Bellatrix Black
Year 3 - December

“By 6pm! I want it by 6pm.” Bella insists angrily.
“Don’t you give me a row of mistakes.. I don’t want them linked to me.”
Rita Skeeter rolled her eyes. That disturbs her. Rita was indeed not taking her seriously.
“Listen, Rita!” She points at her. “If I don’t get it by SIX, don’t ever show your face in front of me again. I shall not tolerate this anymore. And I do not favor Lucius confronting me once more for this kind of nonsense.”

She could see Rita eyes widen as she mentions Lucius’s name. Rita must have regretted getting caught red handed by Bella while eying on him behind the library door, about a year back. Since then, Bella had used that as a treat on her. It was a free ticket for getting information since Rita had always been pretty resourceful.

Not waiting for Rita’s reply, she walks out of the empty classroom they were in. There are a lot of things that is going through her mind at the moment. The first class for the day did not start well for her as she came in late because she overslept. Her stomach is currently yelling at her to consume food and she is having a migraine. Apart from that, her mind is also clouded by the plan. Time is running out, he is coming and we have to make sure everything is executed perfectly.

She glances at the clock only to realize that she is late for her next class again. She takes a deep breath *sigh* and made a quick left turning at the corner. Before she realizes what happened, her parchments & quills were flying up in the air. And a very firm grip held her arm to stop her from falling. She holds on to the body of the person she bumped into helplessly as she stood up properly. She looks up and gazed into his eyes. He had an attractive pair of electric blue eyes but with lesser color on one side. She blinked and scan quickly at the rest of his face only to recognize the person. Jack? Silence. Her mind went blank until she realizes that she was actually staring at him. She quickly loosens her grip and picks up her belongings on the floor. Jack’s glasses could be seen not far from her quills but it didn’t cross her mind to pick the glasses up for him.

Hastily, she turned and walks off. Halfway down the hallway, she glances back. Jack was still standing at the same spot where they bumped into each other. He was looking at her but this time with his glasses on. She turns and headed off to class.