Post by Bellatrix Black on Sept 5, 2011 0:00:27 GMT -6
if flesh could crawl,
my skin would f a l l
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Diagon Alley. Knockturn Alley. Two streets that were just around the corner from each other but were almost two completely different worlds. One, a friendly wizarding street, lit up with a colourful variety of wizards and stores selling things that ranged from Quidditch supplies to stores where students could purchase their very own toad, owl or feline friend. The other took a turn away from the light, as it was not the most cordial place to shop. The street was filled with dangerous items, as well as dangerous people. The perfect place for a caring parent to let their itty bitty kiddies wander around like a bird taking its first flight. Two different streets, each attracting a different crowd and clientele.
Bellatrix Black didn’t particularly like either street. Some could try and put some sort of ignorant rational to it, like saying Bella didn’t enjoy being out in an environment that wasn’t under her control and was too unpredictable. But the truth of it could be quite simplified. Bella didn’t like slime. Slime was something that could easily be found in either shopping location. Diagon Alley, well that was one thing, one obvious thing. Knockturn Alley though? Wouldn’t that be more of Bella’s style? Unfortunately, not.
Though mudbloods, half-breeds, and blood traitors weren’t exactly a common occurrence on the neighboring street, Knockturn Alley did have its own characters. Even though Bella could not of dream of loathing these individuals more than the others, they were still a different variety of wizarding scum. The inhabitants of Knockturn Alley were the very definition of the word. They were worthless people who spent their days hanging out in the little inlets of the street. There heads almost hanging down to their feet as they inched their way through each coming day. Hassling any person who dared to walk their way. They thought nothing. They did nothing. They were nothing. Their impact on the world was meaningless.
The moral of the story is this: Bellatrix Druella Black didn’t like spending her time out with the rest of the wizarding world. She wouldn’t immerse herself in a crowd that she didn’t wish to be a part of unless she had to. If she needed something from it or had a specific calling of which she deemed important, she would then be there. But only, if only, that were true. Otherwise, the young witch had far more important matters to be tending to. Some believed that there was a so called wizarding war going on after or all!
Draped in a black dress accompanied by a dark lace shall, Bellatrix traveled passed by store after store, the fall wind to her back. Turning down a stone crevice, she found herself marching through Knockturn Alley. With each step, a strong and distasteful stench crept up into her nostrils, tickling all the little hairs. A shadowy lump also then began to inch towards her. At first, Bella paid no attention to it. All she felt was disgust as to how the people around her not only managed to exist, but to survive! In a matter of moments, the creature was inching out its hand, preparing to grab for Bella’s wrist and before she knew it the thing had done just that. With her other hand she quickly grabbed her wand and prepared to curse what ever was touching her into the depths of hell. But something was just about to stop her from doing so...
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from off my bones
and run away from h e r e
and run away from h e r e
