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Post by andyblack on Apr 4, 2008 17:20:24 GMT -5
Andrea was in a mood for something sweet, she didn't know what it was but it was definitely there. Times like these were the ones that always got the best of her. She never went out of control but she wasn't exactly well controlled at those times either, like said before it got the best of her. As a child she would sneak the sweets in and eat them in her room. She would be giggly and no one would know why but she preferred it to be that way.
She thought it of as a good thing as she entered into Hogsmeade, no one at school had known she had left but she doubted they actually cared anyways. It wouldn't be much of a surprise in her eyes if they didn't...it was all too usual to be true but oh well, she supposed that was simply how life went. She did however like the solitude she got when they weren't hounding her...she could do pretty much whatever she wanted...and no one in that house would be none the wiser.
She took a look to see if anything caught her eye and if it was something she would actually enjoy. She went to row after row after row looking at everything she saw. So much to choose from, she would bought some of everything but that would really be overdoing it...and it would be easier for her to be caught, not always a good thing. She continued her browsing, she had no idea what she wanted...not usual for this particular Slytherin.
There were your basic Chocolate frogs and Bertie Botts Every Flavored Beans....she never got tired of those two so it would be a complete shock if those weren't purchased that day. Grabbing a few of both from the shelves and continued to see if there was anything that she would possibly want.
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Bellatrix Lestrange
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Post by Bellatrix Lestrange on Apr 6, 2008 16:34:08 GMT -5
After a particularly vicious dispute with her beloved Rodolphus, the Lestrange matriarch found herself in a bitterly dreadful mood. Surely she should have been content at knowing that she'd exercised her authority over one of the only people against whom she was evenly matched. In fact, however, it was quite the opposite. Bellatrix was feeling rather angry and annoyed, to say the least. On a normal day, she'd have merely stayed at home and took her aggression out on the house elves but, as it was, Rodolphus was still home and she wanted to be nowhere near that great prat.
The furthest possible that she could get from him, of course, was good old Hogsmeade. Even Diagon Alley would be entirely too close. Hence, Bella found herself casually strolling the simple street that ran through the small wizarding town in Scotland. Oh how it had reminded her of the years she'd spent in Hogwarts and the years she'd spent attacking those within the confines of the school. Even as she walked slowly along the empty street, Bellatrix was reminiscing about the final battle before she'd lost her Lord. A weak, disheartened sigh slid free from her lips. If only there was a way to revive him as she'd been brought back!
Trying to push the ideas to the back of her mind, Lestrange walked into any random shop in hopes of a distraction. Much to her delight, Bella was greeted with the sharp, familiar scent of chocolate. Honeydukes. As if drawn toward a particular item, she swept across the shop toward the dark chocolates. There was something about the rich and somewhat bitter flavour of the dark sweet that always left Bellatrix feeling...well, the feeling was indescribable.
Just as Bella had reached out for a large, uniquely shaped chunk of dark chocolate, something caught her eye. She caugh a glimps of something just off to her left out of the very corner of her eye. Something even more familiar than dark chocolate. Turning fully to fact the figure of a beautiful young lady, Bellatrix half scolded, "Slipped out of school without permission, love?"
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Post by andyblack on Apr 6, 2008 19:53:56 GMT -5
Andrea had half a mind to put everything back and start all over again, searching from bottom to top. She continued to look for more to add so that she could pay and try to get back to the school without being caught by a teacher or anyone else...trouble like that is something that one does not need...well at the moment anyways. She saw some sugar quills that were really tempting her but she was still undecided about if she wanted those at the moment, if she didn't then she would just end up throwing it away and wouldn't that be a waste. As she went to reach for the quills something stopped her from doing so.
"Slipped out of school without permission, love?" The voice of her mother was almost unexpected. She tried her hardest not to jump out of surprise but her grip on the items already in her hands did tighten a little but after realizing who the voice belonged to she relaxed a little before slowly looking up into the face of Bellatrix Lestrange. "Mother." She said surprised to see her and gave her a little smile "I was just...um...Just." She tried to say but she was lost for words so she just fell silent.
In any other situation but the current one she would have been happy to see her but this kind of wasn't one of those happy moments. She had been caught being somewhere when she wasn't supposed to be at the moment. However she brushed it all off and hugged her mother around her middle saying "I miss you." Softly to her. It was true, she missed being at home and couldn't wait until she could return at last because Hogwarts really was starting to get boring enough for anyone's liking. The most exciting thing that had happened was the little "argument" with Lucinda in the dungeons or in Diagon Alley...otherwise it was all just blah.
She kept her arms around her mother and looked up at her wondering what she was thinking or what would happen. She didn't want her to be mad at her for something like this. It wasn't something she did often, just every once in a while and it wasn't a habit or she had yet to be caught by someone at the school. She didn't mind getting a detention for it but she could not have either of her parents being angry...it didn't usually mean a good thing.
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