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Bellatrix Black walked down the long hallway, her dark cloak covering her black hair and eyes. She was almost late for a Death Eater meeting among the Slytherins and she had left her mask in her locker.
Her long fingers reached for the lock and spun the combination. It didn't open. She tried it twice more. It wouldn't open. She threw back her hood with a growl and tried it thrice more (thrice is such a cool word). It didn't work. In an instant, her wand was out and she was fuming.
"CURSE YOU LOCKER! HOW DARE YOU NOT OPEN FOR ME!!!?" Many curses shot out of her wand at the evil locker, but it still did not open.
She went insane, screaming curses around the hall at her locker, other lockers, classroom doors, passing Hufflepuffs… After a while she just stood there, fuming angrily and mumbling incoherent curses and death threats. Finally she muttered "bloody locker." And attempted to stomp away but a strong hand stopped her. She whirled around, wand out.
"Oh. Hi, Rudolphus," she said, still angry.
"What's wrong? You know we have a meeting in a few minutes, don't you?"
"Yes." She said, daring him to say more.
"My mask is in my locker. It won't open!"
She attempted to get away again.
"Let me GO!"
"First of all, Bella, that was my locker. Second, I have your mask. You left it in the common room," he explained, still scared of her wrath.
She snatched the mask out of his hand and stormed away.
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