Bellatrix Cedrella Black

Bella

20

October 15th

Pure Blood

Slytherin

N/E

Lord Voldemort

Walnut and dragon heartstring, 12 & 3/4 inches, unyeilding

Long Black

Dark brown

5' 6"

Thin and athletic

Heavily lidded eyes

Amy Lee

Torturing first years, Rodolphus, Transfiguring her owl into a rat, being pureblood, playing quidditch

James Potter, mudbloods/muggleborns, first years, gryffindors, Potions class

Intelligent, witty, fast reflexes, optimistic towards goals, talented at the dark arts

Slight insanity, supports the dark lord too much, headstrong, doesn't listen, an extreme liking to torture people

She loves Voldemort, cannot stand Rodolphus

the dark lord denying her

Bella's patronus would be a spider, this would be so because they bolth enjoy to 'play with their food before they eat it' if you get what I mean

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Cygnus Black

Druella Roiser

An owl named mipsy

London

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Bella

15

RPG directory

Two toned paws trotted along the cracked and broken street, down memory lane for Song. A silent breeze ruffled her two toned fur as her walk turned into a slow paced trot. Click, click, click the sound of her daggers hitting the worn pavement filled her ears, the chirping of newborn birds joined the clicking. She gazed up at the trees above her and smiled slightly, finally the winter had ended and life has slowly started to return to the ruins of the city. She began concentrating on where she was walking once again.

Song looked around at the ivy covered buildings around her and sighed. She loved the green of springtime plants and the sound of nature finally waking up from its slumber almost like a bear awaking from hibernation. Song shook her two toned coat out and slowed once more. She wanted to see how this part of the town had changed since winter.

The sun broken through the thin cloud cover and the city's temperature instantly changed, but to Song, there was no difference at all. The breeze had kept blowing from when she had awoken this morning 'till now. She hadn't noticed where she was going until she reached the small fast food stand that stood about three blocks away from one of the most depressing places in plentywood, well, at least to Song. She sighed and continued walking.

She turned the corner and there it was, the mental institution. She nodded then kept walking I'm not going to think about it. she told herself as she pushed the heavy metal door open, it complained with a loud squeak from it's rusty hinges. Her daggers clicked loudly on the dirty and cracked tile floors. Instead of ascending the stairs she turned right towards all of the offices, just 'cause she wanted to.

The rooms where much nicer than the ones upstairs. They each had the tables with those box mirrors and a big leather chairs that moved, and a big couch with some dead plant and another puffy chair in the opposite corner from the table. Song walked down to the end of the hallway too one door that was partially open. This room was much bigger than the others, guessing it was the head of the mental institution's office. there was a much bigger table with a thin mirror and a huge puffy leather chair that didn't roll. There was a bigger couch with big puffy chairs on either side of it, and no tipped over dying plant. She giggled and made a running jump for the big couch and dug her face into it, then laid down.

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