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

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* 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 She had closed herself off and withdrawn from in favour of being able to focus and she knew they noticed.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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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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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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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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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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