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Most Ancient and Noble House of Black | bellatrix (noir_pur) wrote in seditio_wayback,

How did normal eleven year olds entertain themselves? Killing helpless forest creatures, of course! Rodolphus was crouched before her, treating the thing like a surgeon carefully identifying the organs he wanted to save for the moment of true gore. The forest ground created a gurney of leaves. And there she was, the oldest Black sister seated cross-legged on the ground like it were some throne. She had been accepted into Hogwarts, Slytherin no less. Her arrival home was like the ceremony of heroes. Everything since then was like a walk on high.

Rodolphus peeled and stabbed, jabbing and squirting tiny vessels to create a bed of deep crimson, the oldest of the blood seeping deep into the ground to create black, new life. Her eyes were not on him. Whereas any other child would either be completely fascinated by the death before them or disgusted to the point of running off to Mummy and Dad, Bellatrix remained perfectly tame. Chattering on about who knew what, as though this were just second nature to her. A wonderful marriage they would have. Husband bringing home the corpse of another elected official and perfect little wife ranting on about the consistency of dust on her favourite spell book.

Her eyes were set up to the ever-waving leaf canopy above. "I really don't think Andi should even be able to get away with it, yes? She is such a nuisance sometimes and I think all that needs to happen is a good smack. Don't you think that helps best? I mean," the dark-haired girl finally turned back to her friend, "With that damned elf," she loved the way only they could use such obscene language like it was the very thing that held such sin, "It is his place to remember where you want your things. I personally believe you should just be done with him and move on."

Her words were such a fast-flowing rant she had hardly noticed what it was she was saying, until the end hit her. The way his hands maneuvered inside that squirrel. That was it. A smirk crept over her lips. "What about that, Rod? Be done with him.."