Post by bellatrix lestrange on Oct 20, 2010 16:01:13 GMT -5
when the devil wants to dance with you ,
YOU BETTER SAY NEVER
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Bellatrix Lestrange suddenly apparated outside of a large manor, her demeanor wreaked of self-importance and an heir of confidence. Straightening herself up to full height, she strode purposefully toward the front door, knocking loudly on the door. As she waited, she gazed around impatiently, taking in the property and comparing it to others she had seen. Her hand absent mindedly crept towards her wand and then twirled it in her fingers delicately. She scowled irritatedly, she hated waiting for people mainly because she had very thin patience but also because she felt they should be the ones waiting for her.
Bellatrix ran her fingers through her haphazard curls and growled as she got her fingers stuck. It had been at least a month since she had attempted to brush her hair so she shouldn't really be that surprised but she was and had to yank her hand from her hair before anyone arrived at the door and saw. That would be plain embarrassing. She made a mental note not to do that again anytime soon.
Bella was about to let herself in via brute force when she heard footsteps and then pushed her shoulders back, stood up straight and did her best to look intimidating. She smirked darkly and made sure to have her wand in plain view. She always enjoyed making people nervous, or at least making sure they knew thier place in her presence.
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