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now, a bit of one-sided drabbling
prompt: Bellatrix and Trelawney
Bellatrix, Sybil
Oh, dear. The first years looked positively dreadful, Bellatrix thought privately, surveying the shivering mass of younglings as they exited the boats. Why the headmaster had seen fit to delegate this to her--
Well. The least she could do was show some of these poor imbeciles what good breeding looked like--
"First years, this way, please!" she called imperiously, gesturing them toward the castle, watching them impassively as they walked by her.
She was just thinking that it had gone off relatively well as the last few students passed, when she noticed a positively diminuitive girl with frizzy brown hair and enormous spectacles came running up the path, trying desperately to catch up with her yearmates. Bellatrix fought not to scowl at her--probably a mudblood, the idiot girl--
"You're going to die!" the girl suddenly shrieked, pointing at Bellatrix, looking extremely melodramatic.
Bellatrix suppressed her anger even as she itched to reach for her wand. "I never doubted otherwise," she stated calmly instead.
prompt: Bellatrix and Trelawney
Bellatrix, Sybil
Oh, dear. The first years looked positively dreadful, Bellatrix thought privately, surveying the shivering mass of younglings as they exited the boats. Why the headmaster had seen fit to delegate this to her--
Well. The least she could do was show some of these poor imbeciles what good breeding looked like--
"First years, this way, please!" she called imperiously, gesturing them toward the castle, watching them impassively as they walked by her.
She was just thinking that it had gone off relatively well as the last few students passed, when she noticed a positively diminuitive girl with frizzy brown hair and enormous spectacles came running up the path, trying desperately to catch up with her yearmates. Bellatrix fought not to scowl at her--probably a mudblood, the idiot girl--
"You're going to die!" the girl suddenly shrieked, pointing at Bellatrix, looking extremely melodramatic.
Bellatrix suppressed her anger even as she itched to reach for her wand. "I never doubted otherwise," she stated calmly instead.