Bellatrix Black
Year 4 - End of November

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Looking back, her life had been carefully mapped out since the day she was born. Being the eldest among her siblings is never easy and never will, being the bench mark of everything- the hopes and dreams that rested upon her shoulders, even her responsibilities were heavier, all eyes on her every move and decisions since the starting point of her life. Perfect- her parents wanted her to be perfect, at least perfect in their eyes. It was more than a handful for her to take at times. She considered herself an obedient child yet rebellious, wild and difficult. All of which an effect of the stress she grew up enduring. But that was life. Her life.

Bella's grip on her cup of coffee fastened. Cissy placed her hands on her sister's and asked softly, "Is everything alright?" Not waiting for an answer from her, she asked again "Anything that want to talk about?" Silence from Bella. Before her lips begin to moved again, Bella replied angrily "There is nothing to talk about". She just lost it, yelling at her sister wasn't something that she would normally do. Almost instantly, she stood up and threw the cup on the ground, shattering it into bits and pieces- just the way her heart would feel soon on or later.

A guy's voice from the other end of the table drifted through the crowd "Lady! What's your problem!!" She glared at his direction for 3 seconds before taking her eyes off the object she decided wasn't worth cursing and storm off knowing that soon a prefect would stop her for an explanation of her compulsive action. Everyone else just stared at her, whispering to each other as she walk pass them. She was not surprise by their actions.

It was just Bellatrix Black. An impression- she would effortlessly unintentionally make, everywhere she went.