Most Ancient and Noble House of Black | bellatrix (![]() ![]() |
That look in a young man's eye, any other girl would be sent within a fit of swooning but Bellatrix Black held her ground. Besides, they were only children yet but even as she grew, little mind would be paid to the opposite sex when the true lust awaited in the depths of magical empowerment. Her face so pale and young, yet those icicle blue eyes hinted with something ferocious at the thought of death.
Not yet developed lips pursed forward, adding to the appearance of disagreement despite the sly undertones still abhorred by her grin. It was amazing the nicknames these two got away with, for in later years no other but sister and betrothed would ever call her something other than Bellatrix.
Hands pressed down onto her tiny, stalk-like knees as she pushed herself up as soon as the squirrel went off in another direction. Excitement would surely get the better of them. Her mess of hair aflutter as she sprung to her feet. "Nevermind Andi," death wouldn't be a suitable reaction for a beloved sister. Not now, anyway. \
There was a perk to her step, almost bouncing her petite frame like she had ingested an obscene amount of sugar. "Yes, yes," she started with a run towards the opposite end of the forest, ultimately in direction of Lestrange Manor.