Who: Bella, McGonagall, Dean and Fred. What:Clash of the Titans! Skirmish time! Where: Grimmauld place. When: Friday Evening, October 22. Rating: Potentially high for violence. Status: Closed/Incomplete.
The craps rolls out your mouth again Haven't changed, your brain is still gelatin Little whispers circle around your head Why don't you worry about yourself
Bella was more than furious as she appeared at the end of the street once more, her cloak snapping around her as she moved forward steadily. She had spent the better part of a week trying to find what she was missing where the wards were concerned and had spent more than her fair share of time up to her elbows in dust and books and history that she never thought to go through again. The return trip home, back to the manor where she had spent most of her summers with her grandparents had proven to be useless and rather than putting her in a good mood as it usually did it only served to irritate her even more as the answers she sought were no where to be found. She was a Black for Merlin's sake and one of the best dark witches to come long in a very long while and yet here she was being outsmarted by a pathetic little ward. The journals in her grandfathers study had been of no help and the portraits hadn't known anything either. Bella had hoped that with her Aunt having another portrait in the manor as well as in Grimmauld that she would have been able to tell her what had gone on inside of its walls and what wards had been placed up and how she was to get around them but the other woman had been of no help, instead she had ranted and raved about the filth that had invaded her home and desecrated the place of her fathers. Bella loved her aunt dearly, really she did, but there were days that the woman got on her nerves and this was one of those days.
Having come up empty handed, Bella had scrounged through her entire personal library as well as that of Rodolphus' and having been resigned to having to do this hard way had stashed away several of the darker and more volatile books figuring that something would have to cause the wards to cave. After all nothing was impenetrable. Every ward would be brought down if one simply had the right tools and enough determination and patients to see the job through to the end and Bella was nothing if not determined and while she might not have been the most patient person when it came to something like this she was determined to win.
Coming to a stop once more in front of the house she stared up at it for a moment, the hooded cloak she wore did well to through her face into even further shadows, the expression she wore hidden by the darkness she was so closely with. Setting the bag she had brought with her down on the ground she pulled out her dagger and without even a flinch dragged it across the palm of her hand. There would be no testing the wards today, no surveillance of the property and no seeing if anyone else was around. She had one goal and one goal only mind and time could not be wasted with petty useless tactics. Satisfied that the blood had welled up enough in the palm of her hand she knelt down and pressed her hand against the ground as she had done the week before. Wards always started in the ground at the root and base of everything and that was where she was going to start as well. Somewhere in the back of her mind some sort of warning was going off, telling her that she should be more careful and cautious of her surroundings and that perhaps she should have brought Rodolphus or even Rabastan along with her but Bella paid the voice no mind or attention. This was something personal that she had to do for herself and she couldn't afford any distractions.
Satisfied when the wards gave way beneath her hand she picked up the bag she had set down earlier and stepped forward onto the property. Moving with a sure steadiness she only made it half way to the house before she met the first ward that prevented her from going any further. Setting her bag down once more she knelt and pulled it open and began to go through it, resigning herself to a long night of spell work that would hopefully end the way she wanted it to.