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Post by Destrane Savien on Dec 12, 2007 14:07:19 GMT -5
Destrane paced down the long stone street, black robes flowing around his form. How could she be so egotistical! He throw his hands in the air and grabbed his wand, cursing the first person he saw. This was horrible. A few completed missions, some praise here and there and her ego went soaring. Such a typical Death Eater!
He leaned against a wall as he slowed to a stop, eyes closing as he sighed in frustration.
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Post by Bellatrix Lestrange on Dec 12, 2007 14:49:35 GMT -5
Bella had followed Des silently stalking him through Diagon Alley having seen how he left the mansion in what seemed a fit of anger. Her ucirosity perked and her shedule free for the day she had decided for her own entertainment to follow him.
"Lost Destrane?" She whispered taunting when she came to stand right next to him lips hovering near his ear she was dressed from head to foot in black, sharp boots clicking against the cobblestone streets her hair falling into her face hidden by the shaodw of the dark hood she wore to keep her identiy silent.
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Post by Destrane Savien on Dec 12, 2007 15:02:24 GMT -5
He swung around, ready to punch whoever dared to disturb him. Could they not see the anger he had? Or...the danger they would be in? Apparently not. His eyes glittered cruelly as he gazed into Bella's face.
"What are you doing here, Lestrange?" Bastard much? Destrane did not feel like being polite or showing any respect to his cousin.
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Post by Bellatrix Lestrange on Dec 12, 2007 15:53:08 GMT -5
Bella merely chuckled at him finding his anger deeply amuseing as she brought up a hand to tap his nose in the most patroniseing of manners.
"How cute are you when your angry." She taunted in that sickly baby voice before giving another shrill laugh that caused passers by to turn and stare.
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Post by Destrane Savien on Dec 12, 2007 16:02:34 GMT -5
Destrane hissed through his teeth, muttering a few unpleasant phrases in parsletongue. He did, however, mutter the word 'bitch' under his breath for her to hear.
"I'll show you what's cute," his voice was deadly as his wand came out to point at her face. The boy was a highly skilled duelist and it was clear that he was seriously considering attacking her.
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Post by Bellatrix Lestrange on Dec 20, 2007 12:49:03 GMT -5
Bella gave a loud menaceing chuckle finding his anger severely entertaining. She moved like a lightening bolt her hand jutting out and grasping the wrist holding his hand twisted horribly so his hand was at such an awkward possition there was no way he could use his wand. She knew full well he would remember the time she had broken his wrist when the child dared question her and threaten her when he was much younger he obviously hadn't learnt.
"You forget boy," She chuckled her free hand digging her wand into his chin as she leant inchs infront of him. "I trained you - I know how you hold yourself, I know your weaknesses. You do not want to upset me." She warned darkly seemingly newly unafraid that he was the dark lords son.
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Post by Destrane Savien on Dec 20, 2007 12:52:55 GMT -5
Destrane's eyes flashed coldly. This wans't like when he was younger, however, and he flexed his free hand.
"Crucio!" his voice was hard and cold, speaking in parsletongue as his free hand grabbed her wrist. The magic flowed through him, a technique Gabrielle had shown him. It would allow him to cast magic on an attacker without the use of his wand. He never did it when he spoke in English, however, for he didn't want to let others catch on to his training.
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Post by Bellatrix Lestrange on Dec 20, 2007 13:04:53 GMT -5
A sharp groan lft her lips as her hand clecnhed further around his wrist her whole body erupting in pain. had she not been trained by the dark lord himself she would be a sprawled heap on the floor as she knew Des had aexpected. His curse was but a pinch compared to the dark lords. Her free hand dropped her wand snapping forcefully around his throat not at all afraid to give a harsh squeese and stop his airway refuseing to release her hand until she deemed it nessicary and until he had lifted the curse from her.
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Post by Destrane Savien on Dec 20, 2007 13:08:22 GMT -5
The boy kicked at her, trying to loosen the grip on his neck. Though he didn't think she would kill him, as his father had threatened him many times, it was uncomfortable. He spat the curse again before muttering a spell that would harm them both. Hopefully, it would harm her more as his other curse was also placed on her. True, his curse was not as bad his father's, or Bella's, no one else could beat it.
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Post by Bellatrix Lestrange on Dec 20, 2007 13:11:09 GMT -5
Bella gave a firm groal as he shot another curse at her promptly releaseing her grip on him and stepping back diving for her cast aside wand pointing it directly at him hasving to take every ounce of control not to cast him dead there and then.
"Crucio!" She hissed almost exploading in anger that anger flowing through ehr arm and out ehr wand inbedding into the boy.
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Post by Destrane Savien on Dec 20, 2007 13:20:43 GMT -5
Destrane choked out a gasp of pain, shuddering as it took over his body. He wouldn't scream, he would be beaten if he did. The anger that had consumed him started to disappear and he gazed at her through dark eyes. Falling to his knees, he glared up at her hatefully.
"End the curse," he snarled, his voice shakey.
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Post by Bellatrix Lestrange on Dec 20, 2007 13:23:47 GMT -5
Bella merely smirked down victoriously at the boy.
"I think i'll demand a apology first." She taunted him extending her arm and increaseing the curse as if he were a child again who she would torture until he agreed to behave.
"Come on boy - apologise." She hissed knowing this wasn't about any apology rather his ego.
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Post by Destrane Savien on Dec 20, 2007 13:34:21 GMT -5
Destrane glared up at her.
"Bitch," he snapped, clearly not about to apologize. He would rather pass out from the pain than give in to his cousin. The boy would never hear the end of it, and besides, his father had taught him to never back down, never to give in to an enemy. His expression was that of hate and disdain.
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Post by Bellatrix Lestrange on Dec 20, 2007 13:46:10 GMT -5
Bella merely chuckled finally releaseing the curse from him as she starred down at him with a cruel cackle.
"You allow your emotions to control you. It's weak." She told him simply with a smirk extending a hand to help him to his feet having never been to ahrsh on Des merely thinking it all a game.
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Post by Destrane Savien on Dec 20, 2007 13:48:14 GMT -5
He reached up and used her hand to help himself up. The boy brushed off his robes, frowning at her, in deep thought.
"It's hard not to," Destrane paused and grinned at her, "help me get better at it then." Placing his wand back in the folds of his cloak, the boy tilted his head to smile in amusement.
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