision and flow- well, it did on Bella. Sirius still found it a bit tricky, reigning in the level of force his body wanted to employ.

When she called for a halt a faint sheen of sweat covered his bare upper body, his hair just a bit damp at the tips. He nodded over the fast, deep breaths his lungs rhythmically drew into and evicted from his chest. Adolescent energy was merely compounded by Sirius's inclination to relentlessly pursuing something he was enjoying- he was enjoying this. Nearly all of him ached, but that was countered be a nearly electric vibration humming through his veins. For a moment, they stood in silence but for the heavy sound of their gradually slowing breathing.

After pausing long enough to summon an elf to bring water, his heart rate dropped enough for his body to feel gratifyingly worn out. He didn't so much notice the blossoming red marks across his skin. There was little point. Although they were likely to swell up, by morning none of the bruising would be visible. By then it was something he'd come to take for granted. The hot tension across his cheekbone, his jaw, and his slightly swollen lip, however, were a little too insistent to be ignored. They kind of throbbed, like he could feel his pulse in them.

When the elf returned with two large glasses of water, Sirius took them both from the tray and handed one to Bella before sitting down on the floor. After tossing his hair back off his forehead he drank about half his water.

"It's good, yeah?" he mentioned, with little of his normal eloquence, the smile on his face light and sated. He meant the whole affair, the fun of it, not the water.

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[info]first_bellatrix
2009-11-30 06:03 am UTC (link)
It was workouts like these that was part of the reason why she had taken up learning how to fight like a muggle in the first place. The challenge it presented to her not to mention what it put her body through was well worth it and given how she lived her life and the things she did in it being in shape was a necessity. After all more often then not her toys fought back or at least tried to and if she remained as she had been her entire life fighting with them would have been difficult. Now though, now she had no problem with it and if anything she enjoyed the fight more simply because most were surprised when you could fight back.

This wasn't like that though. This was something else and while she couldn't exactly find the word to describe precisely what it was it would come to her eventually. Very rarely though could she ever find the right word to describe how things were with Sirius when they had lessons like these. Perhaps it was because he was family, blood, and there fore that tie between them already made things more intense than they were with other people. Whatever it was she always enjoyed it a great deal and now was no different than any of the others.

Taking the glass from him she downed half it in one go before she all but flopped down on the floor next him, her breaths still coming out in sharp pants. She might have still been young, only being twenty one, but it was nothing compared to being twelve and having the never ending amounts of energy that one had at that age. She needed to remember in the future that he would always have more energy than she did and that pacing would be an important thing.

"It is. I'll admit that your picking up on it much faster than I thought you would, but its a good thing that you are. It means I won't have to worry as much." Though she would always worry. She had ever since her parents and her Aunt and Uncle said that as the oldest it was her job to take care and look after him and it was something she had taken very personally and made sure to do to the best of her ability. "Next time though we'll take things a bit further and I'll show you how to fight using weapons, starting first with daggers and then moving to bigger things. We'll just have to be careful and make sure that you end up with no visible cuts that would scar and give your parents reason to question what is going on."

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[info]first_sirius
2009-11-30 06:32 am UTC (link)
His smile widened when she mentioned that he was exceeding her expectations. Weapons fighting sounded interesting, but not as exhilarating. After all, he could already handle himself with a sword. Then again, a knife would be a very different sort of combat. A lot tighter. Closer. More dangerous. His interest perked back up. But that was for next time, he reminded himself. And he could wait.

Sirius finished his water and nodded again. Well, the nod was more for what they'd do next time. They last of it wasn't actually much of a concern. Not that she knew that. It had only occurred to him a few months ago, it was only something he'd noticed because the healer in the infirmary had told him he was going to have to let his fighting injuries heal in their own sweet time so he could appreciate the consequences of his actions. All it had made him appreciate was the fact that the library didn't keep books on healing spells to treat swelling in the restricted section.

"I don't scar," he said, his voice a bit quieter than he'd anticipated, but still perfectly at ease.

Sure, he hadn't tried hexing himself, but Sirius wasn't yet so curious as to venture it. Besides, it might wear off. Eventually. At first, when Remus had pointed out that Sirius's busted lip had really healed far too quickly, Sirius had begun paying attention. Once it faded, it had vanished completely. Not a discernible mark on his skin. He'd tried to find any of the little scars from his younger years, only to find they were gone. Little things, like the faint line from cutting his hand with a letter opener, but it wasn't there anymore.

It had taken him months to properly suss out the only reasonable explanation: she'd done it to him. The last time she'd healed him. One of his hands drifted absently to stroke his fingertips over the place on his chest where her rapier had delved deep beneath the surface of his skin. It sort of tingled when he touched it. His understanding of what had happened had been so gradual that by the time he was really aware of it, it was something a bit odd to try to bring up in conversation.

"Not anymore." He still got hurt, he still sustained injuries, but no marks from it ever manifested on his skin for more than a few days.

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[info]first_bellatrix
2009-11-30 06:58 am UTC (link)
Her thoughts had wandered to what they were going to do next time, her collection of daggers flashing in her mind as she picked which ones to use and which ones to leave at home. Which ones she deemed safe enough for a thing such a thing such as this and which ones she would never let him see no matter what the circumstances behind it were. At first his words didn't register to her and it wasn't until his hand moved and she caught the movement out of the corner of her eye that she came out of her thoughts and focused on him once more. A frown appeared on her face as she ran back over what he had said and it made little sense to her. What did he mean that he couldn't scar? That wasn't possible. All humans scarred. She had her own fair share of them from various things over the course of her life and the thought that one might not scar was absolutely absurd to her.

"What do you mean not any more? Everyone scars, even I do. To not scar isn't possible. It would mean you were something other than human and last time I checked you were every bit a human being." The frown on her face just deepened even more as she continued to stare at him, his words tossing over and over again in her head as she tried to make sense of it all. There was a rather quick way to determine if what he said was true or not but she wasn't sure if she was willing to go that route. If she cut him badly enough to scar and it did in fact scar and someone saw it she would never hear the end of it. But at the same time how else was she supposed to find out if it was true or not?

"Prove it." The words were out of her mouth before she could even stop them and while the statement sounded incredibly juvenile and made her sound like she was twelve right along with him there was no other way of actually putting truth to his statement other than to have him prove it.

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[info]first_sirius
2009-11-30 07:13 am UTC (link)
Setting his empty glass down on the floor, a push from his fingertips set it rolling away. It wasn't important; an elf would get it.

He could practically see the way her thoughts snagged. It was funnier, that it had to have been her doing, and yet she balked at the notion of his skin's unwillingness to accept marks. Her demand for proof was too much of a challenge for him to even think of refusing. He supposed he could have broken the glass he'd been holding and use that, but cutting with glass was decidedly unpleasant. And his own wand was still upstairs. But Bella had hers.

"Conjure me a knife," he returned, the faint dare in his voice matching hers.

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[info]first_bellatrix
2009-11-30 07:28 am UTC (link)
She just rolled her eyes at his command for her to conjure and as she drained the rest of the water from her glass she sat up straighter and set it aside before reaching behind her and grasping the dagger she kept tucked there and pulled it out. It was not the most conventional or convenient place to keep it but as the outfit she was wearing didn't allow for it to be kept any other place (like the top of her boot where she normally kept it) she had to make due with what she could. Much like her wand, her dagger was something she didn't ever leave home without any longer. It was as much a part of her as her wand was and when she did manage to loose it it was like loosing a limb.

"What do I need to conjure one for when I have one right here?" Moving closer to him she handed the dagger over and then waited quietly, albeit not very patiently. She wouldn't believe what he had said until she could see it for herself and even then she wasn't sure if she would be able to believe it. After all what human didn't scar? It was something that wasn't possible. Being made of flesh and bone and blood meant that they scarred. It was just how things were. To be otherwise was something she couldn't quite wrap her head around.

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[info]first_sirius
2009-11-30 07:44 am UTC (link)
The curl to his lips was a bit wry as he took the dagger from her. That she had one on her was less than surprising. Sirius pulled the blade from the sheath, letting it fall to the ground between them as he took the dagger properly in hand. In an hurried fashion, Sirius lifted the knife to his cheek. It was the most brazen place he could think to cut into his own skin. While only time would prove that it wouldn't mar his face, he could think of no place better to prove that if nothing else, he believed his own words.

The slice he made was shallow but long, parallel to the angle of his cheekbone. Her dagger was conveniently sharp; the break of his skin was clean and just dully stung. Blood beaded and dripped quickly, but not for long.

His eyes were momentarily distracted by the ribbon of red along the nearly silver looking blade, but he was soon looking back to Bella with a rather pleased little expression. Sure, he hadn't exactly puzzled out how he was going to to avoid his parents' noticing it, but he supposed he could find a way to avoid them until the following morning. He held out the knife to Bella, intending to return it. However, he supposed it could be interpreted as an offer to let her have a go at his skin. He found he had no objections to the idea. After all, if it were him, he'd want to do try it himself.

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[info]first_bellatrix
2009-11-30 08:24 pm UTC (link)
Bella watched him make the slice across his face with a calm expression on her face, something that said a great deal about who she was and the things she had done in her life if the sight of her cousin purposefully harming himself didn't bring some sort of reaction from her. For a moment she sat still, watching the blood as it trickled down his face and stained the blade of her dagger before she pulled out her wand and with a soft murmur healed the cut. Leaning forward she grasped his chin firmly and tilted his head to the side so as to see the skin where the cut had been seconds before better. With a cut that shallow there should have at least been a faint silver line that only if one knew what they were looking for would have been able to see it but all she saw was pale, flawless skin. Something that shouldn't have been.

Frustrated she pulled away, her gaze flicking between the smooth skin on his cheek down to the blade in his hand and back up again. In a flash her hand wrapped tightly around his arm and held him in place as she took the dagger and with one fluid motion drew it across the exposed skin of his arm. She was not as gentle or as careful as he had been and the blade bit deeply into his arm, his blood staining the blade, her hand, and the mat they sat upon. Tossing the blade aside she picked up her wand once more and with the same carefulness she employed earlier she healed the wound, bringing his arm up closer to her face so she could inspect the area where the cut had just been. And as it was with his cheek it was with his arm. Not a mark to be seen anywhere. Just the smooth pale skin they were known for having as Blacks.

"How? And more precisely, when?"

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[info]first_sirius
2009-11-30 08:59 pm UTC (link)
Not a hint of resistance was offered as she adjusted his face. The curl to his lips was a little smug. He rather enjoyed being able to perplex her. As she took hold of his arm, he was equally compliant.

When the blade delved into his flesh a breathy sound of pained surprise tore past his lips, his entire body going rigid. His hand gave a small reflexive spasm, but he made no attempt to pull his arm from her grasp. He hadn't expected her to go so deep or so quick. Or so rough. But once he was over the shock of it, the only sound he made was the high, tight breathing of enduring the sensation while his body felt too tight, too full of a sudden, frantic energy that craved an outlet. Though he couldn't pull his eyes from his arm, he barely noticed when she carelessly discarded the dagger. And then the feel of the open, throbbing gash in his arm began to quickly recede under the attention of her wand. By the time his skin was knit back together, he was feeling downright lightheaded at the speed of it all. It had just happened so very, very quickly.

Just as quickly, his body was relaxing again, the contrast with the intensity of the moment before leaving him feeling a bit dizzy. But not entirely unpleasantly so.

Blinking, wetting his lips, it took Sirius a moment to address her question. Twisting his hand under her grasp, he took hold of her wrist, pulling her hand toward him until her fingertips were pressed against the very spot where there should have been a scar from the summer before. That skin still felt too sensitive, too reactive to contact. The how of it she had to understand better than he- he'd been too preoccupied to notice what sort of magic she'd used to heal the unintentional wound her sword had delivered.

"You cover your tracks incredibly well," he replied, his voice even, maybe a little casually teasing. It was the best way he could think of to say that it had been her doing without sounding like he was blaming her. She'd done what she'd needed to do to keep them both out of trouble, in more than one sense.

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[info]first_bellatrix
2009-11-30 09:45 pm UTC (link)
That wasn't possible, not in the least. What he was hinting at...what he was saying went beyond the realm of all possible reason. And in fact it hinted at things Bella really didn't want to contemplate at that moment. One wasn't supposed to be able to do such things. Yes they had magic and yes it meant they could do some amazing things but that wasn't one of them. She had never even heard of such a thing happening before. And surely if one had been healed to the point of never being able to scar again the wizarding world would have heard about it as the Healer would have been sought after by everyone to have their magic worked on them so that they would never scar again.

Bella wasn't even a healer, her specialty was not in healing but rather in breaking people. She shouldn't have been able to do something like this, ever. The things it hinted at for her left her head spinning a bit and she sat back on her heels, her fingers resting against the place on his shirt that she knew beneath it would show flawless skin even though it shouldn't have. If she was powerful enough to heal him and make it to where he never scarred again what else could she do? Just how powerful was she? It was something for her to think over later on for at the moment if she let herself go in her thoughts they would remain as they were for hours and she couldn't risk anyone coming in and seeing the traces of blood about and it leading to questions she would rather not answer.

"Have you told anyone about this? More importantly has anyone noticed?" This wasn't something she could let get out, not until she knew what it meant. Perhaps it was nothing more than a fluke, a mistake that in the end benefited him more than it harmed him. Either way she needed to figure it out before going any further and before doing anything else.

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[info]first_sirius
2009-11-30 10:11 pm UTC (link)
Sirius shook his head.

As much fun as getting into trouble could be, getting away with something was infinitely more fun. He'd much rather no get caught. And he couldn't shake the sense that there was something private about these little lessons with Bella. There was something of an implicit understanding that he wasn't really supposed to talk about them. After all, parents worried too much for their own good. They were always telling him to stay away from things - places, people, activities, whatever - out of what Sirius assumed was some kind of obligatory parental code of behaviour.

Fencing they didn't mind, but if they ever found out what had almost happened last summer, they might feel compelled to interfere. Or punish Bella. And it had been an accident, so punishment was completely unnecessary. Besides, these days it was a lot more enjoyable when his parents just... maintained their distance. He wasn't about to do anything that might jeopardize the time he got to spend alone with his cousin.

It simply hadn't occurred to him to tell anyone. There was no need, and Sirius wasn't much for sharing without cause. James was something of an exception, but it simply hadn't come up- not that Sirius had been consciously aware of it for terribly long. And this was something of a big secret, the kind whose explanation absolutely couldn't wind its way back to his parents.

"It's hard to notice," Sirius mentioned. It wasn't as though he'd ever been hurt badly enough at school for anyone to expect there to be a notable scar. "I bleed and bruise and burn and all that. Without magic I don't heal much quicker than anybody else- it's just that once it fades, once it heals, it just goes away."

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[info]first_bellatrix
2009-11-30 10:28 pm UTC (link)
"You are not to tell anyone of this, period. If someone notices just laugh it off and play it up as their being delusional or mistaken or something else along those lines. No one is to know about this, at least not until I figure it all out. If they ever ask about your not having scars just come up with some creative story to cover it all and if you can't, then change the subject and pretend as though you never heard their question, is that understood?" Bella knew that she was more than likely being overly cautious but this was not the sort of thing she could let get out, not in the least. She didn't need people hounding her to do something that she didn't even understand how she had done it in the first place. It made no sense to her whatsoever but at the same time on a much deeper level, it pleased her greatly to know that she had done something like this, something this big and this powerful. The thought of it all was a bit intoxicating and left her feeling more than a bit light headed and giddy. After all how many people could say they had healed someone and after wards that person never scarred again? Not many that she knew of and to know that she had done such a thing? Well it wasn't a secret that she was going to be sharing with anyone anytime soon. This would simply just be another thing that the two of them shared and no one else. It wasn't like they didn't already have secrets, what was one more added to the pile?

Summoning her dagger she quickly spelled it cleaned before tucking back into its place behind her back and with her wand still in hand she made sure and cleaned the mats of all traces of blood before turning towards him and removing all traces from his face and his clothing. Once she was sure that no traces of what they had discovered remained she rose to her feet and offered him a hand.

"What do you say we call it day and go find something else to do? We can continue your lessons tomorrow if you like."

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[info]first_sirius
2009-12-01 12:34 am UTC (link)
A few minutes before he might have argued the point, pressed her to keep on, but now he just felt exhausted. He reached up and took her hand. Well. Nearly exhausted. He didn't give her the slightest smirk of warning before he was gripping her hand tight and rocking his weight backward. It was easier to offset her center of gravity with how she was slightly leaning over, and he hauled her to the ground, aiming to have her land on the flat of her back atop the mat.

And then he was popping up himself, wearing a pleased, lupine smile. He never wanted it able to be said that he didn't pick up her lessons quickly enough. Besides, he figured it was the only way to make up for getting caught off guard earlier.

"My father's gotten Regulus and me new brooms for the summer," Sirius mentioned, carrying on pleasantly with their conversation. It was nothing new- every summer Regulus wanted the newest broom. That Sirius appeared to have little interest in trying out for the quidditch team (even if it was the Gryffindor team- though Regulus had pointed out that there wasn't technically anything in the rules that would have barred Sirius from trying out for the Slytherin team) seemed baffling to his younger brother. Sirius was still on the fence. He loved quidditch- watching and playing, but all that practicing looked like such an unnecessary hassle. "We should go down flying for a while. Maybe down to the waterfront- we can go swimming."

Sirius was already heading for the door. He'd need to actually get dressed - and get his wand - if they were going to go flying. His mind was already working to fill up the day until they had to be back to get dressed for dinner. If he could come up with a way to get out that, he'd give it a shot.

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[info]first_bellatrix
2009-12-01 02:16 am UTC (link)
Bella with a huff of air, blinking several times as she focused on the ceiling of the room. Well, she certainly hadn't been expecting that but at least he was picking up on what she had taught. Granted the fact that she was now flat on her back didn't amuse her but she would get over it. Tilting her head slightly she watched him leave the room, taking a few moments to gather her wits and push her thoughts that were battering at the inside of her mind to the side. There would be time for all of that later. Right now she had a cousin to show up and prove to once more that she was better than him.

Pushing herself up off of the mats she turned and headed out of the room, her voice echoing off of the tile in the foyer as she called for him to wait up. She needed to change as well but after that she had no plans for the afternoon and the thought of spending it on a broom and showing him up sounded like an excellent idea.

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[info]goldcraftstudio
2011-02-11 11:49 am UTC (link)
After the wood has been sealed and has dried it is then time to lay the imitation gold leaf. It is not ever easy to decorate any object by using gold leaf. You need to consult an expert.

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