Post by bell on Jul 24, 2009 21:17:00 GMT -5
"Hello there deary-"
Bellatrix entered Borgin and Burkes, glancing around at the dark heirlooms and menacing items. She just laughed as the clerk stared at her in disbelief.
"Surprised I'm here? You 'ought to be you filth. My Lord has returned, and slowly so are this most loyal!" She proclaimed proudly.
"If you dare wish to come back to us I'd do it now. If not..." Barked Bellatrix, but then her voice changed into a menacingly sweet, gentle, deadly sound, "I'll have to... Kill you!" A cackle left her lips as she sharply turned around and strolled out of the shop. Her ever so famous smirk laid upon her lips.
In her tall heeled black boots and her Gothic attire, Bellatrix Lestrange, the most loyal of all Death Eaters, spread her wings and was out on a mission for the Dark Lord: Gather the Knockturn Alley support.
Marching into every shop, menacing stares at many key people... Knockturn Alley soon was buzzing with talk about the Dark Lord's Death Eaters reappearing.
It was no joke when Bellatrix Lestrange entered a room. Her skull-face and pale skin was a reminder of Azkaban. She was out for revenge. She was thirsty for blood. Her Dark Mark burned with pride.
A few other cloaked figures followed her into an alley. Many people watched, thinking that this woman was not aware. In reality, Bellatrix was aware. A small meeting was being held. Nothing important but a roll call of older and newer soldiers for the cause.
walking down the alley some ways, she stops, about-faces, and smirks at them all. Then in a flash her wand is out, silence spells are sent soaring, and all their hoods and anything else covering their heads or faces knocked off. She cackled and half-danced while her wand still in the air.
"Present the Mark! Present the Mark! Now!" Bellowed the insane witch. She watched as the older ones merely lifted up their sleeves, revealing the Dark Mark, while the newer members were a bit sheepish... More shocked at the serious, yet should-be-comical act of this female Death Eater.
"Come on now, up-up! Don't make me force your sleeves up, I'm not gentle."
Examining all the Marks carefully, a few fresh members still were unsure.
"I said up!" Her hand went over all their sleeves in general, flinging their cloak-sleeves up with a force. Some almost fell over, their faces plastered with shock and fear. She cackled.
"Dearies! Good Lads! Now that wasn't hard, was it?"
She smiled, and said with a harsh tone, "When I command you, you act forth!"
Watching her comrades closely, she paced in front of them, half marching.
"I summoned you all here for a reason. Our Dark Lord wished for us to be brief, and to not be afraid of meeting in the open! You are important to the cause, every last one of you! Dare beseech his wisdom and I shall cut you. Dare question a command and I shall break you. Dare think twice about us and I shall personally slaughter you as slow and painfully as possible. We are strong. We are intelligent. We are Death Eaters! Long Live the Dark Lord!"
Everyone else chanted back, Long Live the Dark Lord!
"Good, good, good! Now let us move to Borgin and Burkes where we shall be graciously accepted to carry out this meeting. More may show up, as our Lord has planned this for any newcomers, interested, and other members to meet with us. Also..."
She hesitated, and then cackled while talking and walking
"You'll see loves! You'll see!"
She took them to a back-alley route to Borgin and Burkes, into a back door known only to a few. The door creaked open and the dusty shop soon was filled with cloaked figures. The owners walked out in disbelief. The one bellowed out He's back?! while the reply was a subtle cackle from Bellatrix.
She flicked her wand, summoned a chair, and sat down, crossing a leg over the other, staring intimidatingly at her comrades.
So it begins.
Bellatrix entered Borgin and Burkes, glancing around at the dark heirlooms and menacing items. She just laughed as the clerk stared at her in disbelief.
"Surprised I'm here? You 'ought to be you filth. My Lord has returned, and slowly so are this most loyal!" She proclaimed proudly.
"If you dare wish to come back to us I'd do it now. If not..." Barked Bellatrix, but then her voice changed into a menacingly sweet, gentle, deadly sound, "I'll have to... Kill you!" A cackle left her lips as she sharply turned around and strolled out of the shop. Her ever so famous smirk laid upon her lips.
In her tall heeled black boots and her Gothic attire, Bellatrix Lestrange, the most loyal of all Death Eaters, spread her wings and was out on a mission for the Dark Lord: Gather the Knockturn Alley support.
Marching into every shop, menacing stares at many key people... Knockturn Alley soon was buzzing with talk about the Dark Lord's Death Eaters reappearing.
It was no joke when Bellatrix Lestrange entered a room. Her skull-face and pale skin was a reminder of Azkaban. She was out for revenge. She was thirsty for blood. Her Dark Mark burned with pride.
A few other cloaked figures followed her into an alley. Many people watched, thinking that this woman was not aware. In reality, Bellatrix was aware. A small meeting was being held. Nothing important but a roll call of older and newer soldiers for the cause.
walking down the alley some ways, she stops, about-faces, and smirks at them all. Then in a flash her wand is out, silence spells are sent soaring, and all their hoods and anything else covering their heads or faces knocked off. She cackled and half-danced while her wand still in the air.
"Present the Mark! Present the Mark! Now!" Bellowed the insane witch. She watched as the older ones merely lifted up their sleeves, revealing the Dark Mark, while the newer members were a bit sheepish... More shocked at the serious, yet should-be-comical act of this female Death Eater.
"Come on now, up-up! Don't make me force your sleeves up, I'm not gentle."
Examining all the Marks carefully, a few fresh members still were unsure.
"I said up!" Her hand went over all their sleeves in general, flinging their cloak-sleeves up with a force. Some almost fell over, their faces plastered with shock and fear. She cackled.
"Dearies! Good Lads! Now that wasn't hard, was it?"
She smiled, and said with a harsh tone, "When I command you, you act forth!"
Watching her comrades closely, she paced in front of them, half marching.
"I summoned you all here for a reason. Our Dark Lord wished for us to be brief, and to not be afraid of meeting in the open! You are important to the cause, every last one of you! Dare beseech his wisdom and I shall cut you. Dare question a command and I shall break you. Dare think twice about us and I shall personally slaughter you as slow and painfully as possible. We are strong. We are intelligent. We are Death Eaters! Long Live the Dark Lord!"
Everyone else chanted back, Long Live the Dark Lord!
"Good, good, good! Now let us move to Borgin and Burkes where we shall be graciously accepted to carry out this meeting. More may show up, as our Lord has planned this for any newcomers, interested, and other members to meet with us. Also..."
She hesitated, and then cackled while talking and walking
"You'll see loves! You'll see!"
She took them to a back-alley route to Borgin and Burkes, into a back door known only to a few. The door creaked open and the dusty shop soon was filled with cloaked figures. The owners walked out in disbelief. The one bellowed out He's back?! while the reply was a subtle cackle from Bellatrix.
She flicked her wand, summoned a chair, and sat down, crossing a leg over the other, staring intimidatingly at her comrades.
So it begins.
