Early Morning Sunday ||Open||

[bellatrix]

Slowly the soft mist was lifting. It had been so thick an hour ago that Bella couldn't see beyond her hand but now that the sun had risen the mist was clearing, showing the body at Bella's feet. It was about now that Bella wished she smoked, she needed something to pass the time but she only had one addiction, one thing that she was absolutely obsessed with and that was her master. He was perfection and the only one in Bella's life worth thinning about but sadly she had another few moths of school left. If it was up to her she'd leave and stay by her master's side, but he wanted her to complete school and so did her parents and as a pure blooded daughter of a most prestigious family she needed a good reputation to keep her family where they were. She also needed to marry well despite not wanting to marry at all, unless you counted her master but he was not going to marry her, no one was worthy of him, not even her.

Bella looked down at the body. It stirred and slowly pushed itself up. Two dark eyes looked up at her in confusion, Bella waited while the boy slowly started going over the events of the night before. The boy's jaw dropped slowly as he remembered. Bella stood before him, smirking. Breathing heavily the boy started scrambling about, away. He found his feet and started running and all Bella could do was laugh her manacle laugh, her head cocked back, hands on hips as she enjoyed the fun.

Bella brought her head forward again and watched the silhouette of the boy turn into nothingness. Just the mist remained where the boy had been and Bella slowly started making her way back to the castle. She had many more toys to play with. There were plenty of defenceless boys and girls in the castle to play with, maybe it was time to get back her potions from Leander, give the little lying Gryffindor a scare, it was only about 5:30 am but Bella had all the time in the world to stalk and torment the little dolt.

[russianbear]

I'm sick and tired of all this giving up. All I hear is talk and I've had enough.

Roman had been taking an early morning walk. Or was it late night? it was one of the two, it was fairly misty and he had drank an awful lot and woken up perched against some tree with half a cigarette portruding from his mouth. Ever-used to adversity Roman took the idea of still having that half a cigarette as a good omen and had decided he'd take a walk smoke it and then decide if he'd go to lesson or not. It must've been pretty early, he saw a few faces he barely recognised trudging back to the castle no doubt on their walk of shame with headaches and lack of memories. For all of his obvious personality flaws Roman could drink pretty much everyone he knew under the table and then ask for more.

A kid bumped into him. "Vwatch it," he said with not a little bit of anger in his voice and not a little bit of distaste at being shoved into by some upstart little third or forth year. The kid looked up at him saw the trademark pompadour and heard the tell-tale accent and only ran faster. Whatever had just happened to that kid had shook him up a little and as Roman took a drag on his cigarette he resigned himself to find out what it was that had spooked the kid into running into one of the more fearsome people who lived at the school. A scowl on his Russian features he carried on walking, his shoes digging into the slowly dewy grass, the mist was beginning to clear a little. He reached into his pocket and pulled out the thirteen inch Siberian pine that was the only testament he even had of his parent's existence.

The wand hummed in his fingers and Roman tightened his grip on it still walking without a care in the world. That was a rather fair assessment considering how he actually felt, he was extremely rough his childhood and upbringing hadn't left any room for him to grow into a soft or even a particularly kind-hearted person. Sure he'd defend someone if they were getting picked on but unless he had a proper reason to actually do something he usually just forgot about whatever problem it was. He certainly wasn't James Potter, though Potter wasn't perfect he loved to stick that nose of his in any business he felt it was necessary for him to about, something that Roman didn't appreciate too much. He respected Potter and that whole group of his but he found them to be too friendly with one another.

Then everyone seemed too friendly to Roman, he took the last drag of his cigarette inhaling deeply letting the fumes hit at the very back of his throat and lungs before exhaling and watching the tobacco fumes dance in the air in front of him. He flicked the end into the grass and maintained his walk still looking around with inquiring blue eyes. Then he saw the reason why the kid was scared and he almost crossed himself. He wasn't religious but hell in Russia they crossed themselves just to make sure they had somebody's back up even if it was something that didn't exist.

"Bellatrix." he said his accent causing the sound of the L's to be pulled on slightly, his pronunciation was rolling and slow and ponderous, each syllable dropped out of his mind with some sort of thought given to it. Of course he wasn't the master of the English language that some of his peers were, but he could speak it well enough. "It seems you're scaring zhe children again," that accent causing his response to the odd girl to sound measured, thoughtful. "Do be careful. Accidents happen in the mist," obviously he wasn't threatening her.

He just didn't like bullies of any kind.

[esa]

It was early Sunday morning and Emilia couldn't sleep any longer, she just had to get up and do something, but what was there to do in the early morning. Who was there to see? Nobody was the only answer that Emilia could think of. So she decided to take a walk through the Sunday morning mist along the grounds of Hogwarts. The light was still low in the morning and the mist caused visibility to be very scarce. The only way she could tell there was someone out in the mist was the laugh. It was a very familiar laugh. The laugh could only belong to one person. "Bellatrix," she called out into the mist. There was a silhouette of some scampering body trying to escape the wrath of dear Bella. "What brings you out so early? Torturing the children and waiting on the Dark Lord?"

Bellatrix was like Emilia, a seventh year Death Eater waiting to escape the clutches of the school and to serve their master full time, unfortunately it didn't always work well like that. But they lived to loyally serve their master and if that meant school, then school was what they would survive through. Then there was another voice. It was the voice of that Russian kid, Ivanov. He was that obnoxious Gryffindor of their age who was always around smoking and drinking, being Russian plainly. He annoyed Emilia, but he had a temper. He would be the perfect Death Eater, if only that was what he wanted. But he had a soft heart for the bullied, or at least what he called bullied. Emilia called them the punished for their own good.

Emilia strode through the mist until she came to Bella's side. If the Russian boy was going to be annoying and challenge, then he would have to challenge two Death Eaters rather than just one. "Ivanov," Emilia sneered. "Don't you have something better to be doing rather than helping the punished. It's a crime you know," Emilia said. It was a crime to the loyal Death Eaters at least and unfortunately for Ivanov, Emilia was a prefect and even if she wasn't supposed to abuse her powers, she could bend the truth a little bit. And if he said accidents happened in the mist, he was surely talking about accidents happening to himself. "Ha, accidents happen in the mist, normally to those who meddle with business that is not their own," so if he wasn't so crazy and out of it from his smoking habits then he would understand that he should get lost or fear what would happen to him.

[bellatrix]

Dark lids covered Bella's pitch black eyes for a couple of moments. She took a deep breath, stood still and released the air she'd held within her lungs. Slowly she repeated her process of a deep breath before she opened her eyes. Emilia. Bella had heard her name spoken in such a beautiful tone through the mist and it must have come from her house mate, dorm mate and fellow Death Eater.

"Emilia. How interesting." Bella spoke carefully, annunciating her every letter carefully. There was only one person that Bella trusted and Emilia, despite being Bella's house mate and a fellow Death Eater, was not that one person, the only person Bella trusted was her master, the Dark Lord.

"I'm just …" Bella paused and made a slight humming noise as she thought of the appropriate word. "Playing." She laughed to herself, her chin tucking in towards her chest but not quite touching. She bent down at the knees to look closer at the ground. She snapped herself a blade of grass as she listened to fellow seventh year Roman approach and speak. She listened to Emilia's response on her behalf. Bella knew how to speak for herself and it bothered her that someone would try speaking in her place but for now she let it slide. Placing the blade of grass she'd snapped up between her thumbs and forefingers she pulled at the grass until it tore apart leaving a stringy mess at the tear.

"It's stronger than it looks and so are some people." Bella stood up, straightening her head as she did. This was her reply to Roman's threat, or what she thought sounded like an attempt at a threat. "But keep talking and we'll find out who's easier to tear apart, you or the grass." Bella eyed Roman's wand and carried on her way, taking each step slowly as though she were a bride walking down the aisle. Bella didn't take kindly to filthy Gryffindor's getting in on her business, this was no place of Roman's, just why exactly he felt comfortable enough to address her was beyond Bella. The silly little commie hadn't yet learnt his place. Bella could soon see to that.