Arthur stared at the curly, wild black hair of the beauty in front of him. Beauty seemed to be an insult. Arthur rubbed his red hair sheepishly, he had to get rid of these thoughts. It was quite obvious she was a Black or a Lestrange. At least judging by her silky robes and her sleek shoes. She stood straight and tall, he could sense her confidence.
A book was held around five inches from her slim nose. Her full lips were perked in interest. "Bellatrix!" came a loud voice to the left of them, a black haired boy came running up to her. He had a hooked nose and his eyes were too close together. The boy wrapped his arm around Bellatrix's. Arthur didn't like it. He didn't like it one bit.
He kept his calm. Bellatrix looked at the boy, annoyed at having been interrupted from her reading. "Purebloods mustn't yell or shout, you should know this by now Rodolphus." Arthur smirked to himself, he would learn to be a proper pureblood. Maybe, he might stand a chance.
Even at eleven, he knew what true love at first sight was and even if she couldn't see it. He could.
He walked up to her, making sure to keep his back as straight as possible, her dark brown eyes drifted over to him. He could feel her analyzing him. Arthur had a feeling she would make a swell Ravenclaw. Rodolphus sneered at him. "Excuse me but is that Muggie Mahem? Her writing is rather wonderful, don't you think?"
Bellatrix gave the smallest hint of a smile. But it was there. "Yes, indeed it is." She unwrapped her arm from Rodolphus's and held her hand out to Arthur. "My name is Bellatrix Black. You are?"
"Arthur. Arthur Weasley."
The chapters will be small and short like this.