Who: Bellatrix and Ares What: getting into trouble, of course When: Christmas Break, Bella's seventh year Where: Knockturn Alley Rating: probably high, considering that it's Bella and Ares, and the location
Bellatrix was antsy for her studies at Hogwarts to be over. She was ready to become a Death Eater and get away from her stupid family - well, except Narcissa. She still loved her sister, but she had grown sick of her parents' badgering: "You ought to be doing this, not that, and you need to get your proper education before running off. And we hope you are not doing anything with that Lestrange boy; he is a Pureblood, but that does not mean he is the most suitable match for you. And you cannot whore yourself off before getting married..." blah blah blah. They could go on for days, if they wanted to. Sometimes they did.
This was what had brought her to Disapparate from her parents' house to Knockturn Alley. Now Bella stood in Borgin & Burkes, admiring an assortment of cursed jewelry. A yellowed, dusty sign hung above the jewelry that read, in all capital letters, "DO NOT TOUCH. ASK SALES ASSOCIATE FOR HELP." She put her hand out longingly to hover over a pretty silver bracelet with emeralds; it was truly beautiful. Too bad it wasn't for wearing. The man behind the counter clucked loudly, and Bellatrix quickly put her hand back down. Of course she knew not to touch the bracelet - how dumb did he think she was? It was just pretty, and she couldn't resist looking at it so closely.
Annoyed, Bella sighed loudly and walked out of the store onto the street. It was dark out, and she knew it wasn't a good place for her, an attractive seventeen-year-old girl by herself, to be. No matter, though. She had her wand and wasn't scared of anyone. She silently dared them to harass her.
Ahead, she saw a group of Witch prostitutes. Bella knew what they were because they wore no robes, only skimpy clothing and dresses with very high-heeled shoes. They couldn't have been Muggles, or they wouldn't have known that this place existed. She admired their short dresses that only covered their uppermost thighs, knowing her mum would think they were the epitome of bad taste. Perhaps that was why Bella liked them so much. She thought that maybe she should find out where they got their clothes so she could pop over there and buy something special to wear for Roddy.
"Oy!" Bellatrix interrupted one of them who had been asking a nearby older looking Wizard if he wanted a good time. Having no shame, she walked straight up to the prostitute and pretended not to know what she was. "Excuse me. I just wanted to know, where did you get your dress? It's lovely," she said sweetly.
The prostitute told her something along the lines of sod off, bitch, but it didn't really bother her. Bellatrix shrugged and walked on, looking for something else to get into. Maybe she would happen upon the clothing store anyway. Walking was nice - it gave her something to do.