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AN: Hello chicas! I think you're all girls. Oh there's a little spanish near the end. It should be latin, I know. But it's the thought that counts! No but, this chapter is kinda blah, but it was nice and quick, now wasn't it? Anyway, to my reviewers, so lovely! One of you was reviewing to chapter three, but I'll put you in here anyway, cause you still rock :
Cyanyde: Yes. We don't really know her, so I thought she'd be fun to explore. She could be nice, or a total poopface, but we don't know!
Griffins95: I'm sorry you've been busy, and it's all right about the review. Thanks in general J
Soccergirl2044: Yeah, Andie and Ted are pretty fun, right? I thought Candice was pretty funny. Comic releif or something. It's going to be needed, cause this story is going to start getting darker and darker.
Chapter 8
Narcissa felt mischievious that first November morning, and went to wake up Charlotte.
"Charlotte!" She whispered, giggling.
"Go 'way" She mumbled sleepily attempting to swat her away.
"Come on, let's go wake up Petra."
"Go 'way" She said more fiercly.
Narcissa smiled, "You're late for Potions, you know."
With that, she jolted up, jumping out of bed.
"Oh my god! I haven't even showered…oh gosh, Ms. Jensiko's going to kill me…and she already thinks I'm a know-it-all…" She was running around the room, trying to get ready.
"Thought that work." Narcissa said cheekily. "Charlotte calm down, you'll wake everyone else."
"Everyone…everyone else…" She looked at her watch, and then back at Narcissa than out the window.
Narcissa was laughing, and she shrugged, "You wouldn't get out of bed!"
"That's so sweet, Cissa. Waking me up at 6:00 in the morning…I swear…" She began to head towards her bed, but Narcissa caught her arm.
"Not so fast! Don't you know what day it is?"
"I dunno, isn't it Thrusday?" Narcissa just looked at Charlotte.
"Think Charlotte. Don't your braincells work at this time in the morning?"
"um…November First?"
"Think a little harder…"
"Oh!" She said, smacking herself on the head, "It's Petra's birthday!"
"Exactley! Now I got Andie to smuggle me some of those singing toads from Hogsmeade… you know you can charm them to sing anything?"
"Yeah?" Charlotte said staring at her oddly.
"Well, I'm no good at charms, so I want you to charm them to sing happy birthday!"
Charlotte beamed, "That's an excellent idea!" She said brightly. "Where are they?"
Narcissa pulled the package from under her bed, and handed it to Charlotte. "The directions should be in there."
Charlotte found them easily and skimmed through them, "This doesn't seem too hard!" She exclaimed.
After turning her hair pink and make it rain some sort of jello-ish substance, she got the frogs to time themselves to sing happy birthday in one hour.
"Well? Let's go!" Charlotte said merrily, and they snuck into the second years dorms.
They placed frogs everywhere around her bed…and one right next to her ear. They left their presents next to her bed, and suppressed their laughter as they went down to the common room to wait.
Students migrated down slowly, but steadily. Untill finalley they heard Petra run down screaming.
" I AM NOT A MORNING PERSON! IT'S SEVEN OCLOCK! THE CULPRITS OF THOSE GOD DAMN FROGS BETTER FESS UP BEFORE I RIP THEIR THROATS OUT!" She was raging as she came down the stairs.
"Well I thought they were cute." Narcissa whispered to Charlotte and she nodded.
"Well?"
"It was us." Charlotte confessed, and was surprised to find Petra grinning.
"Thanks!"
"Weren't you just completely livid?" Narcissa asked, confused.
"Well yeah, but now I know it was just you it's fine. Thanks for the book Charlotte, and the um…what was that thing Narcissa?"
"It's a silence stone. A person won't be able to talk for a day when you put it in their goblet!" Narcissa said happily, but people were still staring at Petra strangly.
"It's all right folks!" Petra announced, "Just a bunch of frogs in my bed, that's all!" They laughed and went back to their bussiness as the girls went upstairs to get ready.
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Andromeda was nervous as she tapped her foot carelessly on the carpet in the common room.
She was waiting for Ted. A thought had occurred to her as she was walking down the long corridor decorated with the potraits of ghosts dead and gone. What she had done…and what she had to accept with these new circumstances.
If her family found out…she'd be beaten down to a bloody pulp and kicked out the door.
So she had come to some conclusion that was the only way their "relationship" could withstand.
Secrecy.
He'd probably be angry. Maybe offended. But it was the most she could do.
Finalley, he came, eyes bagged up and bloodshot from a hardly slumberful night.
He saw her, and smiled.
"Hi." She stood to reach him.
"Morning." He yawned.
"I need to tell you something." The common room was soulfree besides the two of them.
"What's that?"
"Well…Ted. We can't let it out I'm going out with you." She said quickly.
"Why not? Don't want to be associated with a 'mudblood' do you?" He said, hurt.
"No…Ted. It's just…my family. They find things out easily. Bella's a gossip and will rat me out. And then my dad will kick the stuffing out of me."
"Would he actually?" He asked shakily.
She laughed, "To my father, abuse is the key to discipline!" She lowered her voice, though no one was there, "Did I ever tell you about that time I became really good friends with the muggle born girl? Anitha?"
He shook his head.
"Well, me actually thinking my parents wouldn't care, I invited her over for tea this afternoon in the summer in between first and second year…" Andie bite her lip, "And my father saw the car drive her up. And he was like 'you didn't tell me she was a mudblood.' And he let her in all nice. He told her to wait in the parlor because he had to speak to me. He told me if I ever brought filth like that into his manor again, he'd kill me. He put the crucitias on me, than had me go curse her off and kick her out with impero." She sighed, and Ted looked fit to kill. "I tried to talk to her, but she ignored me. I don't blame her."
"I can't believe that asshole did that to you! God!" He said angrily, clenching his fists, "He could go to Azkaban!"
"Are you kiding? My dad does that stuff to house elves all the time. Killed one or two. And he has his paws on so much money he can weasel his way out of anything."
"I can't believe that!"
"It's okay Ted. It's not like you can do anything. Neither can I. No big deal."
"But it is, Andie!" He was pacing, brows furrowed. "But, okay, we can keep it secret. I suppose it's more fun that way, huh?"
"Course." She said, and they left the common room, talking of lighter things.
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Bellatrix was excited. Butterflies were thumping against the sides of her stomach.
Finalley she had the chance she'd been waiting for. Thirsted for. She'd shine like hell. Like she promised she would.
She kept her promises. She strived to live up to the standards her parents set for her.
Andie teased they were her guidelines to life.
But in the strangest way…they were. Her blood was very important to her, her honor almost ever existant in her mind.
Narcissa would sometimes tell her, softly in that way she'd ever tell you something she cared about, and this happened seldom, that she needed to care less about who her parents want her to be, and who she thinks she wants to be, who she feels comfortable being. Because no one can ever be perfect to their parents. They're supposed to love you anyway you are.
Somehow, Bellatrix feared they wouldn't. Her father certainly didn't love Andie just the way she is. And he made that evident.
So she worked for high marks, listened to her fathers guidence, practiced the dark arts, so she could take up her father's latest obsession: Lord Voldemort.
So she wouldn't be a destined disowned, like Andie.
She walked to the secret dungeons of Salazar Slytherin, after spending an afternoon contemplating their leader, Lestrange.
Well, she'd like to be his partner, and would prove she was capable, next to the load of dimwits.
Dank and rotting, she entered the corridor behind the potrait of Slytherin himself, which was only visible to those of the slytherin house.
It was cold, and she pulled an extra cloak from her bag, and wrapped it around her, stepping through the dark with percaution.
She found the door, and fiddled around for her wand, finding it.
"Alohomora, la cuarto de sierpiente verde." She whispered, and it swung open.
It was a spacious, well furnished room, fire crackling, candles burning on elabrotely decorate candlabara, snakes carved into them. The room was beautific in it's elegance.
"Well, Black. You're the first one here." Lestrange drawled, his lips crinkling into a somewhat genuine smile, "Shows something of a mans character, if he can show up on time."
"Too bad I'm not a man, eh?" She said, and he laughed a little.
"Surely. Go on, take a seat. They're awefully comfortable, you'll see. Sit!" He was rather happy looking as she sat into a chair.
She felt as if she could sink into it, and it would consume her. "Wow. These really are nice."
"Nothing but the best."
They sat there, speaking of things of no importance, and the other began to flow in.
They were finalley all there.
"Well! Welcome again. Down to bussiness." He waved his hand, and food appeared on the mahogany table. "But first, let's eat."
They ate it quickly, and Lestrange went into talk, "So. Who has decided to make this their last meeting?"
Jennifer Not, a small pale girl, raised her hand, "I don't think I should." She said, trying to keep a balance in her voice.
"Why?" He was staring at her, his eyes full of rage, his lips a smile.
"I…I don't think I could kill someone."
He laughed, "The Death Eaters aren't just about killing, my dear. It's about justice. It's about keeping the cleanliness in our wizarding society. Don't you want to fight for your right for a pure society?" He asked, speaking quietly.
"No. I don't think I do."
"Well then. I apologize about for what I have to do. Oh wait. I don't care!" The smile dropped from him, and he looked so intimidating, Bellatrix caught her breath in her throat.
"Crucio." He whispered, standing and pointing his wand across the table. Goyle was holding his hand over her mouth.
"Oh, Goyle, no need to cover her mouth. Let her scream. No one will hear her."
"So, decide to stay yet?"
She shook her head. Lestrange looked to Bellatrix, and she softly mumbled a spell tying a rope around the girl, restraing her to the chair.
"Thank you, Black." He said, and she nodded trimuphantly. "Crucio."
The shrill scream gave Bellatrix a strange feeling. It was odd to know she was watching this girl suffer.
Lestrange had so much power, so much strength.
And she couldn't help but notice how attractive he was.
She shoke the thought from her head, and smiled as the girl finalley gave in after six crucios.
"Take this as a lesson." He said, and releasing the rope from Jennifer, as she gave short raggid breaths. "Don't defy authority. Follow like Black, and it will get you places. Like my partner. Black, care to be?"
"Surely." She replied.
"Excellent. Now, let's practice. Black, care to transfigure our goblets into chickens?"
She did it, and they all stood in a line.
"Now, let's go!"
One at a time, they each used crucitias on the chickens, then made them dance with imperius, then killed them off with avada kedavara.
It was done, they did a few more drills on summoned rats, and such.
Two hours had soon passed, and Bellatrix felt power surgering through her veins.
"That was bloody brilliant." She said to Lestrange, and he smiled.
"Isn't it though? Well, meet me tomorrow at five in the common room to discuss things?" He put out his hand, "Partner?"
She toke it, and shoke it firmly.
"You bet, partner."
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