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Post by Rodolphus Lestrange on Aug 14, 2009 8:44:56 GMT -1
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Post by Demetria Lestrange on Aug 15, 2009 19:53:20 GMT -1
A few days were left of her summer holidays and as far as Demetria was concerned it was her last few days of freedom. Hogwarts was a prison to her, having to spend most of the year with flithy mudbloods, Halfbloods and Bloodtraitors. Well she could pass her time by hexing a few of them. See how many detentions she got this year. She headed down Diagon alley, the sun blazing hot. She was starting to regret leaving her long raven dark hair down as it was just making her feel even warmer, she pushed some of her long mane of hair out of her face as she walked, stray hairs that blew in the slight breeze kept sticking to her.
She found it all highly amusing the way everyone kept tightly packed in together, like little sheep that were terrified of been left alone for even a minute, Demetria went out on her own all the time, she didn't have anything to fear, the surname Lestrange demanded respect, and having parents like she had, well you had to be foolish not to fear her. She ignored the whispers and frightened glances from people desperate to avoid colliding with her. She fanned her face with her hand trying to get some cooler air, Stupid hot weather, yes it was great when you wanted to top up your tan but when it came to general day to day it just became bloody annoying.
"Lestrange...."
She didn't recognize the voice and she only took the time to know people that really mattered. Well if they wanted to talk to her they could catch up, Demetria didn't wait around for anyone. She only stopped when she felt someone grab hold of her arm, pulling her closer to them. The stench on his breath making her want to gag. "Get your hands off of me!"
"Where's my children?" He bellowed,"you know what he's done to them! Where are there?" His voice was high pitched and sounded distraught.
"Why should I tell a slimy little mudblood that?" She snapped "Now take your hands off me, or you'll lose them!" She spat the words at him. That seemed to really wind him up because he went for her throat, throwing her against the wall of the abandoned shop. She felt the cold wall against her back through her thin top. She winced slightly. Pulling her wand out of her pocket she blasted him off his feet, sending him crashing into the stall opposite that had been selling amulets to 'protect' you from the dark arts. "Jack-ass..." She rubbed her neck slightly where he had grabbed hold of her, she gave him a kick as she walked past. The mudblood didn't even have a wand on him.
She needed a drink, preferably a strong one, she kicked the gate open. Getting a few funny looks from the few people sat at the tables. Not that she cared, she was much too annoyed now. She dropped into a seat next to her dad. "Mudbloods get more pitiful everyday."
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Post by Rodolphus Lestrange on Aug 16, 2009 23:54:21 GMT -1
[/color] Rodolphus looked up as Demetria sat next to him, resting his chin on his hand. He laughed. "Don't waste pity on them, Pet," Rodolphus said, his grin playing easily into his words as he spoke. As she sunk into the chair, Rodolphus still had a hard time believing that she was his. The last memories he had of her until the break out, he had still been able to carry her up on his shoulders. Now, she was nearly all grown, ready to take the world and play with it as he and Bellatrix had. "They are rarely worth the trouble," Rodolphus added. Damian was the same way too. Among the many things that ran through his mind at night, the thoughts of everything he had missed stung him like poison. "Made an example of them, I hope," Rodolphus said, sitting back in his chair. "If not, I wouldn't be opposed to runnin' back there and usin' them for a father-daughter bonding moment," Rodolphus joked as the waitress skittered over to the pair, carrying Rodolphus's drink. "I'll be needin' another as well, whatever she wants." Rodolphus said, looking up at the girl and then over to Demi. Taking up his own drink, the cool liquid sent a shiver through his body. It banished out the caught heat of the day and sent Rodolphus back into his state of rare calm and lucid sanity. How strange, it felt familiar and foreign at the same time. "Ready for school? 'Cause I never was," Rodolphus said with a growl. He had never been one to look forward to term. That had been Bellatrix's passion, well...one of them anyways.[/ul] |
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Post by Demetria Lestrange on Aug 17, 2009 17:08:54 GMT -1
"Mudblood, thinking that trying to threaten me will bring back his filthy children." It got annoying that just because she was a girl and that she looked innocent meant that people thought she was helpless. She was far from helpless, she could take care of herself. She took great pleasure in torturing people, she took after her mother that way. Like mother, like daughter. She glanced at her neck in the hand held mirror she carried with her, she was vain she couldn't help it. She pulled a face at the mark that the mudblood had left when he tried to strangle her. Urgh stupid mudblood, still there was no shortage of people that would want to kill the mudblood when they found out he had so much as laid a finger on her.
Demetria barely had any memories of her parents before they were throw in Azkaban, she had only been two at the time, the few memories she had were enough to know that as far as she was concerned her parents were the best there was. She had hated not having them around when she was growing up. "Course I made an example of him, the mudblood didn't even have a ward. It was more of a annoyance." She said with a smile as she snapped the mirror shut. Arranging her hair so it covered the mark on the side of her neck.
"I'll just have a butterbeer." She said with a grin as the waitress gave her an annoyed looked and went off again to fetch another drink. "The prison that they call school....." She wouldn't mind but she was stuck in mudblood infested school. "See how many detentions I get this year." She always got in some kind of trouble for dueling mudbloods, halfbloods and bloodtraitors. She had nearly drowned one last year - but in her defense it hadn't been her fault that it couldn't swim, and she had sent countless of them to the hospital wing. It was safe to say she wasn't looking forward to the new school term, she was still trying to talk her parents into letting her off and not making her go for her last year.
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