Chapter 1
The Lestrange house lay quiet as Badoura slept peacefully in her large bedroom, but unfortunately it did not lie quiet for long. "BADOURA LESTRANGE GET YOURSELF OUT OF BED RIGHT NOW. WE ARE LEAVING IN FIVE MINUTES," screamed Mrs. Lestrange from the bottom of the stairs.
Badoura's eyes flipped open. She rolled over groggily. She had forgotten that she was going to the annual end of summer brunch, brought to you by the Nott family. Badoura couldn't help but feel relieved that summer was almost over. She had spent most of it in France with the Malfoy family, of which her Grandparents were good friends with. The other times that she was not in France; she was laying outside on the lawn calculating the hours until she went back to Hogwarts.
"NOW," Badoura's mother screamed again. Sighing, she pulled herself out of bed to the large closet where she kept all of her wizard robes. She flipped through the many variations of pink in the closet and decided on a nice set of blue robes, the only set that was not pink.
Badoura changed quickly and braided her hair. She descended the stairs looking thoroughly miserable. Badoura's mother took one look at her and sighed. "I do wish you had worn pink," she said looking at Badoura with slight dissatisfaction. Rabastan and Rodolphus were standing in all black, each with a rather smug look on their face. "You know you look half decent in pink. Besides William Nott is going to be there," Badoura's mother continued.
Rodolphus and Rabastan laughed out loud. "Come on Mum. William Nott is a prat. I thought you could at least come up with something better than that," Rodolphus said giving a snort.
"Yeah, the only reason people actually like him, is because he is good looking," Rabastan continued.
"Well I think he is a lovely boy," mrs. Lestrange said defensively, "Don't you Badoura?"
"I am going to have to agree with Rod on this one. He is a prat," Badoura said shrugging. William was a prat. He was self-centered. He knew he was gorgeous and that everyone else thought he was gorgeous. Unfortunately in the last year, he had taken to annoying Badoura.
"Well," said Mrs. Lestrange in a huff, "Let's go."
The Lestrange family made their way to the Nott house by way of a portkey. Badoura's father was meeting them there, since he had to work in the morning.
Mrs. Lestrange quickly circled around Badoura, Rodolphus, and Rabastan making sure that everything was in place. When she was sure that each was looking their best, she knocked on the door. The Nott's house was a country estate, or that's what Badoura's mother called it. It was large and important looking. Its windows were large and long. There were no other houses around until you got into town which was miles away.
A small house elf opened the door for them. "They are on the lawn Madam," said the house elf curtsying. Badoura's mother swept past the house elf, nearly knocking her to the ground. Rodolphus and Rabastan did the same. Badoura smiled at the house elf and carefully walked around her. She liked house elves. They were usually very helpful. The house elf blushed and curtsied again.
Badoura walked though the house making her way to the large gardens in the back of the house. The house was enormous inside as it was outside. It had four floors of magnificent paintings and chandeliers. The only reason Badoura did lose her way was because she knew the house almost as well as her own.
Badoura walked out onto the stone courtyard. Everyone was dressed in their best robes for the event. It was the most fashionable event of the summer every year. Badoura frowned and looked around her with malice. Fools, she thought to herself.
Four girls next to her were looking at her and giggling. She didn't mind though, because none of them were very attractive either. She noticed Bellatrix Black was among them. She was clearly the most attractive, if only she would only smile a little more. She whispered to the blonde girl next to her and looked Badoura up and down with disgust. The blonde girl laughed heartily. Badoura rolled her eyes.
"Badoura," she heard Bellatrix say greasily, "Do you want to sit with us?"
Badoura looked at her is shock. Was she offering her charity? Badoura just shrugged and said, "No thanks."
It was Bellatrix's turn to look shocked. Badoura smiled and walked away. She knew she didn't have any friends here, but she didn't plan on making any either. Badoura sat down in a wicker chair. Now she was really miserable. She crossed her legs and looked around. William was with his pureblood friends. She watched him with slight interest. He was leaning
casually against the garden wall. His dark eyes showed amusement. His hair was cleanly cut.
"I forgot you were going to be here," said a familiar voice from behind her. It was Sirius. Badoura turned around to look at him. He looked very unhappy. His grey eyes were looking around darkly. His hair fell into his face.
"Yeah," Badoura said not knowing what to say. It had been two months since she had last seen Sirius. He had grown taller and fuller. He still looked the same but something had changed in him.
"I'm bored," he mumbled sitting down in a chair next to her. "I saw you talking to Bellatrix," he said abruptly.
"Yeah she thought I desperately wanted to be friends with her or something, but I turned her down. She was pretty upset," Badoura said sarcastically glancing over at Bellatrix who looked like she was having the time of her life.
Sirius stayed quiet for a little while. His parents were talking with Badoura's parents. Mrs. Black was talking animatedly about, from what Badoura could discern was, goblins. "Foul creatures," Mrs. Black said slicing the air with her hand. Badoura's parents nodded with fervently.
Sirius was watching in horror. "I can't take much more of this, Badoura," he said as though he was ready to launch himself at his mother. He looked away and straight at Badoura. "What's with your eyes?" he said changing the subject.
"My parents think I am part Metamorphmagus, only I don't have control over them. It's more like my moods control them. What color are they now?" Badoura said opening her eyes a little wider so that Sirius could see the color better. "Green," said Sirius after some thought, "What does green mean?"
"I dunno, they are usually green when I am really angry, but I don't feel very angry. Maybe it's because I am bored." Badoura said shrugging.
"Oh look, here comes the king of Hogwarts," Sirius said sarcastically. Badoura turned around to see William Nott walking towards them with what looked like a royal train. Badoura laughed.
"Oh, how good of you Badoura," said William with a smile, "Giving our dear Sirius Black some charity."
Sirius shrugged as though saying is that the best you can do. Badoura smiled at his casualness. "I don't think he is the only one that needs charity," Badoura said coolly, "Maybe someone over there can help you," she said pointing to a group of giggling girls who were looking in his direction.
William's smile didn't fade. "I always knew you were smart as well as pretty, Badoura," William said looking her up and down as though she were a piece of meat. The girls who had been giggling had inched closer to where William was standing. They were eyeing Badoura jealously.
"Let's go," Sirius said clearly bored with William. He grabbed Badoura and they walked towards the maize of gardens. William watched them go with an amused look on his face. "He thinks very highly of himself," Sirius said in disgust, "I've known him since I was about three. He used to steal my toys. He was such a sweetheart back then," he said with a laugh like a bark.
Sirius and Badoura were always known as the most unsociable people at these events. They spent much of the day out of sight in the gardens. Badoura liked Sirius. He was funny and easy to talk to. He also happened to be extremely attractive. He has grey eyes and dark hair that was usually falling into his face. But unfortunately for Badoura, he didn't think of her as anything more than a friend. In fact, he treated her almost like he would treat James, Remus, or Peter. She was just one of the boys. It was 8 o'clock at night when people actually started leaving the Nott's country estate. Badoura was close to tears she was so bored. She and Sirius had played Chess about nine times and exploding snap fourteen times.
"Badoura," called Badoura's mother from the garden wall. Her voice was shaky as though she was as drunk as a sailor. "We-we're le-leaving." "That doesn't sound good," said Sirius with an entertained look on his face. Badoura groaned. "She'll be interesting to walk home with," Badoura said laughing as her mother struggled to walk towards her, "I guess I'll see you in Diagon Alley next week." "Wednesday, then," Sirius said helping her to her feet. Badoura's mother was singing a song that no one could discern as she was lead to the door by Badoura. "Mum, I am not going to carry you, keep your feet moving."
The Lestrange house lay quiet as Badoura slept peacefully in her large bedroom, but unfortunately it did not lie quiet for long. "BADOURA LESTRANGE GET YOURSELF OUT OF BED RIGHT NOW. WE ARE LEAVING IN FIVE MINUTES," screamed Mrs. Lestrange from the bottom of the stairs.
Badoura's eyes flipped open. She rolled over groggily. She had forgotten that she was going to the annual end of summer brunch, brought to you by the Nott family. Badoura couldn't help but feel relieved that summer was almost over. She had spent most of it in France with the Malfoy family, of which her Grandparents were good friends with. The other times that she was not in France; she was laying outside on the lawn calculating the hours until she went back to Hogwarts.
"NOW," Badoura's mother screamed again. Sighing, she pulled herself out of bed to the large closet where she kept all of her wizard robes. She flipped through the many variations of pink in the closet and decided on a nice set of blue robes, the only set that was not pink.
Badoura changed quickly and braided her hair. She descended the stairs looking thoroughly miserable. Badoura's mother took one look at her and sighed. "I do wish you had worn pink," she said looking at Badoura with slight dissatisfaction. Rabastan and Rodolphus were standing in all black, each with a rather smug look on their face. "You know you look half decent in pink. Besides William Nott is going to be there," Badoura's mother continued.
Rodolphus and Rabastan laughed out loud. "Come on Mum. William Nott is a prat. I thought you could at least come up with something better than that," Rodolphus said giving a snort.
"Yeah, the only reason people actually like him, is because he is good looking," Rabastan continued.
"Well I think he is a lovely boy," mrs. Lestrange said defensively, "Don't you Badoura?"
"I am going to have to agree with Rod on this one. He is a prat," Badoura said shrugging. William was a prat. He was self-centered. He knew he was gorgeous and that everyone else thought he was gorgeous. Unfortunately in the last year, he had taken to annoying Badoura.
"Well," said Mrs. Lestrange in a huff, "Let's go."
The Lestrange family made their way to the Nott house by way of a portkey. Badoura's father was meeting them there, since he had to work in the morning.
Mrs. Lestrange quickly circled around Badoura, Rodolphus, and Rabastan making sure that everything was in place. When she was sure that each was looking their best, she knocked on the door. The Nott's house was a country estate, or that's what Badoura's mother called it. It was large and important looking. Its windows were large and long. There were no other houses around until you got into town which was miles away.
A small house elf opened the door for them. "They are on the lawn Madam," said the house elf curtsying. Badoura's mother swept past the house elf, nearly knocking her to the ground. Rodolphus and Rabastan did the same. Badoura smiled at the house elf and carefully walked around her. She liked house elves. They were usually very helpful. The house elf blushed and curtsied again.
Badoura walked though the house making her way to the large gardens in the back of the house. The house was enormous inside as it was outside. It had four floors of magnificent paintings and chandeliers. The only reason Badoura did lose her way was because she knew the house almost as well as her own.
Badoura walked out onto the stone courtyard. Everyone was dressed in their best robes for the event. It was the most fashionable event of the summer every year. Badoura frowned and looked around her with malice. Fools, she thought to herself.
Four girls next to her were looking at her and giggling. She didn't mind though, because none of them were very attractive either. She noticed Bellatrix Black was among them. She was clearly the most attractive, if only she would only smile a little more. She whispered to the blonde girl next to her and looked Badoura up and down with disgust. The blonde girl laughed heartily. Badoura rolled her eyes.
"Badoura," she heard Bellatrix say greasily, "Do you want to sit with us?"
Badoura looked at her is shock. Was she offering her charity? Badoura just shrugged and said, "No thanks."
It was Bellatrix's turn to look shocked. Badoura smiled and walked away. She knew she didn't have any friends here, but she didn't plan on making any either. Badoura sat down in a wicker chair. Now she was really miserable. She crossed her legs and looked around. William was with his pureblood friends. She watched him with slight interest. He was leaning
casually against the garden wall. His dark eyes showed amusement. His hair was cleanly cut.
"I forgot you were going to be here," said a familiar voice from behind her. It was Sirius. Badoura turned around to look at him. He looked very unhappy. His grey eyes were looking around darkly. His hair fell into his face.
"Yeah," Badoura said not knowing what to say. It had been two months since she had last seen Sirius. He had grown taller and fuller. He still looked the same but something had changed in him.
"I'm bored," he mumbled sitting down in a chair next to her. "I saw you talking to Bellatrix," he said abruptly.
"Yeah she thought I desperately wanted to be friends with her or something, but I turned her down. She was pretty upset," Badoura said sarcastically glancing over at Bellatrix who looked like she was having the time of her life.
Sirius stayed quiet for a little while. His parents were talking with Badoura's parents. Mrs. Black was talking animatedly about, from what Badoura could discern was, goblins. "Foul creatures," Mrs. Black said slicing the air with her hand. Badoura's parents nodded with fervently.
Sirius was watching in horror. "I can't take much more of this, Badoura," he said as though he was ready to launch himself at his mother. He looked away and straight at Badoura. "What's with your eyes?" he said changing the subject.
"My parents think I am part Metamorphmagus, only I don't have control over them. It's more like my moods control them. What color are they now?" Badoura said opening her eyes a little wider so that Sirius could see the color better. "Green," said Sirius after some thought, "What does green mean?"
"I dunno, they are usually green when I am really angry, but I don't feel very angry. Maybe it's because I am bored." Badoura said shrugging.
"Oh look, here comes the king of Hogwarts," Sirius said sarcastically. Badoura turned around to see William Nott walking towards them with what looked like a royal train. Badoura laughed.
"Oh, how good of you Badoura," said William with a smile, "Giving our dear Sirius Black some charity."
Sirius shrugged as though saying is that the best you can do. Badoura smiled at his casualness. "I don't think he is the only one that needs charity," Badoura said coolly, "Maybe someone over there can help you," she said pointing to a group of giggling girls who were looking in his direction.
William's smile didn't fade. "I always knew you were smart as well as pretty, Badoura," William said looking her up and down as though she were a piece of meat. The girls who had been giggling had inched closer to where William was standing. They were eyeing Badoura jealously.
"Let's go," Sirius said clearly bored with William. He grabbed Badoura and they walked towards the maize of gardens. William watched them go with an amused look on his face. "He thinks very highly of himself," Sirius said in disgust, "I've known him since I was about three. He used to steal my toys. He was such a sweetheart back then," he said with a laugh like a bark.
Sirius and Badoura were always known as the most unsociable people at these events. They spent much of the day out of sight in the gardens. Badoura liked Sirius. He was funny and easy to talk to. He also happened to be extremely attractive. He has grey eyes and dark hair that was usually falling into his face. But unfortunately for Badoura, he didn't think of her as anything more than a friend. In fact, he treated her almost like he would treat James, Remus, or Peter. She was just one of the boys. It was 8 o'clock at night when people actually started leaving the Nott's country estate. Badoura was close to tears she was so bored. She and Sirius had played Chess about nine times and exploding snap fourteen times.
"Badoura," called Badoura's mother from the garden wall. Her voice was shaky as though she was as drunk as a sailor. "We-we're le-leaving." "That doesn't sound good," said Sirius with an entertained look on his face. Badoura groaned. "She'll be interesting to walk home with," Badoura said laughing as her mother struggled to walk towards her, "I guess I'll see you in Diagon Alley next week." "Wednesday, then," Sirius said helping her to her feet. Badoura's mother was singing a song that no one could discern as she was lead to the door by Badoura. "Mum, I am not going to carry you, keep your feet moving."