Blah blah blah, the last paragraph of the PM is the only relevant bit before the RP.

If I am graciously allowed to portray Bellatrix, I would like to turn her into the biggest bitch on VH. Unfortunately, from what I have been told by your fellow Deatheaters [via MSN] and read in the forest, this position has already been filled. A certain Ms Rayya Brown currently occupies my desired position. What better way to introduce myself, than by putting her out of commission? *cue eerie music* …

Darkness clung to the trunks of ancient trees like the ever-present moss, indicating a foul presence rather than direction. Two blood red orbs pierced the eternal night and hung, glowing, in midair. Paltry wisps of smoke floated through the brooding atmosphere as a cloaked figure emerged behind the eyes. Tonight was the night. The night the entire world would be alerted to her presence.

Three long years of her life had been stolen from her by the self-righteous. It was time to take back her rightful position, although a few innocent lives would just improve her temperament.

Bellatrix Lestrange was ready to make her mark in the world, written in the blood of children if the need arose. She easily hid her ghastly form from prying eyes, a feat made even easier by her wiry frame. Here, crouched behind a tree, she discovered her first victim. A small, brown-haired girl was gesturing animatedly while her red and gold prefect badge shone dully in the moonlight. This weak child would be easy prey, throwing raw meat to the proverbial lions. The fact that she resembled an overzealous cartoon character spoiling for a fight only added to the flavor. Bellatrix planned to savor this one.

“[i]Too bad I didn’t bring any steak sauce.[/i]” she mused idly.

“Foolish child, you venture into parts unknown, yet were made fully aware of that which resides here. I fear that whatever colorful/shiny object you followed here in your ADD-induced stupor has long since left. Do not worry, girl. You shall be seeing stars before long,” called Bellatrix to announce her presence.

The pathetic fool drew her wand and whirled about, which caused Bellatrix to hug herself with laughter.

“[i]Stupefy![/i]” the girl bellowed.

“My turn!” Bellatrix cackled maniacally as the feeble jet of red light reflected off her ghostly form. She released her shoulders from her grasp and flung her arms outward as a wand slipped casually into each hand.

“[i]Circumvolo![/i]” she stated, matter-of-factly, as she began to hover above the ground and soar around the bewildered child. A great cloud of dust kicked up as Bellatrix flew faster and faster, before the girl was cast to the ground with the force of a tornado.

“W- wh- what. Do. You. Want?” the girl gasped, as the prefect tried to rise to her feet. Bellatrix retched from her characteristic Gryffindor spunk.

Oh how she loved being stuck between the eternal and corporeal planes. Her physical body was still regenerating, her soul (not that she ever had much of one) was stuck between realms, and her heart remained in the land of eternal damnation. This cold, charred and miniscule organ allowed her to draw upon the powers of hell itself; at least for the time being.

She swayed and floated down next to the girl’s shaking form. Rayya lunged at her, as the two rolled around the forest floor in a brief, but intense, cat fight. Bellatrix emerged the victor and sat on the student’s chest.

“What do I want? I want nothing, lest you count the eradication of your entire, disgusting, species. I spent four, long, years dreading the arrival of your traitorous filth in hell. Four years plotting my return. Four, bloody years plotting the day of reckoning. Now it has arrived, and it will be even bloodier than even I imagined,” she explained.

“First, let’s see what goes on in that simple little mind of yours, shall we?” with that, Bellatrix crossed both wands over the girl’s throat, and pressed hard, before raising the wands; followed by a pale, phantasmal representation of Rayya. Another grey figure joined the first: this one was a young boy. Bellatrix watched the angsty teenage soap opera with amusement, as the two figures fumbled about. Then…. Oh, this was good. She was watching the girl’s first kiss.

“YOU HAVE NO RIGH….” Rayya began to yell, before she was cut off.

Bellatrix’s eyes were closed, but when opened they presented a horrid sight: She was crying. Her eyes had changed to the deepest black, and a trickle of blood ran down her cheek. She lashed out, clawing and disfiguring the young student’s face.

“I have no right?! Listen you retched child. It was filth like you who tore me away from my husband. Rest assured, I am not interested in your pathetic melodrama. Sneaking about the forest at night, looking for us? Oh look, now you have a scar. Maybe you [i]can[/i] be the next Harry Potter and save the world,” sneered Bella.

“Actually, I find it rather odd that I don’t know the name of the girl I’m about to kill. Don’t you? Let’s see if we can loosen your tongue,” she mused.

“[i]Crucio![/i]”

“Mmmary S-s-sue!” the girl cried.

“Well, Mary Sue, you seem to have a bit of a messiah complex. I’d imagine you always ‘get the guy’ as well? Since you seemed so eager to save everyone, I think I’ve found a suitable way for you to die. You wish to steal our glory? The Romans had a nice treatment for petty thieves, I’m sure you’ll enjoy it,” she stated simply.

“[i]Insculpo![/i]” chanted Bellatrix, as she pointed her wand at a nearby tree. In a flurry of woodchips, it formed a giant, lowercase ‘t.’

“There we go,” began Bellatrix. “Now, where shall we put you?”

Grabbing the girl by the hair, she cast a spell on the cross and dragged the girl out to the Hogwarts lawn. Here, Bellatrix drove the cross into the fertile soil and nailed Rayya to it. With a parting sneer, she cast the limb twisting hex and watched as the girl’s legs snapped as they struggled against the nails.

Bellatrix Lestrange vanished in a mist, returning to the forest to await her next victim.

((OOC>

Nota Bene: You are not dead, Miss Brown, just grievously wounded. I do not question Madame Pomfrey’s abilities as a healer, but I sincerely doubt that you will be leaving the Hospital Wing for the remainder of this term. I would advise that you refrain from laughing at my comrades for a few weeks, it may lead to more internal bleeding.

Segundo Noticia: As Miss Brown has been kind enough to demonstrate, there is a definite reason why this forest is Forbidden. She requires immediate medical attention, but her wounds are beyond the scope of what a student may handle. A teacher is required to transport her to the hospital wing without killing the girl.

Troisième notification: I feel bad, but I do believe this tree is dying as well. Perhaps Professor Longbottom should come tend to it?

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