Summary: This is a collection of drabbles I have put together pertaining to the intriguing life of Bella, mostly all about her school years and how she became a Death Eater. This idea came from a party my friend had, and I was assigned this character. Since then I have been analyzing her motivations, and decided to share. Enjoy!
Spoilers: Some HBP spoilers.
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters, or the world they exist in, but enjoy making up situations for them to be in.
This chapter centers on the time I received my NEWT scores by owl mail. Very exciting indeed!
Yes, my brilliant owl Impalius delivered my results for my NEWT exams today! I was sitting in the study, enjoying a hot cup of morning tea, when he flew in so gracefully through the window. Excitement and anticipation poured through my veins. Setting my tea cup down as to not drop it (although the house elves could more than pick it up, breaking anything with the House of Black's crest on it just seems shameful), I walked up to the window. Stalling, I slowly summoned in my owl treats for Impy, and watched as he ate two of them. Then, thinking myself silly, since there was virtually nothing to be done about my results now, I decided to open the letter. As I broke the wax seal, and folded back the crisp upper flap, the adrenaline rush came on. As I pulled the parchment out, I degraded myself so far as to actually squeak before peeking at the results, then quickly shutting my eyes before reading them. This strange behavior was of course enough to make Impy hoot at me questioningly, but this did not remove me from my sudden immobile state. The months of waiting had taken their toll, and I finally gave in to look at results, assuring myself that an intelligent, well-bred and cunning young woman such as myself had nothing to fear of a piece of paper, regardless of import.
This is it I thought as I glanced down. Exceeds Expectations for Magical Literature, Latin and Transfiguration seemed fair. I even got an Outstanding in Practical Potions and Herbology, and in History of Magic. The only downfall was the Poor I received for Arithmancy. Of course that didn't come as a big shock, but someone of my status can't be recieving any Poors! The only worse scores are "Dreadful", and worse yet, "Troll"! I should have stayed with Ancient Runes, but Arithmancy had seemed like a good idea at the time. How was I supposed to know the Professor was a lying, incapable mudblood and was quite obviously lacking in skill to prepare our class for the exam? Of course, this certainly doesn't leave any dent whatsoever in my record, considering the acheivements of other exams. Of course, who could turn me down for a University with my wonderful family's status and exceedingly superior natural talents? A Black, who is a Black through and through, will have no trouble whatsoever in getting a decent job. I know all the right people already. Besides, whoever said that bribes aren't worth more than any NEWT result? All in all, I am very happy with my examination results, and cannot wait to attend University in the fall.
Well, I do believe that all my excitement and celebration has left me exhausted, so I will leave this letter here.
Until the next time I glorify you by allowing you in on some of my wonderful personal thoughts,
The Always Accomplished and Exceedingly Beautiful Bellatrix Black