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Bellatrix Black - September 29, 2007 09:16 PM (GMT)
    It was cold. Far too cold. And, considering Bellatrix liked the cold, it was a very rare occasion when she bothered to waste her time complaining. But, today, she supposed, was an exception.

    "Bloody freezing," she whispered, under her breath, making her way through the suits of armor and useless weapons, all on display. It was unseasonably cold, reaching a new low of 32 degrees. Tonight would be, by far, the most difficult night this week to get to sleep. Sure, she'd had a few weeks of insomnia, long nights with hardly any sleep, but today would certainly be an all nighter. Which she didn't mind, on the nights where it was unseasonably warm. Which wasn't the case.

    Her fingers reached to examine a rather elaborate suit of armor, only to retreat when finding it was cool to the touch. Stupid armor. She wrapped her sweater tighter around her, hoping it would miraculously heat her up, just a bit. But, unfortunately, she was left to wander about in the cold, all covered up, without the slightest inclination to bundle up in bed and sleep. Because she wasn't tired. Because it was too cold.

    Normally, the body's natural reaction to the cold is to shut down, seeing as it uses twice it's energy keeping itself warm than cooling itself off. But now, however, Bellatrix was far too alert to even think about sleeping, or think about thinking about it. And, frankly, it was annoying her. A frown graced her features, which was not at all unusual, but when she was alone, facial expressions weren't really something she bothered with. Neither was talking to herself. But, unfortunately, both of those had apparently kicked in now, of all times.

    The armory was quiet, and as much she liked the alone time, the suits of armor weren't the best company in the world. She might actually strain herself and go look for someone in the halls. Though, then again, no one was ever in the halls after hours, except for herself, of course.

    Great.

    She would have a lovely time, all by herself, numb and frozen and the like. She didn't need company. She'd make her own fun. What that was, she had no idea at the moment, but she'd figure it out. Ot wait for it to come to her. Oh, but she didn't want to just sit there. She wanted to move. To get her blood flowing, to get her body working again. That would be nice.

Mulciber Burke - September 29, 2007 11:30 PM (GMT)
Dark, long, and imposing. The hallway was so dark. And so long. And so terribly imposing. Mulciber shuddered as his right hand ran desperately against the wall. The fifteen year old was terrified. Another hand, his very own left hand which still bore the scars of the fire he'd been in, ran across his head. He'd pulled his blonde locks behind his ears with it before resting it upon his cheek. His light brown eyes flickered uneasily and very quickly around the corridor. His hands were shaking now. And he could feel his left from where he'd forgotten to remove it from his cheek as he stood frozen in place. Had he just heard something? Was that the tapping of footsteps? The moan of a creaking board? He whimpered pathetically. Both his hands came together, interlacing and squeezing tightly against each other. He felt tears sting his eyes as he realized he'd lost the wall.

Oh no. Oh no. Oh no. Oh no. he thought over and over again. Fear was slowly taking him over. He couldn't move. Couldn't find his way back to the common room. But he had to get somewhere. Anywhere but here alone in the dark. He had to take a chance and just go. His eyes squeezed shut, hands lacing together more tightly. He took a step into the darkness, then another. A few more and he tripped over something. Landing on the floor was not exactly fun. He'd thrown a hand out to catch himself and was curtain it would probably bruise. Regardless, he couldn't just lay there no matter how much he wanted to. So he got up again, finally finding the wall.

This time, he broke into a run. Sure, he had no idea where he was going, but at least he wasn't just standing still. He, of course, had to stop after a second. His mind had suddenly blared into rational thought and he realized that he needed to walk because he might run into a wall otherwise. So walk he did. And of course he ended up nowhere near the common room. In fact, he ended up in a room with someone else. Someone he recognized.

"Bella!" he cried, rushing toward her and wrapping her in a very tight hug. "It-it's dark!" he whined, biting his lip tightly as tears threatened to run down his face again.

Bellatrix Black - September 30, 2007 01:55 AM (GMT)
    She about to leave. She about to leave the cold, and go to bed. Not to sleep, of course. Just to lie there. In the dark. Not sleeping. As usual.

    That was, of course, before she felt about a hundred pounds of solid weight flying into her stomach. What the hell? Had something... been thrown at her? Or fallen? She didn't bother to look down, though. The sudden warmth that clung to her body only identified it as a person. And the voice attached to it only reassured her that it was, in fact, Mulciber. And, for once in her life, she wasn't completely repulsed by the thought of a hug. It actually seemed quite appealing, really.

    She felt herself melting into the warm hug until she regained her composure, peeled him off, and became reaccquainted with the cold, unfortunately enough. She looked down, finally, only to find him with watery eyes and the most desperate look on her face. Funny. All she could manage was a meager, yet suiting, "What?"

    He'd said something. She hadn't been paying attention. She was too busy shivering, oddly enough. Something about.... Dark. What, was he afraid of the dark? Was he kidding? She stopped herself from laughing. And that was extremely, extremely unorthodox. Normally, she'd just walk away. But from Mulciber?

    She found herself wanting the warmth again, but quickly changed her line of thought. Personal space was a must. A warm, affectionate hug from an adorable fourth year was not. Not that she'd ever admit to seeing him as adorable.

Mulciber Burke - September 30, 2007 08:12 PM (GMT)
Mulciber was so glad to have found Bellatrix after being alone in the dark all that time that he managed to find himself as far from tears as possible. This was until she pulled him off. Of course at this point he realized how very cold it was in here and on top of a new wave of tears his arms came up to wrap around himself tightly. She asked him a question then. It was the simple word what. Somehow, he figured she hadn't been listening to his explanation that it was dark. He shuddered, light brown eyes now filled with tears that were slowly making their way down his face. He couldn't believe she'd just push him away like that. But maybe that was because he was more use to people letting him hug them. Regardless, he really needed to answer her.

"D-D-Dark..." he mumbled, looking down at his shoes as he felt tears continue down his cheeks. His arms repositioned more tightly about him as a shudder ran through him. Why was it so freaking cold? Oh yeah. She'd pushed him away. Maybe he should apologize for hugging her then. "S-Sorry about the hug... I just... It's dark and..." the young Burke child couldn't even finish his sentence. Maybe she'd be happy that he'd said sorry. Then maybe she could help him get back to the common room. No. He doubted that. She was Bellatrix Black. And even if she was someone he considered one of his best friends, he was sure she wouldn't want to take the time to lead him all the way back to the common room.

His thoughts switched between his desire to return to the common room and his sadness that Bellatrix had pushed him away so easily. Of course the cold wasn't helping any and he really wasn't dressed for the temperature. His green, button up pajama shirt and matching pants were really made for a warmer environment. His arms repositioned once again. This time, his hands lightly rubbed up and down his arms in an attempt to warm him up while he cried.

Bellatrix Black - October 1, 2007 08:58 PM (GMT)
    A fourteen year-old boy was crying his eyes out in front of her because it was dark. What- was he kidding? Please, please say he was kidding. Really. It was the most despicable, pathetic thing she'd ever seen. Her eyes rolled upward, momentarily, due to his sickening and all too sudden nostalgia. And, though her mind dwelled on what an excuse for a human he was, she couldn't but feel, if she dared, sorry for the poor thing. He was lost and, evidently, mortified of the darkness, so, in turn, she could see how he was- well... frightened, per se. Her gaze wandered back over to him, again, as he spoke between sniffs and tears, fighting both anxiety and the cold at the same time.

    Now, of course, he was apologizing. That was more like it. She much prefered the current change of things than the former embrace. Eugh. She went to say something, an attempt at comforting, but, fortunately, her reflexes kicked in. "And?" she inquired, not all too happy about the hug, but, at the same time, grateful for the warmth it'd given her, if only for a few seconds. Mulciber Burke. Had she really expected this when she'd talked to him, no, no, more like chatted with him that time in the common room? She just stared at him, quietly observing his mental breakdown. "Well- just- nevermind," she quickly added, afraid that he'd start crying again, or whimpering, or something she'd normally hex people for.

    She cringed as he began rubbing his arms to keep warm, as if he was vying for her attention. It wasn't that cold. Admittedly, she had been shivering, but, in light of the situation, she'd forgotten all about the freexing cold and was now focusing, oddly enough, on the child. "What are you doing out here, anyway?" she inquired, her voice far too hollow, eyes conveying no emotion whatsoever, no opinion on the scene in front of her. Oh, how she hated having a conscience.

Mulciber Burke - October 2, 2007 08:57 PM (GMT)
Mulciber stopped crying at the question of why he was out and about. In all reality, he'd forgotten completely what he'd left the common room in order to do. A look of confusion flashed across his face and he looked around slowly, eyes trailing across the sparkling armor and gleaming swords. His head shook slowly and he looked back up at Bellatrix, his light brown eyes staring directly into her own eyes. He didn't know how to tell her he'd forgotten what he was doing. She'd probably laugh at him. His eyes left he's once more, lingering on the ground near his feet. "I... I don't remember, Bella. Sorry... I just can't remember what I was doing..." he felt bad now. How could he have forgotten what he was up to so quickly. He shuffled his feet a bit and took half a step closer to her. It was still cold after all and he was smaller and all that stuff.

Noticing his own movement, he took a full step back, managing to trip over his own feet and crash to the floor for the second time this night. Of course this time he landed on his wrist funny and though it didn't snap or break, it hurt badly enough to make him whimper. He rolled onto his stomach, having landed on his back and quickly tried to get back up using the only hand that wasn't hurting him. He somehow managed and stood slowly, a bit shaky now. Why was he so stupid anyway? Nonetheless, he had to make it seem like he was just a klutzy idiot.

A small smile graced his lips, though it was really more of a grimace. And his chapped lips weren't much help at all to the over all effect on his appearance. Regardless, he tried it anyway.

Bellatrix Black - October 3, 2007 10:27 PM (GMT)
    She watched him, with the oddest expression on her face. He really was getting under her skin. As for how, she couldn't tell... It took her a moment, really, but when he apologized again, and again, she figured it was turning for the worst. But, for some reason, she tried to contain her anger and frustration. Normally she'd just walk away. Or hex him. Or laugh and glare at him. But, when it came to this certain situation and this certain person, it was different. And that was probably what frustrated her the most.

    Her fingers curled inwards, nails digging into her palms as she attempted to fight the sudden urge she had to show affection. She just couldn't. For one thing, she hadn't the capacity to, and for another, she didn't know how. But she wanted to, actually wanted to make him feel better, and that was the worst part. Imagine what it would be like if word got around that she'd actually said something kind? Or was sincere? Or, even, that she was treating a human being like a human being, not just like a plaything. Nonetheless, he was pureblooded. But still. It just didn't look good. And it gave her the most wretched feeling in her stomach just to think about what he was doing to her. Making her seem nice and the like. It was just preposterous, really.

    She sighed, though it was a tad louder than she'd hoped. And, watching him fall without any notion to help him up, she decided. She's just help him back to the common room. Just like that. Then she'd pretend like she'd simply met him on the way. Not that she was helping. Because that was simply too nice. And that wasn't her personality. So, when he was once again facing her, an oddly placed smile on his face, she took him by the shoulders, turned him around, and pushed him forward, ever so slightly. "I'll help you get to the common room," she began, hesitantly, her voice far too... sweet for her own liking, and then added, "But you shed one tear and I swear I'll leave you."

    There. That was it. That was all. Nothing else, short and simple, just enough to make him stop crying and to get him off of her hands. Before she once again felt that horrible feeling that made her sick. Eugh.

Mulciber Burke - October 4, 2007 10:26 PM (GMT)
She'd said it. She was going to help him get back to the common room! He smiled lightly, stepping toward her with all intentions to grab her arm and keep hold. He did so, grabbing Bellatrix's arm tightly and hugging it close to his chest. "Thank you Bella!" he said, nodding very quickly as he spoke once more. "I promise I won't cry! I promise!" he said in a fast paced tone, feeling much better now. Maybe tonight would go well after all. Maybe everything would just be alright. And after all this, he found his thoughts wandering.

Oddly enough, he thought of his adoptive parents. And though this makes little to no sense in the eyes of many a person, it made complete sense to he himself. Mulciber Burke was not one to think in the ways of a usual =, everyday Slytherin. Or person, in said matter. He realized here, in this moment, that he'd never revealed to any of his fellow Slytherins, let alone the whole of the school, that he was in fact living in a muggle home. Or the fact the he himself was no more than a half blood. He had good reason to keep such quiet, yet right now these thoughts floated into his head. Maybe he was a bit tired of lying in a sense. Then again, he couldn't say anything. It would seem odd. Instead, he awaited her reaction, breath ever so slightly sped up with the deepness at which he now thought about things which made so little sense.

Bellatrix Black - October 5, 2007 12:12 AM (GMT)
    Well. Speaking of getting him off her hands... He'd, apparently, gotten the impression that her arm was some sort of play thing.

    She held in a groan, before contemplating tugging it away. But, unfortunately, she couldn't find it in her to. Which was disgusing, frankly. And it made her feel so... Merlin, there went the word again. She'd have to think about it, really, but Mulciber Burker was surely turning her soft. And, when she said soft, she meant kind and nice and all those things that lead to a quick downfall. Which she certainly didn't want. Nor would that be approved of, familywise. She didn't know what she'd do if she became anoythe Andromeda, tolerating mudbloods and the like. The thought absolutely terrified her. Narrowed her eyes in the darkness, she attempted to see, only to remember she had her wand on her. So, even though, extremely displeased with his actions, she took it out of her back pocket with her free hand, not moving the other. Might as well let the naive little fourth year believe she was all for helping him. Just for tonight, anyway.

    She lit up her her wand, which illuminated the hallways quite well, letting her see which ways to go. They were a few floors up, so they had a while to go before they got to the common room. Merlin save her. Mulciber would drive her insane if he started crying or hugging her or saying how best of friends they were. He handled rejection well, though, she must say. "Go straight," she directed, slowly, "And then take a right." How was it he didn't know how to get around the castl by now?

Mulciber Burke - October 7, 2007 04:54 PM (GMT)
Bellatrix hadn't pulled away. He supposed that must be a very good thing indeed. So he smiled very lightly as he continued to cling to her arm. She'd even lit her wand which made everything all the better. Maybe he'd let her arm go soon. But not yet. He liked the comfort found in keeping contact with his friend. She instructed him on the next few directions, and though he really did know how to get back to the common room by himself, having her instruct him was pretty nice. Because even though they had light now, there was still darkness beyond that light and it was a very distracting fear that made it quite hard for him to navigate by himself.

"Uhm... Bella... Thanks..." he mumbled, unsure if that was necessarily that best thing to say to her. After all, he really didn't know her as well as he pretended. She didn't know him either though. So same same, really... Right? Well, he supposed so anyway. He decided now would be a good time to stop clinging as he was, with both arms. Letting one arm fall to the side, he hooked the other around Bellatrix's arm more securely and was as content as he could in such a state. At least for now.

Bellatrix Black - October 12, 2007 02:08 AM (GMT)
    She was clearly aggravated, so much so that the vein in her throat was visible. And that made her look so ugly. Like Andromeda. So, she took a few moments to calm herself, breathe in slowly, and steady her pace. Merlin, he was going to kill her. Or, if she didn't get to the commonroom in time, she'd probably kill herself. But what a waste it would be.

    She shook her arm a little, to no avail, she as he was latched on there so tight that she could barely move it. Bloody hell, get off. Was it not obvious that she was so very uncomfortable? She gave him a sideways glance, just as he apologised. That was probably worse than his latching on to her arm... no. No. It wasn't. Admittedly, it was near equally annoying, but nothing could rival the 'I'm-never-ever-letting-you-go' thing. Made her sick.

    "It's fine," she replied, though her voice hardly reflected that affect. She kept walking, and swung a tight right, and hauled them both down a staircase, regardless of whether he was ready or aware. Too bad for him, were he not. "Just a bit longer." So, they continued down one of the last hallways on their journey. She was so glad that she could barely put it into words. If anyone saw her like this... Well, needless to say, her reputation would be out.




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