all my life had been murk and depths, but i was not a part of that dark water.
i was a creature within it. bellatrix lestrange twenty seven. socialite. sister.
“I’m so HUNGRY, fucking hell,” Mary groaned, sitting back in her seat a little too far, feeling herself fall backwards and into someone. A shrieking sound accompanied her body clunking on the ground, “I’m still hungry but now I’m just on the fucking ground. Brilliant. Sorry about that, I hope you’re okay. I really wasn’t trying to snog your shoe, I just need more sleep.”
“ALL I hear is complaining and you not doing something about it,” said Bellatrix, looking at the other with a more than annoyed expression. Was the world just OUT to get on her nerves? “Go the fuck home, eat some food, get some sleep and shut the fuck up, yeah? No one cares about you not meeting your basic needs.”
“What are you doing out in the sun, Bella? I thought you were allergic?” He replied without even opening his eyes. He wouldn’t give her the time of day, it seemed. It was something he had learned very quickly was the fastest way to get his family to piss right the hell off. Indulging none of their little jabs at his expense. It used to infuriate his mother. Good times, those.
“Right, giving back. Thought that concept was foreign to you. Good to know you’ve grown, Bella. Good to know.” He then popped one eye open just to look her over. A sarcastic smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. “Bloody hell. I didn’t think you could get any paler. But there you are, white as a sheet of paper. Anyhow. I feel perfectly safe. See, in order for something to be threatening you need to be scared of it. You’re about as scary as wet parchment and I don’t see any of your pals around.” He then opened both his eyes, looked around him dramatically and then closed his eyes again, but not before putting his hands behind his head and sticking out his elbows. “What’re you doing here, anyway? Sun’s already out. Don’t need your sparkling personality to brighten up people’s days, I reckon.”
“I’m sorry, was that supposed to be an insult?” She looked at him with an amused look on her face, baffled by how bad that attempt was. “I mean --- I’m NOT, and even if I were, that’d be just a ... weak attempt at bothering me.” Bellatrix shook her head, almost disappointed; she had expected better. Being disappointed with Sirius was nothing new, though.
“Why should something that’s my job be foreign to me, Sirius? I invest in good causes daily, it’s what I DO. Bothering you is just another small way for me to do society a favour.” Her lips were curled in a similar smirk, red lips wide. “Oh, I wasn’t threatening you, dear cousin --- I was merely stating the truth. See, I am perfectly safe walking around, but the likes of you? A famous blood traitor and general nuisance like you? Come across the wrong people ... who knows what could happen?” Her voice feigned worry, her hand grabbing at her heart for a second before she returned to her smirk. If you asked her, Sirius should be afraid of her, but she didn’t mind the fact that he underestimated her. It’d bite him in the arse later on, she was sure of it. “I’m running errands, doing some shopping, normal people things. I do those.”
“Please tell me that you are not about to buy that hideous thing…” Evan looked over at the other; judging them up and down about their chosen attire. Wearing something that should be burned and never sold should be illegal. “Oh Biscuit…. that does not match your complexion and the fabric is so cheap. I would kill over in a heartbeat if it even touched this delicious skin.” With a scrunched up face and a look of pure disgust before he simply grabbed the outfit and threw it to the side. “Let’s find you something that would look amazing.”
“Did I ASK for your advice, Evan?,” questioned Bellatrix, giving the other a sharp, but somewhat playful look. She had to admit that she was most likely the least fashionable member of her family, but that didn’t mean she didn’t have taste. Having taste was practically part of being a Black, as well as a Rosier ( not of a Lestrange, in her opinion ). “Maybe you should become shopping assistant in some clothing store, so your comments will be actually appreciated. I HAPPEN to think that this goes extremely nicely with my complexion, and it’s suede, you ass.”
lily frowned as she watched as her vision became disrupt as a rogue piece of hair fell. blowing at the piece, she smiled softly in satisfaction as it moved out of her eyesight. the red head had just finished her tiring but rewarding shift when she noticed a familiar figure in front of her; smiling more brightly, she continued her trek forward, “please tell me that you are not here for an injury because if you aren’t, you should come join me for a butter beer?”
“What if I DID come in here bleeding, and needing your assistance? That’d be a rather unprofessional way to talk to a patient, don’t you think?” Bellatrix raised her eyebrows at the other, completely baffled at the fact that she was inviting her for a butter beer on TOP of this nonsense. “Any other day I would happily come with you, but it just so happens that I’m here to visit a friend.” A younger, reckless fellow Death Eater, actually, whom she had to make SURE was keeping quiet. “So scurry off, I’ll ask another, more competent employee where I can find my visitee.”
his wand tapped rhythmically on his desk as he read up on the new case that graced his desk, he knew it was one of the death eaters — they left their calling card again — but it was a matter of which one and how easy they would be to track down and throw in azkaban. he startled when he heard the noise just beyond his cubicle, peeking out to see what had happened, “you all right mate?”
The irony of funding a government department that’d throw her in Azkaban if they KNEW about all the things she was up to never failed to make Bellatrix shake with amusement. Money didn’t mean much to her, and so she preferred spending it on things that’d make her look charitable. In order to perfect her role of financial supporter, she made sure to visit the DMLE from time to time, and then act like the vapid socialite her parents would have wanted her to be. “Oh yes,” she said, a soft giggle slipping past her lips. “I’m SO clumsy --- ALWAYS stumbling on these stupid heels! And you, Mr Shacklebolt? Not too busy, I hope?”
SWEATING, HEART pounding, Cas ducked into a doorway and shoved her long hair out of her eyes. She pressed her lips tightly together and tried to slow her breathing so she could hear, from around the corner, the sound of footsteps, trying to judge – and then, with a burst of energy, she sprang out from her hiding place and had her wand to the throat of the intruder before they could blink. “Don’t move,” she hissed.
She was QUICK, that she couldn’t deny. Bellatrix felt the wood of Dorcas’ wand press at her throat, not feeling an inch of fear, but amusement in stead. “It’s good to know that they’re actually teaching those Aurors something.” A mask hid her face, the other unable to see the smirk curling her lips. Bellatrix pushed her walnut wand in Dorcas’ upper leg, allowed a slicing curse to leave it. “I don’t listen to commands, though,” she spat, pushing the other back. “And I don’t appreciate you shoving your wand in my face.”
The streets were quiet today. Another sign of the times. The watery sun overhead with a stiff breeze made the day cool. He’d decided against wearing a robe. Not necessarily out of spite, but more because he just wouldn’t feel comfortable in them. He’d, quite demonstratively, placed himself on one of the many empty benches outside one of the shops. His knapsack was filled with the parts that he had enchanted, something he was just not adept enough at to do himself. A solitary witch scuffled through the empty alleyway behind him, quickly shooting into the place that she needed to be. Another set of footsteps alerted him to the presence of another, coming up to meet him. He brushed aside his unkempt hair and looked up, partially blinded by the weak sun directly behind. “Move an inch out of the way, you’re in my sun and I’m working on my highly impressive tan.” He said with an impressively devious smirk on his face.
SIRIUS. Her eyes had fallen on her disgraced cousin a while ago, and while Bellatrix would usually avoid conversation with him, she was feeling confrontational that day. Mood swings were norm for her now; she hadn’t felt in control of her emotions and desires in a long time. Trying to figure them out was like trying to solve a paradoxical riddle. There was no right answer, and it was bloody useless to spend your time on. And so she didn’t waste her energy on trying to figure out why she felt a certain way one moment and another way another. She just gave into impulse in stead. “Hm, I think I’ll stay,” she said, feeling a hint of excitement at the fact that Sirius had -- most likely -- not recognised her when he had addressed her. “Because, you know, being an inconvenience to the world’s inconveniences is what I DO for fun. It’s my way of giving back.” Bellatrix paused for a second. “Are you sure, by the way, that it’s safe for you to just ... sit out and about so carelessly? These are DARK times, after all.”
wands at the ready, BELLATRIX LESTRANGE has joined the fight! the TWENTY SEVEN year old works as SOCIALITE , but spends HER time fighting for THE DEATH EATERS. BELLATRIX is known to be DISCIPLINED & STRATEGIC, as well as DOMINEERING & UNSTABLE.
YIKES, i’m bringing in a third and she’s the absolute worst!!
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TRIGGERS: sexism, there’s a warning before the bullet points <3 there’s also some hints at emotional abuse throughout but nothing specific
history!
bellatrix was born a slight disappointment, but later just became a challenge. her mother wished for her to be prim and proper, while her father tried to shape her into the son he had never had — it was confusing, at times, but bellatrix EXCELLED in both. she was able to curl lips in proper smiles and took in the things her father thought her with big eyes.
[ sexism tw but her dad treated her as less, and her mother wanted to shove her in dresses that she hated. bellatrix followed their words with obedience, yes, but also proved to be a challenge time after time again. on one hand, she vocally dismissed the girly role her mother tried to force on her, while on another, her father kept wishing he had a son, not realising that bellatrix was ready to do the things a son was supposed to do. there was a lot of sexism in her upbringing, tbh, a lot of forced femininity and restriction because of her being a girl.
she hated it, never really understood it. bellatrix could understand that this was how the world -- how her world -- spun, but she didn’t get why it did, and why it shouldn’t change. it took years for her to unlearn the internalised sexism, and to allow herself to feel the anger she felt in regards to the ways she was underestimated because of her gender. end of tw ]
grew up with her two younger sisters, whom she loved more than anything. growing up as the oldest gave bellatrix a certain sense of responsibility and protectiveness. i mean. she’d literally curse anyone tf out when she was little for them, as well as for her cousins probably? fight me emoji. would and will go to hell for her family.
was a good student at hogwarts. honestly, bellatrix is really, highly intelligent, and she knew how to apply herself. she didn’t particularly like school ( she hated most of the people there, to be honest ) but by sticking to the common room and putting in the needed time, she got good results. bellatrix was very controlled during hogwarts at most times, and while she wasn’t afraid to speak her purist thoughts & be an asshole, she did so in a calm & collected manner. was just a vocal bully tbh and didn’t do any physical/magical shit bc she just didnt care enough to risk getting in any shit over people she deemed below her.
was almost sorted into hufflepuff, btw. bellatrix has such a STRONG sense of loyalty that it’s dangerous, and the hat very much saw that and let her know. bellatrix was set on slytherin, though, determined to be sorted there, and that was what got her sorted there in the end.
held a certain power at hogwarts, i imagine. bellatrix would cut a bitch with words over the tiniest thing, made sure that everyone knew -- especially those that mattered -- that she was not to be messed with; she was a black, after all, and the oldest one. her power there and her lack of power at home was frustrating to say the least; at hogwarts, she was in control, at home she was just another pawn.
i imagine that talks of marriage started during her years at hogwarts, too. bellatrix exploded when she heard about it but knew to push her lips in a thin line and keep quiet after that outburst; her parents weren’t going to listen anyway. she did learn that she was a lot MORE than her parents bargained for, though, that she had a fire and a power that they didn’t want in a daughter --- she was supposed to be proper and prim and ice cold. in stead, she was fiery hot.
could’ve started a hell of a career after graduation but she didn’t. not because her mother would disapprove, but because bellatrix was set on joining the death eaters. in the years prior to her joining, she idealised the cause; she wanted to fight, knew she had it in her to really make a change. she never really questioned the purist beliefs she grew up believing, because she saw no reason to. why question something that gave you more power?
her father supported her decision to join, whereas her mother did not. bellatrix didn’t do it for them, though --- that step was HERS, and hers only. a shitty step, to be fair, but one that was made by her alone.
andromeda getting it on with ted fucking tonks was ... shit. bellatrix is very much a black and white thinker, and she was unable to look at that situation from a different angle than her own. to her, it was nothing but betrayal over a boy --- she knew that their family was toxic and bad, but she didn’t think she was, nor narcissa; to risk losing them over love? it was incomprehensible. the idea that losing andromeda is on her is something she won’t even consider; that’s stupid, in her head.
she lost her sister, and not to death or something like that --- she lost her because andromeda LEFT. it really shook bellatrix, and only made her want to have more control, more power, more everything, just so she could make sure that it wouldn’t happen again. it just. turned into an even more shit person tbh yikes.
bellatrix has been a death eater for about a decade now and she’s climbed a LOT of ranks. one reason as to why she’s successful is because bellatrix is clever; it’s not her dedication or skills, per se, but it’s her set of brains that has gotten her this far. she’s strategic and thinks about her actions, doesn’t do impulsiveness ( and thinks it stupid ). honestly she’s Much More capable than she is in the books, because while she’s been growing more and more unstable, she still has much more mental stability & so THINKS more.
also incredibly loyal, dangerously so. will do anything for the cause, for voldemort --- i’m not going with the bs that jkr wrote that she was in love with him, because? i dont vibe with that. also yikes. but there’s definitely an obsession there, a wish to impress, a ... need to impress, even. it’s desperate.
likes to present herself as this ... enigma of a woman, mysterious and dark and charming. works hard to keep up a public image as a socialite --- holds events, fundraisers, donates to st mungo’s and other good causes. she is not in the business of getting caught and being thrown in azkaban, and while i am sure there are a lot of suspicions around her -- as she’s not particularly keen on keeping her ... views quiet -- there’s no proof. she always wears a mask. leaves no traces. etc.
tidbits!
okay disclaimer time; i think bellatrix is a despicable human and that all made me a bit queasy. her motives are really warped and fucked, both because she has no morals whatsoever and because she’s such a black/white thinker.
um i completely forgot to mention anything about rodolphus and her marriage to him but thats bc im going to leave it open for now bc !! who knows what she and him will get up to depending on the interpretation of any future players!!
loves purple and red
looks really on fleek most of the time, tbh. she takes care of herself.
doesn’t like the nickname bella all too much, only narcissa gets to use it tbh ??? ?? ? probably
i imagine she hangs around the ministry a lot to just ,,, talk to politicians and keep up appearances and be all ~involved in the community and such.
poison has always run
in the blood in your veins.
you were never meant to be the pretty one
sitting and waiting.
you who paint yourself with blood
each and every day. who walk into a warzone
daily
you were born to stand tall -
to rule a broken world.
