Well. I feel dumb. As one of my reviewers kindly pointed out to me, if Jonathan
was Muggle-born, his dad very well couldn’t have taught him to control his
magic, could he? Pretend I said half-blood. Thanks to PirateQueen for beta-ing.
took Bellatrix several hours to get the cheeky Mudblood out of her head. No one
had ever spoken to her like that, with amusement in his eyes, as if he knew
something that she didn’t.
fumed silently before convincing herself that he wasn’t worth her thoughts, and
retreated to her room for the rest of the day.
next morning she lazily reclined on the window seat in the kitchen, the
sunlight dancing over her face and adding some color to her skin. She laid the
tip of her quill between her lips, staring out the window in silence.
dear,” her mother’s clear voice rang out from down the hall. With a sigh, the
dark-haired girl set down her sketching pad and went in search of her mother.
Black was a tall woman, which added to her powerful personality. Her dark hair
matched Bellatrix’s, her blue eyes were like Narcissa’s, and she had given her
height to Andromeda. But they didn’t talk about Andromeda anymore.
the Edgeworths are holding a party for their youngest daughter. She’s just been
accepted into the Ministry. I need something to wear, and I have a dreadful
headache. I would ask Cissa to get one for me, but,” she lowered her voice,
“she’s in the middle of answering one of Lucius’ letters. They would make a
fine match, and the Malfoys are a very powerful family.”
nodded, not altogether displeased. She had been getting restless, anyway. Even
as a child she had never spent too long inside the house except in the winter.
you have any particular color preference, mother?” she inquired.
striking, dear,” her mother replied, arching her neck proudly. “The house of
Black will be noticed.” Bellatrix nodded again and let herself out the
path down to the center of the town was well worn and paved. Bellatrix walked
gracefully down to the store, her head held high. The Blacks were well known in
the town, and were regarded with a mixture of fear and respect.
shrunken little woman who owned the shop hurried forward the moment Bellatrix
Black,” she greeted. “What may I do for you today?”
mother needs a dress for a social gathering,” she said, her voice haughty.
“Something out of the ordinary. I trust you saved her measurements from the
last time she was here?” she asked, her tone indicating that she would not
be pleased if the shopkeeper hadn’t.
course,” the woman assured. She disappeared into the back of the shop for
several moments, and came back with an assortment of gowns in her arms. One by
one, she laid them out on a table, and beckoned Bellatrix closer. “Do any of
these catch your eye, Miss Black?” she asked.
looked over the dresses, a bored expression on her face.
one will do,” she said, pointing at a dark blue dress with long, flowing
sleeves and tiny jewels sewn at the neckline.
good,” the shopkeeper said, waving her wand and vanishing the rest of the
dresses. She moved up to the counter and laid the dress down, pausing to call
over her shoulder, “Boy! Come here and take care of Miss Black.”
was a loud noise in the back of the store, and a tall boy came forward,
stumbling slightly while tucking a book into his jacket pocket. He smiled
sheepishly at the shopkeeper and turned around to face Bellatrix.
she hissed. A smile crossed his face.
he agreed. He picked up the dress and checked the tag, writing something down.
“Seventy-two galleons, ten sickles.” She poured some money into her hand and
counted out the right amount. He took it from her with another smile, ignoring
the fact that she did her best not to touch him as the money left her hand.
“Bellatrix Black,” he said thoughtfully. “Pretty name. Can I call you
refrain from calling me anything at all,” she replied coldly, jerking the dress
out of his hands.
“Well, that would
pose some problems. I can’t very well shout out, ‘You, girl!’ in the middle of
the town, can I?” he asked, brushing some hair out of his eyes.
don’t talk to me at all,” she said impatiently, attempting to freeze him
with a look.
a leaf in your hair,” he said randomly, reaching a hand up to her head. She
jumped as his fingers touched her scalp, leaving a warm feeling there. Glaring
again, because she had nothing else to say, she forced herself to walk out of
the shop with dignity and poise.
was ruined when he called, “Come again, Tinkerbell!” as the door shut behind