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Chapter 8

You Gotta Feel The Beat, Man!

They boarded the train, which was too crowded for Bellatrix's liking. A young boy stepped on her foot and she automatically turned around and slapped him. "Watch where are you going, filthy Muggle! Teach your son some manners, woman!" she shouted at him and his mother.

"Excuse Bellatrix, we forgot to give her pills to her today..." Rodolphus explained to the shocked mother and the child who was about to cry.

"What pills? What are you talking about Rodolphus?" Bellatrix asked him.

But Rodolphus ignored her and called to the other two, "Dr. Dolohov and Rookwood! The patient is having a crisis again!"

Soon Dolohov and Rookwood emerged from the crowd and grabbed Bellatrix by her arms. Meanwhile, she was screaming: "Rodolphus, what are you doing? Are you out of your mind? Let me go, you bastards!"

The others ignored her and made their way through the crowd while Rodolphus kept warning the Muggles.

"Watch out people! She's dangerous! She bit one man's nose!"

They finally found a compartment and finally let go of Bellatrix's arms.

"Are you mental or something Rodolphus?! What were you doing out there? Couldn't you think of another way?"

"No and besides...embarrassing you was amusing as hell," Rodolphus answered, smiling mischievously.

Bellatrix turned to Dolohov and Rookwood. "And why did you help him?"

"Well, it was a good idea and you really need anger management lessons, Bellatrix," Dolohov suggested.

"Anger makes more wrinkles to the face causing it to look older," Rookwood said in a sudden presentation of his hidden knowledge.

Rodolphus rolled his eyes. "And how do you know that?"

"Muggle scientific magazines."

By that time Bellatrix was examining her reflection on the window for wrinkles.

"Okay, I'm going to find some coffee to drink. Anyone want to come with me?" announced Dolohov standing up. "

No, but I want some coffee too so you'll go and buy one for me, right?" said Bellatrix in a threatening tone finally averting her eyes from the window.

"Bellatrix, I really don't think you should drink coffee as it may make your nerves worse," advised Rodolphus. "But bring me a cup of coffee, too Dolohov," he added to the Death Eater.

"Hey! Why are you allowed to drink coffee?" Bellatrix whined like a small child that was being treated unfairly.

"Because I have not such a bad temper as you do, Bellatrix. It's very simple," Rodolphus explained.

Bellatrix didn't answer him. She turned to Dolohov.

"Then bring me some tea."

Dolohov opened his mouth to say something but Bellatrix interrupted him by yelling, "NOW!"

Dolohov left the compartment quickly. Rookwood followed him, screaming, "Wait! I'll come with you! I want candies!"

Once the Lestrange couple was alone no one spoke until after some minutes of death silence, Bellatrix asked, "So. Now that our parents have kicked the buckets, I think we can file for divorce, right?"

"Oh, yes. Of course. But firstly we have to find the Dark Lord. One thing at a time," Rodolphus replied thoughtfully. "You can't wait until you're free to hunt some males, can you?" he asked, smiling sardonically.

"Well, at least I have met some people who liked me. Even Muggles fancy me!" Bellatrix said cheerfully. "I haven't seen any woman attracted to you, Rodolphus!"

"That's because most women are like you, Bellatrix," Rodolphus answered, smirking.

"Oh, I understand. You wait for the girl of your dreams! How romantic! I think I'm going to cry!"

Bellatrix pretended to wipe some tears from her eyes. Rodolphus shook his head and wondered when this witch was finally going to mature.

"Please Bellatrix. Don't be stupid!"

Bellatrix was highly amused. She leaned closer to Rodolphus who was sitting opposite her whispering, "Tell me who she is! I promise not to say anything."

Rodolphus fell silent for some moments to hear whether anyone was passing outside the compartment. He then whispered back to her, "There is no she, Bellatrix!"

Bellatrix leaned back in her seat, a bit taken aback. "What do you mean there is no she? Are you going to become a monk or something?"

"That's impossible. I'm already a Death Eater. And you heard me, there is no she."

If she couldn't understand he wasn't planning to tell her. A suspicion started growing quickly in Bellatrix's mind. She looked at Rodolphus in disbelief trying to determine whether her suspicion was right or wrong.

"Rodolphus you mean to tell me that you're..."

Rodolphus sighed in exasperation. He simply nodded to Bellatrix. She burst out laughing wildly and started rocking back and forth.

"You're...you're gay!"

That was the only thing she managed to say before a new wave of laughter took over her. Rodolphus nodded, wincing.

"Please Bellatrix, I prefer the word homosexual. And don't say it too loud. You promised to not to tell anybody, remember?"

"As you wish..." Bellatrix had calmed down a bit but she was still shaking with a stupid smile on her face.

"Don't. You. Dare. Tell. Anybody!" Rodolphus told her seriously, trying to sound as much menacing as he could.

"No, you don't need to worry about it. No one will learn, at least from me, that you're gay!" Bellatrix said and started laughing once again.

"Bellatrix what have I said about that...." Rodolphus started to say, annoyed, but Bellatrix interrupted him.

"It's the same thing as homosexual! Just a bit shorter!"

"No, Bellatrix, there is some difference in the meaning... You see "gay" refers to men who like other men while "homosexual" refers to people who like others from the same sex in general," Rodolphus explained like he was giving a lecture.

Bellatrix was about to make a comment on what he said when the apartment door opened but neither Dolohov nor Rookwood appeared.

There was a guy in ripped jeans and a large grey jacket. His face was hidden behind the jacket's hood and he seemed to be rocking his head back and forth to some rhythm. Both Rodolphus and Bellatrix recognised him as a typical Muggle as he had several wires beginning form his ears and ending to his pocket. And from the fact that the moment he saw them he didn't scream in panic or anything like that but he said, "Yo people! Can I sit here? See, a couple of ol' fellows didn't want me to sit with them."

"It's okay. Sit," Bellatrix said, bemused.

"What did ya say, girl? Can't hear ya! The music is too loud!" he screamed.

"Sit!" Rodolphus yelled close to his ears so that he could hear him.

"Oh! Thanks man!" he said taking off his headphones.

"Yeah, Rodolphus. He thanks you man." Bellatrix said and started laughing.

"So, your name is Rodolphus? Weird name, bro! What do they call ya? Roddy?" he asked, curious.

"No, just Rodolphus," Rodolphus said stiffly, wincing when he heard the nickname the guy gave him.

"I am Bellatrix Black," Bellatrix introduced herself. "And they call me Bellatrix. Call me Bella and it will be the last thing you'll ever say."

The Muggle stared her with his mouth hanging open.

"Wow. Angry chick!" he said cheerfully. "I'm Dirty Cool Pants."

Now Rodolphus and Bellatrix gave him an odd look wondering if he was mentally stable.

"Your name is Dirty Cool Pants?" asked Rodolphus disbelievingly.

"Yeah man! Nice name huh? My buddy, Greasy Boy, gave it to me!" Dirty Cool Pants said enthusiastically.

Bellatrix tried to stay as far away as possible from him to avoid the continuous bombarding of spit. Now she understood why the other people on the train didn't want him to sit with them.

"Anyway, why don't the other people want you?" Bellatrix asked kindly.

"Oh, see, they didn't like my music so I told them to go to hell, the fuckin' bastards! They just can't get the beat! Know what I mean?"

He seemed ready to attack them if they disagreed so they merely nodded.

"What's wrong with your music?" Rodolphus asked, despite the fact he already knew what was wrong with it.

"Don't know man! I think it's too sophisticated for them to understand. They just don't feel the freakin' beat. But I can see in your eyes, bro, that ya feel it, don't ya?" he looked at Rodolphus suspiciously.

"Uh? Sure, sure," Rodolphus answered quickly wanting to survive the train ride.

"And ya feel it too?" Dirty Cool Pants turned to Bellatrix.

"Of course I do..." she said trying to sound convincing. And then she added,"Bro."

"Hey! So you are both in our club now! But we have to give ya some cool names. Those ya have are freakin' crap," he said thoughtfully.

"Well, I don't know...I like my name." Bellatrix said hesitantly.

"What about Angry White Chick and Skinny Roddy?" Dirty Cool Pants suggested on a whim, excited.

"Err..."

Fortunately for Rodolphus and Bellatrix, that moment Dolohov and Rookwood stepped into the compartment, holding three paper cups and a bag of sweets.

"Yo my homies! Wussup?" Dirty Cool Pants greeted them immediately.

"Hi!" Rookwood said happily and sat-much to Bellatrix's dismay-next to her. He started consuming his candies without delay. Dolohov handed out the coffee to Rodolphus and the tea to Bellatrix. He sat down and introduced himself to Dirty Cool Pants.

"My name is Antonin Dolohov. And you are...?"

"I'm Dirty Cool Pants, dude. Nice to meet ya!"

Dolohov's reaction was the same as Rodolphus and Bellatrix's.

"Err... Right."

He turned to Bellatrix. "What the hell is he doing here?" he moved his lips without making any sound. Bellatrix just shrugged.

"Man, you're too quiet here. Let's hear some music, what abo' that?" he didn't wait for them to answer but he pressed a button in his portable CD player.

The Death Eaters were a bit startled when music started playing extremely loud from the headphones. Bellatrix thought it was the first time she had heard someone "singing" so fast. She could hardly hear what the lyrics said. But she could certainly hear the swearing.

"Hey! Rodolphus, these guys must be from your family! You speak the same language!" she screamed at him, as they couldn't hear each other very well due to the music.

Rodolphus didn't bother to answer. He just glared at her. Next to him Dirty Cool Pants and Rookwood were having the time of their lives jumping up and down and singing.

After hours of this torture Bellatrix was nearly out of her mind. Azkaban seemed to be a kindergarten in comparison to this. Then she saw the train station and some minutes later the train came to a halt.

She jumped from her seat and fled from the compartment. "Get out of my way!" she said pushing Rookwood who was still dancing.

Amused, Dirty Cool Pants commented to Rodolphus, "Angry Chick, dude!"

[Hey! That was it! Sorry for the delay...I'm considering finishing the story this week as next Tuesday we live on vacations for three weeks and jaylynn snape will probably murder me or something...But I'm not sure yet! We'll see....]