Chapter 1
An hour later I walked along the path, leading to the greenhouses. It was cold outside, a typical March wetness. I had to cast the waterproof charm on my shoes for not catching a cold. There was not much joy in the red nose and affected by cold voice, I learned that truth long ago. For example, Narcissa, even being ill, remained to be beautiful and charming while I lost all my good looks immediately. And the character spoiled terribly, too. In such days Rudy always had me to drink a strange potion, brewed after an ancient recipe. It was based on the raspberry jam, infused with alcohol. After it I became drunk really fast – so robust it was! – I always laughed loudly and all the time tried to prove something to someone. In general, behaved like a stupid Gryffindor. Lestrange smiled at that and called me "the drunk butterfly". I became angry. What a moron! To compare Bellatrix Black with insects, even if with the pretty ones, was short-sighted on his part. The next morning I usually awaked totally healthy, was sobered up and with a genial plan of revenge in my mind. Last time Rodolphus tasted an excellent pumpkin juice with the extractor of rhubarb. Lying around the hospital wing for several days with the stomach ache and still having understood nothing, my friend continued to tease me with that drunk butterfly.
I shivered because of the gust of wind. I never liked spring. Summer, on the contrary… Honey summer was always amazing for me. Near our mansion was a field. In warm sunny days I liked to play there with sisters. Grass was really high, at least waist-deep, and I always stumbled, floundering in the long skirt. And I laughed, loudly and light-heartedly. The air was fresh and smelled sweetly with native grasses. It smelled with an odd aroma of the molten happiness, filling the lungs completely, and it seemed for me that behind my back grew transparent wings, unsubstantial and slim as the web. In moments like that I really believed to be resembled to that dull insect which Rudy liked so much.
I needed to find the Fireflower in greenhouses. Its leaves, brewed in mild, had one interesting feature – everything that came in touch with them colored in resistant red color. It couldn't have been washed, neither magic could've helped; it faded away completely by itself approximately in three days. For today's prank that plant suited perfectly well.
I found the necessary department rather quickly. Professor – thanks God! – wasn't seen anywhere, so I cut off the biggest and juiciest leaves slowly and hid them in my school bag. I didn't pity anything for that filthy Mudblood!