She squirmed, rearranging her legs. Discomfort was a small price for paradise, but one that must be paid. Inside her plain leather school shoes, her toes twitched, allowing her to revel in the excruciatingly strange pleasure of evanescing numbness. Wincing as each nerve in her feet sparked and buzzed, she opened one eye. Oh please, not now, not as she was delighting in her favourite pastime, being alone in public. She shuffled closer to the window. Maintaining silence was easy on the stone windowsill. Freezing her entire body, she closed her eyes and focused on her hearing.
"Bellatrix! Bella! Be-e-e-el-la-a-a!"
He sounds like a fucking idiot. A squib. A mudblood.
cruciocruciocruciocruciocruciocruciocruciocrucio.
Remember the corpse you saw that one time? Still like that, Bellatrix. Motionless. If you want it enough, you can have anything. Everything.
THUMP THUMP THUMP THUMP.
What kind of filth-blooded moron ignores the person they seek in their haste to locate them? Oh, Bella. You could feel relief, delight, tranquillity, and yet you choose contempt. Nicely done.
She opened the window a tad, and felt the humid breeze on her face and neck. Summer rain, her first and only love. The rain rattled the glass, as she stuck her head outside, contemplating for the briefest of moments the consequences of tipping her body forwards, before her mind pirouetted towards other sources of violent amusement. Two tiny looking students ran towards the castle, their robes and ties flailing in the wind and with air resistance. Yellow and black ties. Bellatrix pulled a disgusted face, half a pout with a wrinkled nose. In a flash, she decided to suck all the spit in her mouth to the middle and gob it at the saturated girls.
What's a little more liquid on girls in a storm? What's a little more scum on a Hufflepuff? Nothing. Absolutely, completely, insignificant nothing.
That's where Bellatrix lives, the realm of Nothing. The sarcastic laugh you probably imagined, the face at the window of the empty house, the girl sitting behind you when you're all alone. A mystery. Seeing, knowing, judging people, before they took the chance to do the same. Invisible and omnipresent. A god. A Goddess. Picking out faults, deciding fates, reading personalities, ranking worth, guessing blood class. Imagining killing them. Or fucking them. Fabricating conversations with them, for the sake of a comeback she'll never get to use. She hates people, every last fucking one of them. But she couldn't live without them. They're so interesting. Each and every dull, insignificant person. How they smile, how they scream, how they gaze, how they die. What they do when they think they're alone, singing quietly, scratching. And oh, the faces. People are so odd. Bellatrix isn't thankful for much, but she's thankful for her normality, her sanity.
She held her hand out of the window, letting it get spattered. Burning a small B into the stone with her wand, she licked her index finger before touching her nose tip with it. She gave her hair a quick backcomb with her fingers, scratched her arm one two three times. Slinging her bag over a shoulder, she slid down 5 floors of banisters, towards Charms.