What do you want!? ( Danika )

[Bellatrix Lestrange]

A pleasant spring afternoon found Belle walking through Hogsmeade. After her last visit to the village, she could no longer walk about with her red hair, as such she had altered her appearance. She now had longer blonde hair, though much of the rest of her appearance remained the same. Her destination today was the Hogs Head for some more reading. Though she could have easily traveled via Floo powder, she wanted to test her new image out in the streets. Her new look had the desired effect, much more than the red image had. As she slowly progressed down the streets, numerous heads turned and countless eyes follow her progress down the streets. This could prove to be useful in acquiring more intelligence, and so she made a mental note that this was a very effective image for attracting attention.

As Belle approached the Hogs Head and the more shady side of the village, the number of people on the street dwindled and she quickened her pace. The Hogs Head was dark as always as Belle pushed open the door and entered. The dank immediately assaulted her senses as she stopped for a moment to adjust her eyes to the darker setting. Here and there sat several regulars to the pub, the criminal element of the village and those not wishing to be seen. In the back corner a pair of wizards were hunched over a box talking in a low whisper, no doubt they were up to some shady transaction. All of this didn't concern Belle one bit, instead she headed straight to the bar and picked up a glass from the bar and turned to her usual table in the front left corner.

A quick flick of her wand changed the dirty glass into sparkling clear glass, nearly as clear as fine crystal. A second flick of the wand summoned a deep dark red liquid to fill the glass. It was a potent mix Belle had come to enjoy, a blend of Fire Whiskey, Bulgarian Wine and a bit of spiced rum. Raising the glass she swirled the contents around a few times and watched it carefully to ensure it was properly mixed, of course it was more of a force of habit than a need to check the contents, she had mastered this mix years ago. Taking a sip, the spirits of the drink filled her palate and the heat from the drink rushed through her body. Sighing in content she opened her book and began to read where she had previously left off.

Most books were of little use to Belle, this book however had proven quite useful. She had tirelessly studied it for several months and had mastered many of the concepts of magic it taught. She was now engulfed in the final two chapters which contained some of the most advanced magic around, the art of becoming an animagi. She'd been studying the animagi concept for nearly four months now and had made virtually no progress. Metamorphmagus had come to her fairly easily, though it also had required several months on constant effort.

After a few minutes the door once more opened, but she paid no attention until the new comer had come to stand next to her table. Belle didn't even bother to look up at the person, "go away" she said in a calm voice while studying a chart. The individual however, didn't go away. Belle sat and looked at the chart for another minute while the person remained standing at her table. Anger began to grow and she casually slid her hand over to her wand and grasped it tightly. "Leave before you get hurt." Out of the corner of her eye she saw the outline of a Hogwarts' robe, the edges were trimmed in green. Slytherin or not, Belle expected her orders to be followed, she wouldn't spare a Slytherin simply because she was once one. In a flash Belle had raised her wand and pointed it squarely into the face of the little girl who stood before her, "WHAT DO YOU WANT!?" Belle demanded of the girl.

[danika]

It seemed like forever before a Hogsmead weekend was upon them. That pathetic headmaster took teaching mudbloods far to seriously, and seemed to think that students staying close to the castle for a great number of their weekends was of great importance, incompetent man that he was. He never considered that the worthy students would have rather important business to attend to in the wizard city.

For this particular outing, she had decided to wear a pair of rather fitted charcoal colored corduroy pants and a deep forest colored button-up suede shirt. She pulled her Slytherin robe over the top to prevent a chill from the early spring air and headed out to the city.

Finally the afternoon had come and she walked purposefully down one of the back streets of Hogsmead, nearly deserted by students as it was considered to be the less inviting side of town. As a result she preceded alone, which suited her well. She found no purpose in surrounding one’s self with inferiors, and a large number of Hogwarts students, were very inferior. As she walked, she noticed someone step into Hogs Head. It was a woman, and despite her blonde hair she was sure she recognized her. She had never had any contact with the woman, or with her companions, but she was certainly aware of who they were, and of her special talents. She never hesitated to follow the woman into the tavern and take a seat opposite her at the table. It seemed at firs that the woman was not entirely pleased by her presence, but that did not put off the young Slavic, as she said calmly at the table, her fingers interlaced on the table in front of her. She waited until the woman asked what she wanted before she spoke, her voice calm and confident in her deeply Slavic tone.

“Training”<br>
After her words, as if to subtly explain what she meant, her eyes narrowed slightly, her attention obviously moving from the woman she sat across from to something else. When her gaze drifted back to the blonde, her eyes had changed from the deep honey color to a pale green.

[Bellatrix Lestrange]

Belle watched as the stupid little girl sat down and flashed her eyes while saying “training.” “Oh how cute” she said sarcastically. Slamming her own book shut she took up her glass and sipped the strong drink all the while her eyes locked on the girl. “Look you unpleasant little monster, I’m quite busy, so you better come up with some good reason why I shouldn’t just take and sell you as dragon fodder.” Belle eyed the girl squarely and sized her up, she appeared to be about a 3rd year or such. At any rate, she kept her wand pointed right at the girl’s face as she awaited her response.

[danika]

Her gaze locked with the woman’s, never faltering as she leaned forward, shifting some of her weight onto her arms which rested on the table as a sign she wouldn’t back down. She know what the woman was capable of and she wasn’t afraid. She of course had hopped that this would be easy, but she hardly expected it. It wasn't an easy job being a death eater, and she was sure that incompetent children were always insisting they were worthy of some greater task and wishing to serve the dark lord. Of course they never were. They were barely worth the breath their requests wasted.

“Then how about because I know who you are. Oh yes, the hair is a nice disguise for someone who doesn’t want to see the truth, but I am on the same side you are. My request is not a joke, and I have the same gift you do. But perhaps the thing you should take most to heart is the fact that you need help. You don’t want to admit it, but you do. You need me. You need someone that no one knows, and no one suspects. Someone who can make sure no on recognizes them in the future.”<br>
Her words spoken she leaned back in her chair, crossing her arms loosing across her chest, thought her eyes still did not move from the woman’s gaze, though she did let them ease back into their natural color as she waiting for Belle’s response.

[Bellatrix Lestrange]

Belle stared at the girl stone faced as she rambled on with her pathetic little reasons. “Oh you know who I am do you? So what do you want now, a prize?” As the girl crossed her arms in satisfaction, Belle would tolerate no more insurrection from this unpleasant child. In a split second she hit the girl a series of spells forcing her to both sit up straight and place both hands firmly on the table. “Now you listen to me, I don’t care if you know who I am. Everyone in this pub knows who I am! So if you think that is going to get you anything you are sadly mistaken. I also need nothing from an impudent brat like yourself! Now my patience with you is nearly up, so you had better come up with a real good reason for me to allow you to live to see the morning!”

[danika]

She was far from thilled about Belle’s use of magic to contain her, but she did not fight it. That would have been a useless waste of energy. There was no purpose in the struggle, and her goal was for verbal persuasion, not physical.

“Oh yes, and the poor little student just isn’t worth listening to, even if she might be the one to save your future. I told you why you need me, but you were apparently too stuck on yourself to realize I might be saying something important. I am a metamorphmagus in case you didn’t pick up on my subtle hinting. Considering the current state of our side I don’t think you should be turning down help them it is offered. You better get over yourself and face the truth. You help me, and when you need me in the future, I’ll be waiting.”

[Bellatrix Lestrange]

“Alright you impudent little beast, I’ve had enough of your foul mouth.” Belle stood up and slammed her book shut and cradled it in her arms while pointing her want squarely at the little girl’s face. “You wretched little thing! You ought to learn to keep your mouth shut! Your offer is pathetic and you truly think we need your help!? There is nothing you can do for us that others couldn’t do! You speak as if you are valuable, yet you are only a simple pawn to be used! You truly believe you are the only person at Hogwarts whom we can use!? Foolish child! Your services may be called upon but NOT because we need you! Serve my master well and perhaps I may deem your worthy enough to teach! Now, sleep on what I’ve said you imp!” Belle then waved her wand causing the girl to slump over fast asleep.

“Do you want me to take care of her?” Came a husky voice as Belle walked past the barkeeper. “No” She replied, “leave her alone, we may have use for her yet…”

[danika]

Her gaze stayed steadily upon the Belle as the woman barked out insults. The powerful never did like being insulted, and were quick to send similar remarks bark to their sender. She stayed still, partly because of the spell, and partly because it was not worth fighting against. There were times when you held back to save themselves for later. As Belle finally stopped her attack, Danika opened her mouth to respond, but hardly had she begun to form the first syllable when she felt a spell hit her, and she felt her body slump forward as the world went dark.