——- ‘ STOP THAT, BELLATRIX. IT’S UNLADYLIKE OF YOU ’ had the couple continuously instructed their firstborn. whether it be giggling when dinning, scrapping her knees, whispering instead of talking, frowning, staining her dress or not knocking, bellatrix had grown up with so many restrictions she’d become accustomed to tiptoe even at her own home. such extreme and foolish guidelines upsetted the child, sending her into hissy fits that would be rapidly silenced by a slap in the face. in.between sobs, the young girl would apologize to her mother, and vow never to do repeat such poor behavior again. now, aged 29, bellatrix would often be found doing whatever she pleased. whatever action tickled her interest and proved exillarating enough to grasp her interest for long periods of time established her schedule, so much that the woman had now transformed into the epitome of UNPREDICTABILITY. she was a reckless one, the eldest daughter of cygnus and druella – so much that only a handful of her mother’s old-fashioned prohibitions continued to dictate her conduct nowadays. she was comprised of raucous laughter, lackadaisical footwork patterns, hunching, cursing and glaring at others as thought she were expecting her eyes to burn a hole through their flesh.
for that matter, she would never bother to knock – a handful of confused or shocked stares became fixed on her, as she allowed her infamous daunting smirk, attire the shade of DEATH itself and the maniacal, overpowering energy announce her presence to the seemingly-startled ministry employees.
the grin garnishing her sharp features widened at the sight of the other, and she took a moment to eye her from head to toe, to admire her, as if she’d been taken over by a tide of FASCINATION and INTEREST. her eyebrows remained slightly furrowed, not so as to convey confusion or anger, but as to give her expression an air of calm, control and superiority. “ i don’t know – can you be of any assistance, edith ? ” the hue of her lips mirrored that of blood – intense under the current light, yet with an underlying darkness to it as well. “ i like songbirds – yes, you know, those little birds that perch on the windows from time to time – ” bellatrix leaned against the doorframe, showing the most obvious form of comodity where she stood. one hand rested wrapped around her hip, while the other motioned every now and then as she spoke – “ i like to hear what have to say. have i arrived at an incovenient time? ” she finally asked, not expressing any regret at all, upon sensing the urgency to the other.
There were only a handful of people who intimidated Edith, and as luck would have it one was standing before her. She would never admit it, never let it show, but indeed, Bellatrix Black intimidated her. Even as a teenager she’d had a powerful presence, Edith had felt it all those years ago when she first met Bellatrix in the Slytherin common room.
Edith was acquainted with all three Black sisters, two of whom she considered friends. Bellatrix was not one of the two but that didn’t mean she counted her as an enemy, not yet. Time would tell on that front.
“Inconvenient? Your timing is quite perfect actually,” Edith countered contentedly, “I was just stepping out for lunch, I’d welcome the company.”
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