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Post by Bellatrix Jane Carter on Jun 4, 2007 18:21:59 GMT
"Your mom, but I thought that she...." Whatever Bellatrix was about to say would've sounded rude, and pretty offensive, for she was going to state thats he thought he's mom was, well, Muggle-hater. Of course, that was practically unoffensive in Seth's dictionary, but the problem is, that wasn't what it really was in Bella's own dictionary, pretty much the contrary, and just the mere fact that lately, Bella has twisted everything she used to have on "it".
She was practically speechless, for Bellatrix had no parents, or at least, didn't get to know them at least, and any talk about families and such would be much like expecting a new-born baby to speak words from Shakespeare immediately. In that case, if it ever even happens, perhaps in another life-time, Bellatrix would simply just run away, or perhaps, do something worse.....since she is practically one of them now.
A sigh escaped her lips at the thought of that, and she didn't even bother to keep it inside. She dared retrieve her gaze towards the window, wondering how may it have been like. [/blockquote]
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Post by (Seth) Melville on Jun 4, 2007 18:28:39 GMT
He looked at her, not having the faintest idea what she was about to finish her statement with. "You thought she was a what?" he persisted, wondering if he should get ready to defend her or not. His words were so emotionless they seemed to show how completely and equally torn her was between hate and loyalty for his family. And by family, he meant only his mother - definitly not his father.
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Post by Bellatrix Jane Carter on Jun 4, 2007 18:34:53 GMT
"I thought you took after her, as a Muggle-hater." she continued, her voice barely over a whisper. She had no idea why, but suddenly, everything seemed to weaken her more. She knew she needed something that a part of her won't let her have. She was partially thankful that there were people around her, for if there weren't, she'd be screaming her head off, but perhaps, with people, the situation would be much worse, much much worse.
She closed her eyes, unable to allow her gaze to linger anywhere now, as she rested her arms on her lap, mainly as if thinking, but she wasn't, she was just merely trying not to think. [/blockquote]
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Post by (Seth) Melville on Jun 4, 2007 18:56:25 GMT
He almost laughed, turning his head away to focus on something else, "I wish..." he said, looking at the people coming and going. The place seemed to be filling with more and more people, and the idea of his reputation began sinking back into his mind. He looked at Bella of his eye. A Gryffindor. Not good for the typical Slytherin ideals, but then again that was one of the few things he openly disputed about the Slytherin idea. Their two houses were probably the most similar, and he would've been fine in either house, and hated the two houses the least. At least she wasn't a Ravenclaw. At least she wasn't a Hufflepuff...
"She was a muggle-hater for a long time, when I was growing up. My Dad was a muggle, and it was a nasty break-up." he said, sorry to admit that he wasn't pure-blooded. He was even more pained by being reminded of something his mother told him when he shouted at her. If you hate your father so much then why do you use his name? she'd demanded. Melville, his father's last name. He hadn't given it that much thought until she'd said it, but had a feeling the regret would stick with him as long as people used that name. "So I guess I took after her while she was talking sense." he said.
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Post by Bellatrix Jane Carter on Jun 5, 2007 7:50:45 GMT
Now thoughts were rushing through her mind. She hoped she wasn't a pureblood, well, until lately that is, for ever since birth, it had been anything but careness shown in the walls of her house....she'd never called it home, for a house is not a home, or that's what she told herself most of the time; and above all that: Formality. Perfect.
Her eyes could very much speak of what she was about to say: Time, that's what he needed, but she knew that time by her side, and as everyone can tell: Neither was luck. Parents....a touchy subject. Her self-conscience seemed to cough as she thought that, but she knew the reason perfectly well. Her other half was probably thinking of how Seth was being freakishly nice to her, well, nowadays at least, but her eyes couldn't help but stick to every single person who entered the shelter. [/blockquote]
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Post by (Seth) Melville on Jun 5, 2007 17:33:18 GMT
It was really starting to bother Melville how Bella obviously had unspoken worries, but with the thought of his reputation coming back, he found it near impossible to show pity. Of course, it didn't matter that it would make him seem even more two-faced: there was nothing he could do about that now.
He rolled his eyes exadurately, and leant forwards, putting his hand in front of her face and clicking his fingers, "Yo, Drusila." he told her, trying to wake her from her little 'trance'. "Enough with the flashbacks already, I'm talking to you here." he said irritably. It was possibly the meanest way he could contiue his conversation of trying to be nice. "Now are you going to put those thoughts into words or not?"
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Post by Bellatrix Jane Carter on Jun 5, 2007 17:41:18 GMT
She nodded her head, not practically listening to what he was saying, but quite getting the concept. "You need time Se...Melville, it always had been in your side, with every aspect till now, and most definitely it will be. Do something if you can, but one way or another, soon enough, there will be no Muggle dirting your house." she said, almost Slytherin-y. [/blockquote]
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Post by (Seth) Melville on Jun 5, 2007 21:37:41 GMT
He almost flinched when he called him his name: Now he was torn between turning his back on the name he'd tried so hard in making everyone call him, and in keeping his hated father's name. Why hadn't I worked that out before? he cursed himself angrilly, looking away.
"It's no longer a matter of time," he said, practically spitting out the words, "Mum's already moved in. My stuff's there and there's nothing I can do about it." he growled in a low tone. He could have, of course, just left his home. He was rarely there anyway. But the thought of leaving that life and taking his own responsibility... He didn't like to think of it. "I just gotta put up with it. Either that, or make their lives living hell," he said frowning.
"Are you still Hannah's friend, or did you guys break up again." he asked with a sidewards look towards her, knowing his attitude would probably change depending on her answer.
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Post by Bellatrix Jane Carter on Jun 6, 2007 8:07:52 GMT
"Then do it." she told him, rather firmer than she wanted it to sound. "Make their lives a living hell, he's a Muggle, what can he possibly do? Besides being so fregging dimwitted, he isn't pretty much good in anything. It's as simple as that. You have a wand, he doesn't." She told him, her tone of voice changing abruptly.
At the mention of Hannah's name, her eyes changed from expressionless, into extremely cold.
Great! No one can ever keep a secret in this d*mn school.
With a cold attitude, Bellatrix answered "I believe it is not any of your business who I befriend or not. Last time I've checked, that role was taken away from you long time ago." Clenching her fists, she had no idea why anger overcomed her now, usually, she'd be extremely cold, always, but now, all that darn human feelings came rushing back to her. [/blockquote]
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Post by (Seth) Melville on Jun 8, 2007 18:42:04 GMT
He instinctivly got out his wand when she said that, looking at the firmiluar wood like he'd never seen it before. It meant something else now: Before, it had only been used when needed. He hardly even used it for taunting people even. But now, it was an advantage and a weapon. A malicious smile spread over his face, his smile agreeing with her as he silently put the wand back into his back pocket.
"I believe it is my business know." he said with an angry, forced smile. He picked up one of the plastic cups left on the table beside him and scrunched it up angrilly. "That's a big brothers job, isn't it? To know who the little sisters friends are and beat them up." he threw the cup back to the table, misjudging the throw as it tumbled off the side. "Even step-brothers."
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Post by Bellatrix Jane Carter on Jun 9, 2007 7:32:15 GMT
Bellatrix's eyes followed the cup as he scrunched it angrily, as she merely raised an eyebrow. Her gaze lingered from Melville, to the people in there, and back to the window once again. She couldn't stabilize it to gaze into one thing only, much of an advantage than a disadvantage.
'Wouldn't anyone ever learn that there is no such thing as a friend..' she thought inwardly, unconsciously twirling with her hair, and closed her eyes. "Yes, she is." she simply stated, her tone of voice freakishly calm. Maybe she didn't mean it, not fully, but she most definitely didn't want Melville to know that.
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Post by (Seth) Melville on Jun 14, 2007 17:10:27 GMT
He looked up suddenly when he said that, almost disappointed in her. For a few minuits he'd actually thought Bella was a friend, forgetting all the time that they'd spent without even speaking to one another. He had to remind himself, as if an echo of Bella's thoughts, With me, there's no such things as friends. only weaknesses.
"Shame. I actually thought you might be half-desent." He muttered playfully, a smile creeping up on him before he could stop it. He couldn't help liking Bella, even if he didn't ever see her as more then a friend. Not thinking anything more then that was quite rare for Melville.
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Post by Bellatrix Jane Carter on Jun 17, 2007 18:02:55 GMT
Bellatrix merely shrugged when he said that. I am not half-decent. She repeated in her mind. Bleh. It seemed like the typical screwed up life of a teenager and all that crap, but to Bella, it was reality. If anyone really did experience this every single day, Bellatrix would eat her hat.
Well, not such a good expression but meh. She wanted to do something now. Tell him the truth, but....why? She had no idea, but she felt like it was obligatory that she did. Was it the mere fact that he just uttered one of his own, or that she felt tied by this "secret" forever, she did not know. "I - I have to tell you something." she said softly, her veins throbbing inside her palms nervously. [/blockquote]
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Post by (Seth) Melville on Jun 20, 2007 20:05:14 GMT
He watched her reactions slowly to his comment, the sides of his lips curling into a smile too -maliciously sweet to be charming. He enjoyed the suffering of others, and he could see it in Bella now. Even if she'd shown no emotion, even if she hadn't felt anything, then he could still see a glimmer of hatred. There was always a glimmer of hatred. Even if it was just his mind creating it.
And hatred meant attention.
But her expression changed - in real-life, not just his imagination. There was something in the way in which she'd said her words that made Melville lean closer, pure cautious curiousity compelling him to listen, afraid that a whisper may be too much. His expression had softened - she'd heard his heartache, now it was time to repay the favour. "Sure..." he said in a quiet voice, watching her with concern. "What is it?"
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Post by Bellatrix Jane Carter on Jun 20, 2007 20:15:20 GMT
There were too many voices from around her, but the only thing that Bellatrix could hear was that of her shallow breathing, and she was sure if her heart was tsill beating, she would've heard it too, not to mention Seth's voice. A deep breath was taken inside of her, as if she was going to say an extremely long story, even though it was only a few words that she actually wanted to tell him.
Seth knew most of her life, everything that happened to her. How can he not? Before, everything was right between them, and she told him everything. OK, almost everything. Yes, she didn't tell him about the pendant, but not now, everything and it's time. Everything and it's time. She sighed at that thought, and the words exited her before she can even stop them "I'm a Vampire." It seemed that everything depended on these few words. Everything she's believed in. Everything she used to believe in. [/blockquote]
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