Title: >> crisis? what CRISIS?
Description: -- for teddy
Bellatrix Black - September 29, 2007 08:38 PM (GMT)
Oh, hell. Could she get anymore pathetic? In all honesty, she really only had a few strands of dignity left. And those were certainly thinning out quite quickly.
First off, she had gotten detention. Her first ever detention in her whole stay at Hogwarts. Her first detention is the long seven years she'd been cooped up in this Muggle infested hell-hole. It disgusted her, really. As did the professor (McGonagal, of course) who'd incarcerated her. All for a few choice words about the quality of education at this insititute. True ones, nonetheless, but dearest Minerva had found it 'offensive and highly disrespectful for a student to be speaking out in such lengths in her classroom'. So, boom, a detention with Professor Quirrell, who was now sleeping soundly at his desk. She'd managed to restrain herself enough so as not to curse him and walk out. Or, simply, just walk out.
It bothered her even moreso that she was lying on the cold, dirty, uncarpeted floor, staring at the ceiling with mild contentment. She wasn't as bored as she'd let on, yes, but it took a lot to say that making shapes out of the stains on the ceiling was at all entertaining. And, no, it wasn't. But thinking of ways to torture the proffesor was. Ugh. Why couldn't she have gone to Durmstrang?
Oh, right.
It was for boys. Only boys, because they were the superior gender, and all that jazz.
She had a distinct memory of her mother teaching her the ways of lady. No, she couldn't do anything fun. No Quidditch, no Durmstrang, no going out with father, no speaking unless spoken to. Merlin, if she'd had to deal with that here, she'd probably have broken out by now. But, fortunately, she could enforce rules on other people here, instead of the other way around at her expansive mansion in London. That's why she beared with the horrible amount of mudbloods and horrible Professors here. Just so she got to show people where there place really was. And where hers was, too.
She continued on, staring at the ceiling, still lingering in between bored and content. The only way this could get any worse was if someone absolutely unbearable joined her. Or if Professor Quirrell woke up.
Either way, she was still stuck here. And why, really? She could just walk out. He was knocked out, surprisingly, and wouldn't wake up for another few hours. She could just claim she left at the designated time, give a nice smile, maybe unbutton her shirt a bit. That tended not to work with him, though, seeing as he was looking over his shoulder too much to notice her cleavage. Which was devastating, almost, considering what a waste it was.
Theodore Nott - September 30, 2007 02:40 AM (GMT)
Teddy was just having a bad day, but anyone could tell that by the way he was acting. He hadn’t bothered going to more than half of his classes that day, instead he had laid in bed all day until his legs began to ache from being stationary too long. He just didn’t have to motivation to do anything and to be honest with you, he had been feeling like that all week. All he wanted to do was sleep until he felt better, but he had a test that day in Charms so he had to at least go to that class. He finally got out of bed at about one even though his better instinct said to go back to bed because he was going to fuck up whatever he did. A freezing shower woke up his senses, but it didn’t wake up the happy mood that he usually carried. He brushed his teeth, combed his hair, and put on his uniform along with a green and silver striped scarf. His stomach growled subtly, but he knew that he didn’t have time to run down to the kitchens for a meal. A cup of tea, perhaps, but certainly not a substantial meal. He stuffed his wand in his pocket and headed out of the dungeons and towards the kitchens for a quick cup of tea that he would take with him on his way to Charms.
From the moment that Teddy arrived in the kitchens he knew he was going to be late for his test. So what did the blonde do? He shrugged it off. He would show up for the test eventually, hopefully having an elaborate, yet believable excuse by then, but the Charms teacher was somewhat of a pushover, he would probably believe anything that came out of Theodore’s mouth. A travel mug filled with ginger tea was placed in his hand as he made his way out of the kitchens and headed toward Charms. He took a seat in the front row when he arrived in the classroom, sipping from his half-empty mug as he listened to the Professor drone on and on about punctuality and how it was rude to be late for an exam. He was then informed that he wouldn’t be able to make the exam up and that it would be a ‘T’ in the grade book. The Professor then continued to ask Teddy what his reason was to being tardy, ”What was more important to you than my test, Mr. Nott?” He asked Teddy in his high-pitched voice that made him cringe every time the snake heard it.
Theodore Gabriel Nott looked the man in the eyes and laughed at him. It was more of a roar than a laugh, but whatever it was, it echoed off the walls and distracted every student in the classroom from their test. There were about fifty things that were more important to him than some stupid Charms test that was only worth about forty or so points. Should he list them or be vague? Vagueness seemed more impolite, so naturally on a day like this Teddy was going to be as vague as possible. ”Pretty much everything is more important to me than this stupid class.” He answered the Professor in a casual tone before taking another sip of his tea and slamming his mug on the desk. He stared the man down when he received a look of shock and anger from the Professor that Teddy was usually very kind to. ”So,” Teddy looked around the room, “Detention, right?” The Professor just nodded and pointed toward the door; apparently, that was Teddy’s cue to leave. Quite frankly, it looked like the man was about to wet himself.
Teddy took his time on the way to detention, stopping to converse with a ghost or to chat with some of his mates if he saw them in the hall. He had detention with Quirell after all; it’s not like that man would ever stand up to any student. No, he’d be too busy stuttering to even finish a sentence. Teddy did have an ounce of respect for Quirell though, he never gave anyone detention and he rarely assigned homework. He was basically the worst detention adviser ever, but it wasn’t like any of the kids would ever point that out to him, they liked having a pansy around too much. He entered the room quietly; hoping that Quirell was sleeping, which he was. That’s usually how detention went though; you go into the room, hang out for about twenty minutes, and then leave. The only reason anyone showed up at all was to sign in so it looked like you were there for the whole time. He expected to be with a bunch of Gryffindor’s, those were the folks that usually got detention because they were the most ‘mischievous’, or so they thought. Instead he had detention with a girl, who was lying on the floor.
What the hell, was she sleeping?
Theodore set down his bag on a vacant desk and wandered over to where the girl was staring at the ceiling. His mood lightened somewhat when he glanced down at the brunette only to realize it was Bella, one of the Black’s that she actually liked. Teddy’s dislike for Sirius was only because the lion claimed that Teddy was ‘trying to compete with him’. Uhm, hell no. Nobody really knew about Teddy being a virgin so perhaps Sirius was under the impression that they were competing for women? Theodore found that thought disgusting, he didn’t see women as prizes, but people. He shook away the thoughts of the male Black and smiled down at the female one that was gracing his presence. He squatted down next to her and tilted his head to look up at the same spot in which Bella was staring at. ”What so special about that groove, dear?” He looked back to her, a playful expression on his face.
Bellatrix Black - October 2, 2007 02:06 AM (GMT)
A rabbit. It was a rabbit, wasn't it? Possibly a turtle. Maybe even a bird of some sort.
She groaned before rolling onto her side, only to be faced with a boy she'd met many times but, oddly enough, didn't expect here. For some reason. She hadn't even heard him come in, and, to say the least, it was kind of peculiar to have him there. Atleast it wasn't a Hufflepuff. Or a Gryffindor. Or Sirius. Or... well, anyone else, really. There weren't many people that she was partial to in this school, much less many she liked. Theodore Nott would have to do, and did quite fine, in actuality.
”What so special about that groove, dear?”
She blinked, dumbstruck for a misfit second, before replying quite blatantly, "It's a rabbit." Wait. No. "Ugh. Just- nevermind." She returned to her back, and brought her knees up, once again staring at the ceiling. She tried to make heads or tails out of the rabbit-turtle-bird, but had no luck. Admittedly, she was a bit moody, not to mention low on patience. But, in turn, that certainly wasn't unusual, and, if anything, it reassured her that she wasn't become some sort of mudblood-loving socialite. Unlike her estranged sister and cousin, who she most truly and inevitably hated. Perhaps a few curses were in order.
The thought brought a small smile to her lips, hardly noticeable, but, at the same time, oddly misplaced. It wasn't healthy, per se, to become oddly happy at the thought of your family being put through pain and misery, but Belltrix wasn't healthy, and it did make her happy. She would, personally, love to see each of them put through a nice long string of Cruciatus curses, writhing in pain and agony on the floor. But, unfortunately, that would be totally punishable and she'd be expelled, probably congratulated by her family but ignored by the Wizarding World. And, frankly, that made out to be a horrible, horrible future. Especially if she actually wanted to be respected by society (not that she already didn't demand it).
She sighed, then took a second glance at Teddy. "What're you in for?" she inquired, quite hesitantly, though she didn't appear to be showing much interest in the matter. And, to be honest (which she was, most of the time), she wasn't interested. At all. She didn't care whether he'd a slit a throat or was simply late. It was just a way of passing the time. Frankly, she could think of various others, probably a bit more fun, but word coming around was that he was a virgin, and it probably wouldn't affect him much were she to accidentally lean over a bit too much, or stretch out her legs in a certain way. Merlin, he was as harder to get at than a professor.
Or was he?
She weighed her options for a moment, all the while awaiting an answer. She could flirt with him. But that wouldn't be any fun if there wasn't much reception. And, to say the least, she didn't like it when there wasn't much reception.