Bellatrix Black ♔ Toujours pur (cruciobella) wrote in fourteenshades, @ 2012-09-03 22:27:00 |
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Entry tags: | colin creevey, x-bellatrix lestrange |
Who: Bellatrix and Open
What: Whatever you want it to be. (Subject to change)
Where: The edge of the forest.
When: Late evening.
Rating/Status: TBD/TBD
The village was maddening. A moment didn't go by that didn't make her feel less like cooperating. If she had it her way she'd burn the whole place to the ground and spit on it's ashes. But as irritated with her situation as she was, she knew she was vastly outnumbered. The residents themselves, skilled though she knew herself to be, had the advantage. Then of course there was the founders, which she knew she could never overcome. Then of course there was the obvious, those who wanted revenge. She didn't have many options, and thinking about it all was driving her round the bend.
The past few days she found herself pacing the hallways of her home with Rabastan. She spoke only a few words when prompted, finding anything else too taxing on her already strained nerves. She was stuck in her own mind, and that was never a good place to be. She had read and learned too much of her own future and it weighed heavily on her mind. Not regret, and no guilt. Such feelings never came to her. Firstly to regret she'd have to have committed the acts people mentioned and she had read of. She felt no guilt for those she had already committed and ones she hadn't, that was out of the question. Instead she felt like a trapped rat in a maze. It was infuriating.
She needed to get out. She needed a drink, but people were the last thing she wanted to deal with in her current mindset, it would complicate her already full plate of troubles. So she waited, hard though it was until nightfall.
Setting off from her home she brought a few things with her. As always her wand, it never left her side, a bottle of whiskey and a pack of cigarettes. She didn't have a destination in mind, but under the cover of nightfall she felt a little better. She wandered for a while before eventually settling down on the bench at the edge of the forest that Summer had brought her to during her orientation.
She sat there for a time, doing nothing but sitting and staring out into the forest. It was calm, quiet and she had seen nobody for quite a while. That suited her just fine. She had little to say in any case. After an hour or so she opened her bottle and took a few sips, letting the familiar burn of the bitter liquid warm her, while she tried to forget for a while where she was. Feeling the effects of a mild buzz setting in she placed her bottle down and lit up a smoke, and watched the smoke coiling up into the air before her. She'd stay her all night if she could, and perhaps if sleep came over her she would curl up and sleep the night on the bench. It was better in a way. Better then a home that was not hers. Here she could forget for a moment.