I slid my bangs behind my ear in hopes of them not falling in my face as I did my work. I felt them coming back down my face and I quickly blew them out of my face and pinned them back behind my ear once again, hoping they'd stay behind my ear and not in my face. I heard someone chuckle at me when they saw me getting frustrated with my bangs.
"Shut it, Malfoy."
"Well, someone's on her period," he chuckled again with a smirk on his face; I just wanted to smack it off.
"I said, shut it," I snapped, my eyes still not leaving the paper in front of me. I sighed and hit my forehead with my palm. I heard Malfoy get up from where he was and I heard his footsteps coming closer to the table I was sitting at. I inwardly groaned when I saw his hand on the table out of the corner of my eye.
"You know, Black, being cousins isn't so bad. At least you aren't like your good for nothing family relation, Sirius. You're more like your mu—"
"Do not compare me to her. Ever. And don't say anything about Sirius, he was your cousin too," I snapped again while looking up from my paper and into my cousin's eyes. I could feel my eyes clouding up with anger and I tried hard not to let it show. I glared at Draco and stood up grabbing my papers and walked upstairs and into the room I usually stay at when I'm at the Manor.
I let out an angry sigh and threw my stuff onto my bed. I stared at the mirror that was mounted onto the wall.
I looked at my appearance and compared to my mother's, Bellatrix Lestrange. I looked like her, in the face somewhat. I had her lips, her eye shape, and her chin. But I had my father's cheek structure. I had somehow managed to end up with blue eyes; a gift from her sister, Narcissa. I brushed my bangs back again and ran my hand through my black hair, another trait I inherited from my family.
Everyone said I would be just like her. I would be a powerful witch with a strong influence. Sure, I wanted to be powerful, but I didn't want to be like her.
I wanted to be Violetta Black, not Bellatrix Lestrange. That's why I kept the Black name, and not my father's. I sighed to myself as I continued to think about it even though I didn't want to think about it. I should've been thinking about what's going on in the school. How, pretty much the whole Slytherin house was gone, except at few stayed to get Harry Potter when he returned to the school. That stupid git.
The school was being run by a bunch of Death Eaters, and to make matters worse, they were… recruiting, you would say, for Voldemort.
I walked out of the room and downstairs, but finding the room he and I were standing in a few minutes ago empty. I rolled my eyes and started walking around the Manor, making sure I didn't walk into anywhere I wasn't welcome. I eventually got bored and started walk back to the hallway where my room was. I was almost there until I heard a shrill voice.
"Violetta."
I stopped mid-step in the middle of the hallway and froze. I knew who the voice was; my hopes from earlier this day were shattered when I heard her voice.
"Mother."
I turned around to face her and she had a smug look on her face, like she was proud of something. And I know she wasn't proud of me, hell, I wouldn't even be proud of me.
"Have you seen your cousin, Draco? I need a word with him," she said with the look still on her face.
"Er, I saw him about 10 minutes ago actually, but I have no idea where he ran off too…" she looked at me for a second and then a slight smirk appeared on her face.
"It's good to see you, but I have to go find him. The Dark Lord wishes to speak with you, an urgent matter. It's important, and I urge you to go. You don't want to end up in trouble now, do you?" You could tell there was a proud edge in her voice. She was proud that Voldemort wanted to see her only child; she wanted her daughter to be just like her. And being summoned for a task by Voldemort was the only thing that made her proud.
One thing about Bellatrix Lestrange, she was in love and sexually attracted to Voldemort. Which was sickening to watch her fawn over him like a little school girl. Another thing different between her and I; I have decent taste in men.
