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Post by Deleted on Feb 5, 2018 21:59:19 GMT
One way or Another I'm gonna find you I'm gonna get you “ There were many things that annoyed Bella, chewing too loudly, being interrupted, messes, rudeness, and so on, but the one thing she could not stand, the one thing she absolutely could not stomach, was being ignored. No one ignored Bellatrix Rigella Lestrange. No one. Not anymore. She had spent her entire youth being ignored or looked down upon for missing that unimpressive bit of flesh between her legs, admittedly her husband was more impressive than most, but even he was a damned fool because of it. None of her accomplishments meant a damned thing until she became Mrs. Lestrange. Then her duty was to produce an heir, which according to some, she had failed because her daughter also lacked male anatomy. Her cousin, glorious blood traitor that he was, was still celebrated as the heir despite his defection. It was absolutely preposterous. But Bella was no longer a child, she had made a name for herself, and that name commanded power. Her name was whispered amongst the elite in hushed and revered tones. Her presence was sought for council and her good opinion was sought by nearly anyone of importance. She may have opened the door to this power by entering into a marriage, but she had walked through the door on her own two feet trailing a long line of blood behind her. She had gone to lengths even she was unaware she could go to, all in the name of serving her master. The man Bella willingly would die for, would kill for. And through her efforts and his praise, she had risen to such heights. No one in their right mind would ignore her, not without consequences. But Sirius Orion Black had never played by anyone’s rules but his own. If he weren’t a blood traitor and huge disappointment to the Black name, Bella might have admired him. As he was a blood traitor and a huge disappointment to the Black name, Bella had reviled his existence (well she did that long before his defection). She refused to have anything to do with him, as she refused to have anything to do with Andromeda her former sister. They were of no relation to her anymore. Until now. Until he commanded it. His task was far more difficult than Bella would care to admit, and with the haste that she accepted his command would indicate. The truth was, her wayward cousin was not easily led, recruiting him for the cause would not be easy. But she would die before admitting defeat to her master. She would in fact lay her life before him were she incapable of meeting the task he set out for her. Sirius' defection now became her life, and the bloody git was ignoring her. The last thing she wanted to do was track her cousin down - a feat that took several days thanks to her incompetent lackeys (another pet peeve of Bella's) - and show up at his doorstep. But he had left her no choice in ignoring all seven of her owls. Bella groaned as she approached the building, this? This is where the Black heir lived? Did the ungrateful whelp have no standards? Apparently not. Holding herself tightly to avoid contracting some type of infectious disease (you never knew when entering less desirable neighborhoods, and anything less than Bella’s royal standards was considered less desirable), she moved to the door. Did one knock? Was there some sort of bell she should ring? Most of Bella’s acquaintances met with Bella on her own terms, at a place of her choosing, where she was always the first to arrive. On the rare occasion that she traveled to someone else’s home, she was generally expected, and a house elf or servant answered the door upon Bella’s approach. Of course, Sirius would make it difficult on her. If it was this ridiculous just to contact her cousin, she could only imagine what the rest of her task would entail. But she would not complain. Squaring her shoulders she set her mind to the purpose at hand, this was her Master’s wish, and therefore she would accept any inconvenience, humiliation, and even disease, to see his will done. Lifting her hand to the door she rapped on it three times in quick succession. Merlin give her strength. ” |
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Post by Deleted on Feb 6, 2018 22:41:29 GMT
| Every night of my life
I watch angels fall from the sky
Every time that the sun still sets
I pray they don't take mine |
Over the course of the last week or so Sirius had been reminded of who he had been intended to be. Ever since he ran away there had been two people from his family that he had been in contact with, and for more than a year now, it changed into only one. Andromeda was the one blood relative to write to him, to meet with him, to check on him and make sure he ate, as families should do and he wrote back, would meet with her and things were as familiar between them as they possibly could be. They shared a common mold, that of the blood traitor, that of the disowned child, banished from their families and left out on the streets. Not particularly left as Sirius ran away on his own accord, but the point of the matter was that they were together in the same pot. Outcasts.
The past week however greeted Sirius with several letters from a most unexpected correspondent. Sirius had never been fond of receiving letters from his family, if they weren’t from Andromeda or Alphard. He knew those meant well, but ever since the string of Howlers began he knew what he was to expect from the written words of most Black family members.
One thing was certain and that was that Bellatrix Lestrange, his most loathed blood relative, maybe only trumped by Walburga, wanted to meet with him. The simple fact of the matter made him weary. Sirius knew his family enough to understand that there was something hidden between the lines of the carefully cursive written letters that he should choose not to reply. And so he did. No reply was rewarded to any of the seven letters, in total, that came to him. Before he ran away, Sirius gave in to their trials of redemption, exertions of retribution because he had wanted them to be a family like any other. That had cost him much more than he was capable to admit and there was no way in which he would bite at their meticulously constructed lies for something that he knew now to be impossible. His family wasn’t capable of caring.
It almost shamed him to receive letters from her and had been thankful that none came when he’d been at work as he had no idea how to possibly explain them to James. He read them. Probably shouldn’t have but did nonetheless, before carefully burning each remaining shred of them. The last thing that he needed was for anyone to find them. Sirius was a trainee Auror that still had to prove himself at the Ministry and a new Order member that wanted no one to think of him as a Black. Letters from family wouldn’t help in either circumstance.
After each letter he tried to assess what it said and what it meant to say. They spoke of family, of loyalty, of blood, of designated roles, but all they said was that this wasn’t what he had been meant to be. There was nothing that Sirius loathed more than being told what he should be and how he should live his life. Since he started living on his own Sirius learned to handle mundane things and took care of his expenses. It had been difficult to get accustomed to it all at once after having been taken care of by house elves and Mrs. Potter afterwards, not having someone to make food or clean up or just make sure he ate had been a challenge, but he managed. The food part was still shaky but if chow was scarce, he’d get take out. He tried not to because he wanted to save money instead of throwing it away, but when his stomach was grumbling, there was little opposition he could manage. Learning to live and depend on his own had been his choice and he stuck to it because he wanted to be independent and not lean on anyone for support. He wanted to be his own man, something Orion wouldn’t have believed possible.
His loft was exactly what he wanted, furnished with his choices of furniture and knick-knacks, it represented him and fit him entirely and there was no one that could tell him what to do or how to act in his Old Reinterpreted Shoe Factory of a loft. There was no need for permanent sticking charms on badly damaged clips from magazines, it was just things like he liked for whatever reason which were hung on the walls. As he just finished dinner, he went to water the plants, having forgotten to do so for the last couple of days. Thankfully they were strong enough to manage with how he took care of them and they still lived, while not thriving.
A knock on the door startled his slightly and he spilled some water on the floor. Wand in hand, he placed the glass of water on the table and cleaned the water from the floor. Thankfully there weren’t many rugs as they would only gather dog hair and make it difficult to clean. Having someone knock at that time of the night wasn’t uncommon as James or Remus were frequent visitors, unannounced visitors, so Sirius just went to the door and, thinking it was Remus coming for a chill night as he had been invited some nights ago, Sirius just opened the door.
Sirius had placed some charms on his loft for safety, but they weren’t always in place as no one knew where he lived aside from his close friends. Yes there was the casual hook up, but he hadn’t brought anyone new to his place in a while, so he mostly used the charms when he slept or when he wasn’t there. The location was in a predominantly muggle area and charms could affect the appearance of the place. The last thing he wanted was for a muggle lass to find something too interesting in his flat, aside from himself of course.
As the door swung open, he instantly went to closing it as he met Bellatrix’s eyes. He threw his back against the door, wand still in hand cursing under his breath for not having a peep hole. Didn't she get the picture. He wanted nothing to do with her.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 11, 2018 20:40:42 GMT
One way or Another I'm gonna find you I'm gonna get you “ Rude! The very nerve of her ungrateful cousin! She had reached out to him. She offered redemption and belonging, and he continued to spit in her face with his defiance. It was all more than he deserved, and almost more than she could bear. If it hadn’t been for Voldemort she would never have extended the offer. He had embarrassed them all far too deeply to even consider redemption, and yet her Master willed it. He saw potential in the rebellious puppy and Bella was resolute to see to the task done. One way or another. “Sirius Orion Black!” she hollered through the door. “Black! That is your name you know! Whether you like it or not, and that makes us family.”It wasn’t ladylike, shouting through the door like this, but Bella was fed up. If she wasn’t entirely sure that he was barricading himself against the door she might have cast a bombardment spell to blast the bloody door off it’s hinges. But he probably was barricading himself against the door and a bombardment spell would do more damage than good. Still, it was tempting. “I will stay out here all day. I’m really quite determined to speak with you.” She was fervently praying he would not make her stand outside all day. He could be so damnably stubborn, it ran through the family she supposed. Despite all their differences the one thing the Black family did not lack was spine. Bella may have waved submissiveness around like a flag under her father’s rule, but she fought her battle her own way and had won the war. She would never bow to another man’s thumb again, with exception to her great and powerful Lord whom she submitted to willingly and of her own accord. Her sister Andromeda loved a man beneath her, and while Bella found the entire affair disgusting, she could admire Andromeda’s willingness to stand by her “principles” not that Bella would ever admit such a thing. Andromeda’s crime of being a blood traitor far outweighed any admiration Bella could have. But Sirius wasn’t a complete loss. She understood him, at least a little. It all began with that stupid hat. If Sirius had been sorted into the proper house things might have been different. Bella understood better than anyone what it was like to grow up under the Black’s tyrannical rule. Sirius was the heir of the Black fortune and name, the rules were strong for his upbringing. Just as they had been impossible for Bella as she lived under Cygnus and was continually berated for being born female. She had done everything she was supposed to, but it was never enough. Sirius had been bullied and beaten into submission. Bella understood. But Bella stayed. She accepted every beating, every tirade and so on. And she didn’t stoke the fires the way Sirius had. Life wasn’t fair. Tough shit. Sirius was a Black, he had a reputation to uphold and he had blown that reputation to pieces. For Bella, who had taken the other road and fought her way to the top, she was hugely disappointed in her cousin who had been given everything to begin with. All he had to do was behave. Listen. Orion and Walburga wouldn’t have been able to hold the reigns forever, Sirius was the heir. If he had played politics just a little longer all of this could have been avoided. But no. He had to rebel. He had to make fools of them all. He was doing it again. Bella came with an offer on a silver platter that would bring Sirius back into power, back to the top of the food chain where he belonged, and he couldn’t be bothered. No, he adamantly refused to listen to her. It was enough to drive a person mad. ” [/quote] |
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Post by Deleted on Feb 14, 2018 13:29:16 GMT
| Every night of my life
I watch angels fall from the sky
Every time that the sun still sets
I pray they don't take mine |
Blasted protective charms! The only reason for which he didn’t use them was the only girl that would come around unannounced. If he had all the protective charms sprawled around his loft to force any outsider to go backtracking their steps, that meant that she also wouldn’t be able to come by and their schedules weren’t the most easy to maneuver for the benefits of a night spent together. It annoyed him, she annoyed him but he honestly couldn’t help himself. And now, he had Bellatrix on the other side of the door all because he didn’t use the blasted charms because of her. Was he really that much into her that he chose to endanger himself for the small chance that she’d come by? Was he really that stupid for a girl? That’s what happens when something isn’t casual or steady but a complete mesh of whatever it was.
Bellatrix knew where he came from and couldn’t have been happier when he ran away, albeit it meant he betrayed their family, but she never liked him to begin with. Sirius was at a loss for the reasons she might have had for coming to him, asking him to meet with her, the letters only spoke of the responsibilities of a Black and he had ceased being one the day he left. In his mind it was all crystal clear and seeing as the letters didn’t wear the Black family crest seal, but the Lestrange, he was confident that it was as clear for his as well. Those letters came from Bellatrix and he couldn’t understand why would she, out of anyone in their family, even approach him with talk about family values and other nonsense like that when he had stopped being a by-the-book Black years ago and had no intensions of ever becoming one again.
He knew she was stubborn, but so was he. Sirius could go at this all night long and they’ll see who would forfeit. Would it be the princess of Black or the outcast? Placing a locking charm on the door that he doubted would hold if she’d blast the door open, done almost instinctively as he heard her voice coming from the other side of the door. It seemed almost childish, like they were playing tag or hide and seek all over again. But this was his loft, not Grimmauld Place, it was his and she would not get inside his place. Having bought the space and turning it into a safe haven for him had taken time and money he had gotten from Uncle Alphard, but that did not mean she had any right in his humble abode.
Humble it may be but it was his. ”Hope you packed some snacks ‘cause whatever family you think a name makes us, I tend to disagree.” as soon as the words were spoken a thought crossed his mind. What if she decided to come by, just as unannounced as she usually did? Fuck! Or Remus … Or James. How could he explain this to either of them?
Still resting his back against the door he wondered what would be a better course of action. James would probably start a duel right outside the door and then start questioning him, but Sirius could come out of that with ease. Remus would probably try to reason with her but there was no reasoning with a maniac, he knew that much. She’d … well … he had no idea what she’d do. At times she was a downright puzzle to him. Cursing beneath his breath he stood on his feet angrier than before, moving away from the door. What the bloody hell was so important that she had to come looking for him and demand his attention like that? Wasn’t her husband making her happy anymore? Did she have that much time on her hands that she had nothing better to do that come pestering him about some obvious nonsense? Was this what stalking was?
A quick glace around the huge room that mostly constituted his flat to make sure no female garments were noticeable for grabs and inquires, he threw a stray pair of knitters beneath some couch pillow and a t-shirt that was too small to be his behind the piano and swiftly went back to the door.
Sighing in defeat he knew he would rather get this over with before anyone found her there and started asking question, than have to face James wondering why was she even there to begin with. Sirius took the charm off and yanked the door to look at her annoyed. He couldn’t remember the last time he saw her but as always, it wasn’t a cheerful moment for him. Others found her attractive, he found her so incredibly irritating and hinting towards maddening that he never really noticed her looks.
”I thought you’d get the picture from the lack of replies … I’m not interested in any of it.” he almost slammed the door shut in front of her as he finished, but knew she’d just get to bellowing from the other side about what an ungrateful twat he was and what not. ”I’d ask you to come in, but you’re not welcome so bugger off!” his wand was in hand, prepared for the worst.
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