-sev- til kingdom come

[bella]

&& for you i'd wait, til kingdom come...

A quiet crunch sound echoed in the empty space that surrounded her until it bounced off the endless supply of trees only to come back to her. Her mittens seemed loose on her skeletal hands. Stray wisps of dark hair flew around her face like a spirit of power enveloped her entirely. Her dark eyes seemed to stand out as she drudged on through the term's first snow. She wore a pair of black boots with little tassels hanging form them. Along with them were jeans, a dark green sweater, a thick black wool coat, a dark green knit scarf with gray stripes, and a little woven hat to match the scarf.

The boots left prints behind her and Bella wasn't even inspired enough to erase her tracks as she went. Perhaps she wanted someone to find her, to stumble into her. Maybe some new toy to play with or an old one to battle? Perhaps some secret new "love" for her to tango with. Oh, how Bellatrix Black loved a good scandal! She almost treated herself to a smile but didn't. That would've been almost out of character now, wouldn't it?

She walked with that air of ownership. This was her forest, her life. No one could take it from her, that she was sure of. She knew it was arrogant, but Bellatrix was never one to admit to her flaws. She walked her hunter's stroll gracefully. Bellatrix gave off the effect of one who must be feared constantly. It was just something that came in her nature. She taught the other Slytherins how to act with her general demeanor.

She did come with a purpose, not merely to wander aimlessly in the forest past midnight. Bellatrix had spent a long night out on the town. Hogsmeade wasn't busy, but she'd spent most of her night making secret deals from beneath a hazardous looking black cloak inside The Hog's Head. She was used to it by now. Bella could make a deal with the devil if she'd wanted to. She wasn't like that slutty Kyndrick Laurent. She didn't use kisses and flirtatious touches to get her way. No, Bellatrix Black had a different sort of charm. The kind of charm that was dangerously beautiful.

She wasn't afraid to mutter the first part of illegal dark curses under her breath, ready to use them. She wasn't afraid to kill to get her way. To be so young and already be so easy to attack others, it wasn't healthy or normal. Of course, Bellatrix thought of it as a gift. She was a talented young witch, the prize of her Dark Lord. She was something special now. She was something her parents should have been proud of.

Bellatrix loved to wash herself in all the glory of winning her own little battles. She actually enjoyed doing his darkest deeds. Bella would go to the ends of the earth for that man. Or was he even a man? Bellatrix looked up to him as though he was some sort of God. She was his truest supporter. She was his only loyal servant. Bellatrix fancied herself to be the only one who could ever rise to the top in his book.

Now she was just cooling off from a night of work. She'd snuck out of the castle far too many times in her years so far to think it to be some hard task. Bella would take her fair time doing whatever she pleased. She cared only about herself in that moment, only about her own needs, her own wants.

So, her walk continued. She stopped herself at a bench at the edge of the forest. She sat down in the muddy snow that had piled up there through the night so far. She wiped some of it off and then gave it that careless look that said it was nothing to her. Bella had worn that expression far too many times in her life. It was becoming a sad sorry habit.

She sighed and slipped off a mitten to touch the snow with her fingertips. It felt as icy as her character. Bella laughed at the one internally. That was how she laughed at most things in life. The energy wasted with actual laughter was below her. Just as the meaningless smiles were. She would look however she wanted. Perhaps that was her stubborn side showing.

She brought the tiny flakes of ice to her lips and licked the dab away. She spit it back out. What had possessed her to do so? Nothing, she was just hopeless that way. Bellatrix couldn't help that she did such absent-mindedly strange things from time to time. Some people called it insanity, she called it eccentricity. Bella fancied herself to be something so special. Nothing could compare to her, nothing!

She dared anyone to come to her on that dark, snowy night. She dared them to walk so near the forest whilst the moon hid behind such billowing clouds. She dared them to tread on her territory. Only a scarce few were even remotely welcome there at that hour and Bellatrix didn't know if she was in the mood to see even them. What might the forest bring her then? What little treat might Bella get that fair night?

[Severus Snape]

&& i'd build you up, just to watch you fall apart...

[-The Sorting Hat-]

-unfinished thread, being closed/moved-