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[BELLATRIX DRUELLA BLACK]

To say that Bellatrix Black was annoyed would be an extreme understatement. In fact, she was downright furious. It was obvious to anybody that happened to be in the main corridor on the third floor. They were witness as she stormed down the corridor with a face like thunder. Yes, it only a few weeks into the school year and already she was at risk of being excluded. Not that it was Bellatrix’s fault of course, it was that stupid third year that had been winding her up. What did they expect her to do? Stand there and take it? The little Gryffindor brat deserved what he’d got, which, seeing as the situation had involved Bellatrix Black, included a rather nasty curse which landed him in the Hospital Wing. The professor that had caught her didn’t see it that way though. Within minutes she was standing in front of her Head of House, being asked to explain her actions.

Which she did with perfect honesty. The little kid had been disrespecting her, so she cursed him. Simple as that. And just as she thought she was going to get away with it, the Gryffindor Head of House had to stick her nose in. Bloody McGonagall. She had been told she was very lucky not to have been excluded and instead, she was landed with a month of evening detentions and a huge 12 foot essay to write about dangerous curses. As if she didn’t know enough already. For the past few Bellatrix had been having private Dark Arts lessons with the Dark Lord. In truth, she could write the essay with her eyes closed. But no, McGonagall had made it quite clear that the essay had to be researched and thoroughly referenced from the books in the library.

She approached the library and strode in, her heels making quite the racket in the silent room. Her actions gained her a look from the librarian, and if looks could kill, then Bellatrix would surely be on the floor by now. Bella smirked at the librarian, silently daring her to say something. As predicted, the librarian broke eye contact and continued with the paperwork on her desk. As a young child, Bellatrix had always been able to get away with more than most children could. Nothing had changed as she grew older. Some said it was because of her upbringing, being taught that she could always have her own way. The more observant or those that knew her better, however, knew it was actually her arrogant, egotistical attitude, there were few people who would challenge her authority.

Locating the relevant section, Bellatrix began to pull books from the shelves at random. She didn’t look at the titles or authors, instead just hoping she would have picked a few books that would be helpful to her. Dropping them on a table near the back of the library, she sat down, and with a wave of her wand, several sheets of parchment appeared on the table in front of her, along with a quill and ink. There, now if McGonagall came to check up on her (as she hinted she might) it would look as if she was actually attempting to work. Not that Bellatrix actually and any intention of doing the essay whatsoever.

Feeling a pair of eyes upon her, she spoke in her usual cold patronising manner, "Mind your own business will you?" she did not look up to see who she was addressing, it didn't bother her, she would speak in the same manner no matter who it was.

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[RYAN ALEXANDER SIMONS]

A few years a go, it wasn't that common to find the fourteen year old Hufflepuff in the Library. Now, however, Ryan had finally discovered the vast wonder and awe of books. That, plus his work was getting increasingly harder and he had to research more (something that he didn't like doing). Plus, even though it was near two years away, it wouldn't hurt to get a jump start on his OWLs... yeah, nah, forget it. Even though Ryan wanted to do well and all, he finally got the brilliant idea that starting two years early wasn't in his best interest. Not happening. Just like him getting this essay done wasn't happening.

The restless boy tapped his quill on his parchment lightly. He was trying not to get distracted by everything else that he was noticing in his peripheral vision. He finally gave up focusing. The sun from the windows was bounce off the table and the books. Ryan could bet his books that it was nice and cool outside, with just a touch of breeze. It was starting to cool down, but it wasn't unbearably cold just yet. The dots of sunlight made him think of bubbles... which made him think of going outside to get some fresh air or to have some fun.

Fun later, his conscience nagged him. Ryan half sighed, pulling his eyes away from the dappling sun and back to his paper. The fourth year knew his conscience was right. If he wanted to be a part of the wizarding world, he had to graduate, and to graduate, he needed to pass. Twirling his quill in his fingers, he set his eyes back on the parchment that had his name and the date and nothing else. He had spent the last hour (minus his frequent glances out the window), reading a book on Potions. All of the information had gone in one ear, beeline straight out the other. What was he even supposed to be writing about anymore...? While Ryan was trying to remember, he heard a rather loud thump nearby.

Tensing, Ryan looked up to see where the source of the noise came from. Some sulky girl with a load of books. Ryan was able to relax slightly. "A little louder, why don't you? So the people on the other side of the library can hear you," Ryan called over teasingly, but with very subtle seriousness. The Hufflepuff wasn't a fan of noises, and it was just obnoxious to slam the books down. With a mere wave of her wand, a quill and some parchment appeared. Slight annoyance forgotten, Ryan grinned. Being able to do that would be pretty cool. He wouldn't have to carry around his bag all the time!

Ryan looked at her, grinning slightly as a sharp rebuke came. He didn't exactly like harshness, but he wasn't about to let a grumpy girl drive him away. Fight fire with water and water usually won. "Looks like someone got up on the wrong side of the bed," he said, lightly teasing. His blue-grey eyes looked at the books and then at her parchment. She was probably going to be doing the same thing as him. Essay writing. Oh the joys of Hogwarts assignments.

OOC: Yeaaah hope you don't mind me popping in here o.o
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[NARCISSA ROSE BLACK]

Narcissa had been sitting in her room for a full hour, skimming through her photo book, stopping at pictures of her and Bella at the beach, or at their cousins' house. Once Narcissa got to a photo she liked she would stare at it for a minute and then accio photo frame she would slip it behind the glass, and place it next to her bed. It had been going on like this and now her room was pretty much filled with pictures of her and her sisters, and sometimes her cousins, laughing and twiriling. The images moved gracefully with a care-free joy that made her smile.

Narcissa then noticed a clock, and realized that she should probably be in the library. Of course, she was pretty good at wasting time, and spent a good thirty minutes inspecting herself in the mirror. Once she decided she was ready to go out, Narcissa walked quickly to the library. The first thing she saw there was Bella. A smile spread upon Narcissa's lips, and she began to walk towards her sister, not even noticing the young Hufflepuff who was trying to talk to her. Once she noticed the boy, however, she made a sour face. He was a half-blood, she knew that for a fact. She knew she aught to tell Bella, but she figured her sister would figure it out herself.

"Bella! In trouble again? Let me guess: a Gryffindor." Narcissa seated herself down next to her sister, and stared at the Hufflepuff with her cold blue eyes. She pointed at him half heartedly, like he wasn't worth the effort, and gave Bella a look. "Is this halfie bothering you? I could always get rid of him or something." At this, Narcissa flicked her wrist, and her black wand appeared in her hand, pointed dirrectly at the Hufflepuff boy. Narcissa wasn't normally into to threatening people, or at least she didn't enjoy it as much as Bella did. She did, however, like to show off in front of Bella; let her know that she wasn't afraid to let mudbloods and blood traitors know their place.

"I suggest you be careful when you talk to anyone in the Black family. We're purebloods, and have a purity to our name that a filthy little rat like you will never understand

[/i]" Narcissa hissed darkly, and started playing with the point of her wand as if she were ready to use it at any moment. She looked back at Bella with a small, smug smile. She knew that Bella would be proud of her for her behavior, but she still yerned for Bella's approval of everything.[/size][/blockquote][/blockquote][/justify]

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[BELLATRIX DRUELLA BLACK]

After her previous comment, Bellatrix has not expected to hear anything else from the person that had spoken to her before. Normally, even a mildly snappy comment from her was enough to silence people. So it was with great surprise that she heard the same voice pipe up again. And not only that, but the words spoken were almost teasing, lighthearted, as if their was a ongoing joke between the two. Nobody in their right mind would speak to Bellatrix Black like that. She raised her head slowly, in the direction of the voice. It was only when her eyes fell on the person that had spoken, did the corners of her lips turn up into the beginnings of a smirk.

Her eyes fell on a blonde Huffflepuff sitting opposite her. And quite a young Hufflepuff by the looks of it. She tilted her head slightly to the side, surveying him through her heavy lidded eyes. The aim was to make him feel uncomfortable, let him know silently that he had done the wrong thing by speaking to her in that manner. She’d have to be careful, another incident like the one with the third year Gryffindor, and she could quite easily be expelled on the spot. But there was no chance that anyone would get away with speaking to her like that. She leant back in her chair, crossing her arms across her chest, her eyes never leaving his.

Bella did however, glance up as her younger sister approached. She smiled briefly as Narcissa sat down next to her. She nodded in response to her sister’s question. “Yes, a third year. Stupid little brat deserved to be put into the Hospital Wing. Apparently he won’t be out for a week.” She commented lightly, as if she was talking about nothing more serious than the weather. Yes, so technically it was just a response to a question, but the extra detail she added was deliberately put in for the Hufflepuff to hear.

She watched with a smirk as Narcissa pulled out her wand and more or less threatened the Hufflepuff. So he was a halfblood. Well, that certainly made things more interesting. The venom in her sister’s voice was quite impressive, maybe she would make a good Death Eater after all. A quick glance towards her sister signalled her approval, after all, she knew it was what her sister was looking for. The situation was quite a role reversal, usually Bella was usually the more impulsive one, the first one to have her wand drawn, but this situation was different. It wasn’t a hot headed Gryffindor that wouldn’t hesitate to hex her in return. This time is was a young, innocent looking Hufflepuff. It could prove to be interesting.

She unfolded her arms, sitting up straight in her chair. “Now, now Cissy,” she started, “Let’s leave the poor baby Hufflepuff alone.” She turned back to the boy sitting at the table next to her. “Why don’t you go and run along and play? You wouldn’t want the big nasty Slytherins to get you now would you?” Her tone was patronizing, she spoke in the same manner in which you would speak to a five year old. She had no intention of letting the young teenager go anywhere else yet, not until she’d finished with him.

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[RYAN ALEXANDER SIMONS]

As the girl at the table stared at him, Ryan just politely looked back, blinking once or twice. One sided mean stare contest just like he used to have with one of his foster siblings. Every time he had walked into the room: glare. Yeah...she hadn't liked him that much, this here would be no different. Although he was used to it, it was still slightly uncomfortable. Ryan wasn't exactly the type to just take negativity without it knocking his optimism down one or two pegs. He felt like the only good thing that had come out of foster care was that he had learned how to deal with a whole variety of people while still staying him. He had met those who hated him and those who loved him; throughout it all, he had learned how to stay polite and to let people know that he wasn't going to change just to faze them.

The fourteen year old's head looked around as another voice came closer to the table. Within minutes, Ryan had discovered three things. One: the first girl that he had tried to engage in conversation was named Bella. It was an awful short name, so maybe that was just her nickname like people called him Ry; that was a rather large possibility. Two: these people didn't exactly like company. Oh well, they'd have to learn to deal. Being around different people and learning how to put up with them was a necessary part of life. Ryan had come into contact with a fair share amount of people who didn't like him and he had learned not to mind. Heck, his own parents didn't even like him; it probably didn't get lower than that. If Ryan could live through that fact, he could probably stomach his peers. Three: the Bella girl could get violent, as revealed through the second girl and an incident involving a Gryffindor. Red flag; no pun intended.

"Is it so horrible to look at a glass half full?" Ryan asked lightly as she referred to him as a halfie. Of course, he knew she referred to blood, but Ryan didn't care about any of that. He knew that he wouldn't of been any happier or sadder if he was a muggleborn or a pure blood. The Hufflepuff just eyed the wand cautiously as it was pointed at him. Ryan wasn't a gigantic fan of having objects aimed at him. Non magical was bad, but magical was probably worse. He kinda hoped they wouldn't pounce on him or anything though. Firstly, because he hoped they were smart enough so they wouldn't get into huge trouble (again, according to Bella's record). Secondly: Ryan really didn't want to get sent to the Hospital Wing along with the Gryffindor.

His next few clues about these people: the girl pointing her wand at him was called Cissy. Probably another nickname. Cissy...and they didn't like anyone other than a pureblood. Blood was just an illusion to Ryan. Just another separation among people, just like House and age. "Alright, alright... chill," Ryan sighed, still looking at the wand. Name? Blood? Purity? Pffft. If they were so obsessed, they'd have kids out of incest. Not that he'd say that aloud. "Eh, rats aren't that bad... we were once all one and the same," he said lightly. "And we outnumber you, sooo." Probably not the best thing to say right after she had warned him, but Ryan was going to be him, grumpy Slytherins or not.

He looked over at the girl that Cissy had called Bella. Going outside and blowing bubbles and being happy was so much more appealing than possibly getting cursed by a wand, but Ryan was staring to get a bit stubborn. Stubborn as in he'd see this out. He wasn't going to run away just because he got stuck with two grumps. "I'd kind of prefer not to. Anyway, I'm sure you're not all like that... there's just to much stereotyping going around."

OOC: .....I must of been mental to shove him in here o.o he's going to diiiiie xDD
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