Bellatrix Black
Year 3 - A week after it started.

3a.m. - She stared blankly outside the window. Nothing much could be seen from her view. It was black outside except lited up lights to brighten that small spot under it. She stood there with Foe, her fat cat, on her hands, stoned, almost like a painting on the wall. Insomnia seems to have infested into her blood system. Or maybe it’s the coffee she had consumed after dinner.

Not a sound was heard as the Slytherin dungeons had been evacuated not long after Bella came in. She just couldn’t sleep. There were many, many things going through her mind. It went from her worries, responsibilities, pressures, concerns, to the fact that she is going to celebrate her birthday in less than a month from now - and to whether she still wants to keep her long black wavy hair or cut it real short like she had planned - and to Jack. Her thoughts stop there. At Jack. There’s just something about him. Something that she couldn’t figure out what it was. The kind of different feeling that stranger gave her that she has not encountered before. His blue eyes, tall and good frame body, the scar on his face… her thoughts trail of to the 'little time' they speed together, a few days back. That’s it! Bellatrix Black! STOP thinking too much. She decided to put a halt to her thoughts before it brought her further down the road that most probably leads to nowhere.

Indeed, being a Slytherin does not exactly make her a very power-striving kind of person with connections everywhere. Nor does she need to be calculative or all that a Slytherin is perceive to be. All she is - is just plain rude, confrontational and aggressive. Along with too much spice of ego, hot tempered and don’t-give-a-damn kind of attitude ingredient that perfects Bella. Naturally being emotional too although still trying her very best to control them. Her very un-likable attitude is already famous among people that knows of her existence and suprisingly, she is disturbed her by it. To add things up, she finally concluded that the extremely minority people that actually liked her was because they didn't know her well enough.


It’s times like this that she misses those long walks, watching the beautiful sunset from the hill. Bella close her eyes for about a minute trying to ‘feel’ the still air in the dungeons as though she was feeling the soft breeze on the hill.
*sigh*