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Onyx: The Blackest Winter - Sa13+ http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i9...Maxie/onyx.jpg 100 for Evan Rosier/ Bellatrix Black <3 For Rishi. Because you messed up everything. Finished :: 10th March, 2009 { To Do List } 2. Muggle Studies 3. Transfiguration 4. Ancient Runes 5. Astronomy 6. Divination 7. Care of Magical Creatures 8. Potions 9. Defense Against the Dark Arts 10. Arithmancy 11. History of Magic 12. Charms 13. Quidditch 14. Hogwarts, A History 15. Room 16. Dragonhide gloves 17. Cauldron 18. Whomping Willow 19. Wand 20. Hogsmeade 21. Veela 22. Kneazle 23. Telescope 24. House elf 25. Sorting Hat 26. Quill 27. Owl 28. Timeturner 29. Pensieve 30. Feast 31. Dress robes 32. Common room 33. Classroom 34. Parseltongue 35. Pureblood 36. Muggle 37. Animagus 38. Patronus 39. Duel 40. Spell 41. Thestrals 42. Portraits 43. Headmaster 44. Ford Anglia 45. Torch 46. Dungeon 47. Portkey 48. Leprechaun 49. Yule Ball 50. Boggart 51. Act 52. Bore 53. Chase 54. Dare 55. Egg on 56. Fight 57. Gape 58. Hoot 59. Ignore 60. Joke 61. Kiss 62. Lope 63. Mooch 64. Nap 65. Ooze 66. Pace 67. Quell 68. Roar 69. Slap 70. Team 71. Untie 72. Vex 73. Warn 74. x-tinguish 75. Yodel 76. Zap 77. Cheerful 78. Author's choice 79. Author's Choice 80. Author's Choice 81. Depression 82. Careful 83. Fearful 84. Angry 85. Snappish 86. Daring 87. Plaid 88. Sweet Tooth 89. Past 90. Present 91. Future 92. Chocolate 93. Chicken 94. Allergic 95. Snowball 96. Socks 97. Dictionary 98. Pajamas 99. Newspaper 100. Homework ______________________ Theme # 25: Sorting Hat She had eyes like coals, heavy-lidded and burning. There was something graceful, really graceful, about the manner in which she made her way towards the seat, mid-stage, where the sorting hat sat waiting, brim ruffled. “Who’s that?” a fifth year asked suddenly. “Bellatrix Black. They say she’ll turn out their jewel, the Black’s little pride,” his girlfriend replied, understandably scathingly. “Too tall for an eleven year old,” someone else laughed. Hand on chin, the third year Evan Rosier leaned forward to get a better view of who would, in the coming days, become one of Hogwart’s most passionately admired beauties. |
Theme # 99: Newspaper Theme # 99: Newspaper It was a Sunday, the day after the sorting. Evan rubbed his eyes, eyes that had not slept much in the night – he had been messing around with Gryffindors again. He looked out of a window on his way downstairs. It was early, no later than seven in the morning. He didn’t expect anyone to be awake, and so he went in. Into the great hall. She sat there, reading a newspaper. Too tall for an eleven year old, last night’s words rang into his mind. The burning eyes scarcely glanced up, even as he took a seat besides her. |
Theme # 73: Tones of Warning Theme # 73: Warn “I’m warning you.” “Get out of my way, you –” Unsurprisingly, Evan halted. If the first voice was haughty, the second was haughtier – And he knew both. “What’s going on?” he asked coldly, stepping into the corridor. Bellatrix Black glared at him, arms folded across her chest. Avery Regent, his notorious Slytherin friend, stood in front of her, wand raised. Their group – Evan’s group – was famous for this: for using curses well beyond their years, for scaring the daylights out of first years. But the words were out of his mouth before he could stop them. “Leave her alone, Regent.” |
Theme # 84: Angry Theme # 84: Angry Avery’s eyebrows went up so high, Evan thought they might disappear into his hair. - Evan didn’t care. Bellatrix threw her head back, eyes blazing. “I don’t need you help to deal with a pig-headed third year,” she spat with pride. He felt as if someone had punched him in the face. “If you knew who you were talking with, you’d think twice before babbling, kid,” he snapped in angry tones. It happened before he knew, before he could even close his mouth: her wand flashed red, and he was sprawled on the ground, a gash on his cheek. |
Theme # 86: Daring Theme # 86: Daring “You have to admit – she’s daring.” “Daring? DARING?” Evan half-shouted. “If only she knew what I could have done to her – what I can do to her – she’d be screaming like a baby.” For some reason, Avery wasn’t angry anymore. “Listen, Rosier – she’s the kind of girl we need in our group. That curse she did on you – I wouldn’t expect just any second year to know it.” Evan glared at him, hands clenched around his wand. “She’s going to pay for this, that’s all I have to say. And terribly.” |
Theme # 03: Transfiguration Theme # 03: Transfiguration “Gosh, that guy's – wow.” Diana Roger’s comment made Bellatrix look up from her Transfiguration book. They were by the lake, the surroundings rather crowded. “Who?” she asked lazily. “That one. Hotness supreme,” Diana half swooned. Mildly interested, Bellatrix craned her neck for a better view. She could see the guy’s back, make out the shape of his highly toned physique. His hair fell to the side of his forehead with a strange natural elegance. For some reason, it made her calm, really calm, looking at him. Then he turned, and Bellatrix’s mouth was suddenly hanging open. |
Theme # 85: Snappish Theme # 85: Snappish Rosier. She was staring at Evan Rosier. Diana caught her friend’s expression and – fortunately for Bellatrix – took the disbelief as distaste. “What?” she asked, defensively. “I know you consider all men beneath your awesomeness or whatever, but he’s not that bad, Bell.” With an effort, Bellatrix forced herself to look away. The fringes falling to one side lingered in her mind for a moment, until she shook them away. “He looks like a pile of giant squid fodder,” she said, kicking her spellbook and standing up. “Why so snappish?” Diana asked, ruffled, but Bellatrix had already stormed away. |
Theme # 46: Dungeon Theme # 46: Dungeon She had been alone for most of the day after her little episode with Diana. And yes, Diana was still not able to understand her mood swing. She was walking with her head down, now. For some reason, she felt as if the dungeons were moving while she stood still. “Hey, Black! Want to go on a date with me?” a fifth year called out. Under normal circumstances, she would have punched him. Today, she didn’t. A second later, there was a loud thwack – Bellatrix Black turned to see Evan Rosier’s fist in the fifth year’s face. |
Theme # 7: Care of Magical Creatures Theme # 7: Care of Magical Creatures A ball? Bellatrix Black narrowed her eyes as their Head of House explained about the annual ball that took place after the end-of-year exams, already sure it could never match the standard that the Blacks' grand balls were known throughout the Wizarding World for. "I'm not attending your stupid ball," she said scathingly, swinging her legs off the side of her chair, to leave the Care of Magical Creatures classroom. "I can find a dozen, more pleasurable things to do." "Want to spend the night with me instead, Black?" Evan called from the end of the classroom. |
Theme # 98: Pajama Theme # 98: Pajamas She had been outside, half the night. In the grounds. With Slytherins that, later on, would all become death eaters. But she didn’t know that now. What Bellatrix Black knew, now, was that she was sleepy. Excited, but definitely sleepy. She ran a hand through her cascade of flowing, black hair as she said the password, and made her way into the Slytherin common room. – Only to step back instantaneously. He was there. In the common room. Evan Rosier, jug in hand, pouring himself a glass of water. And even in his pajamas, Bellatrix found, he looked… simply amazing. |
Theme # 93: Chicken Theme # 93: Chicken He knew he was good-looking. Exceptionally so. The number of girls ready to jump off the North Tower, for him, verified that. But Bellatrix Black? What did she have that refused to let him sleep in peace? Even as a first year, she had – in Avery’s words – been “too beautiful for a kid.” And now? It was the Black family beauty – the Blacks were a little too famous for producing handsomeness – that was so evident in her, yes, but there was also something else, something deeper. Taking a bite of his chicken, Evan forced his thoughts off her. |
Theme # 15: Room Theme # 15: Room Bellatrix knew she was breaking curfew [again], but she did not care. Broomstick on shoulder, she sneaked back into the castle, her wristwatch reading two am. It would have been smooth sailing, had she not taken a shortcut. She stepped into the nearest empty classroom - only to feel as if someone was strangling her intestines with cold iron. - Evan Rosier stood near a window, fiercely kissing a blonde Ravenclaw. The couple heard the noise, and broke part. She looked up for a second, and her burning gaze met Evan's. Without a word, Bellatrix lowered her eyes and walked away. |
Theme # 1: Herbology Theme # 1: Herbology "Black?" It was ten minutes to Herbology, and Bellatrix had been pulling on her gloves. She looked around at the voice, and her eyes turned glacial. "What do you want, Rosier?" The scene from last night was burning into her mind - his figure, the darkness, the blonde hair all over his shoulders. She could have almost spat on him. Or cried. She wasn't sure which. "Can we talk? Evan asked, his breathing heavy. For a moment, she was tempted, so very tempted, by the offer. Then she threw her cascade of flowing black hair back. "No," Bellatrix said haughtily. |
Theme # 32: Common room Theme # 32: Common room There had been another bout of snow, in the evening. Almost all the students were outside, bathing in the white-grey fall. Bellatrix Black was an exception. She sat in the Slytherin common room, alone, her head buried into her shoulders. She hated Evan Rosier, she was sure of that. What she could not understand was why, when she loathed him so deeply, was she disturbed by the scene the night before last had shown her. He's popular, isn't he? SUPPOSEDLY handsome, too. Why did I think he wouldn't have a girlfriend? WHAT DID IT MATTER, ANYWAY? |
Theme # 31: Dress robes Theme # 31: Dress robes She had said she would not attend the annual ball. Now Evan couldn’t take his eyes off her, off her silk-like hair; off her blazing eyes that refused to even glance his way; off her flowing, black dress robes. Why had she come? Had she come to make him jealous, as he was so sure she knew he’d be? He knew he didn’t have a chance with her, not because he wasn’t good enough, but because she was too proud to admit she cared for him. He would not have been so hurt if she hadn’t come on Avery's arm. |
Theme # 37: Animagus Theme # 37: Animagus The wind was chilly, tonight. Very, very chilly. Avery yawned, raising his back against the pillow. Which pillow was, incidentally, against a tree. In the grounds. "It's nothing wrong, being an unregistered animagus, Rosier," he half-growled through his yawn. How serious the topic! And still, Evan did not reply. There was a group of make-up freak types checking him out from across the lake - an act that, in the past, would have inflated his already huge ego. Not now, though. Because Bellatrix Black sat, not far away, laughing her head off as she teased a tiny Gryffindor. |
Theme # 19: Wand Theme # 19: Wand “I can’t do it,” Diana moaned. She flicked her wand for the umpteenth time, but nothing happened to the cushions lining the floor of the classroom they were practicing in. “You’re doing it wrong,” Bellatrix yawned. Seated at the room’s back, one leg over the other, she gave her wand a lazy flick. There was a flash of electricity, as her spell tore the cushion into dozens of tiny pieces. “Impressive. Totally beyond a normal first year,” Diana said, eyes wide. Evan, standing in the shadows by the half open door, could not help thinking so, too. |
Theme # 81: Depression Theme # 81: Depression He had never thought he could hate a transferred student this much. The new, French fifth year was tall, and he had that blonde hair that makes a girl look at you. Again. Evan had his own share of crazy females and, seeing how great their number was, anyone would think he need not be jealous of another guy. Not, at least, of the other guy’s looks. It was hard not to be, though, when the whole school whispered about the other guy’s interest in Bellatrix Black. The other guy's interest, and Bellatrix Black's positive response. |
Theme # 70: Team Theme # 70: Team Second year! Bellatrix had been waiting for this year since... well, since the last year. She knew she was excellent at Quidditch, but there had been the silly rule about first years not being able to try out for Quidditch teams. Stupid rule. As she boarded the Hogwarts Express – with kisses from her parents, and half-hugs for Narcissa – her high cheekbones were flushed with red. Diana met her in the corridor, cage in hand. “Guess who’s the new Quidditch captain?” “Who?” Bellatrix asked gaily, all ready to befriend the lucky person the first chance she had. “Evan Rosier.” |
Theme # 72: Vex Theme # 72: Vex Evan Rosier looked thoroughly vexed as the stupid first year demanded he explain why she could not try out for the team. “It’s a rule, and there’s nothing I can do about it. NOW LEAVE,” he shouted. “If I see you –“ He stopped midsentence, his interest suddenly wandering. Completely. Bellatrix Black was walking towards the pitch and joining the line of those trying out, a highly polished, expensive-looking broomstick over her bare, creamy shoulder. “But why?” The annoying first year was persisting unhappily. Not even looking at her, Evan blew his whistle. It was time tryouts commenced. |
Theme # 69: Slap Theme # 69: Slap "Black SCORES!" Bellatrix dived, the wind lashing her dark hair across her cheeks. He should have sped by, Evan, and that had been what he had planned to do. But he could not help looking in the direction she was looking, and he felt as if someone had slapped him when he did. The new French guy everyone talked about, these days - Arnold Crosket, wasn't that his name? - was clapping loudly, his blue eyes never leaving her figure. And Bellatrix, eyes burning, was staring back. There was a loud thud and, a second later, Evan Rosier was spiralling downwards. |
Theme # 13: Quidditch Theme # 13: Quidditch Noise - Plenty, plenty of it everywhere. The quaffle, the excitement, the Quidditch match - Bellatrix had forgotten all of it in one instant. And she was speeding downwards, speeding even as the Headmaster jumped to his feet to make sure Evan's landing was gentle, not one causing any further injury to him. "Is he alright?" "Who thwacked the bludger?" "Why wasn't he looking?" Bellatrix bit her lip, her hair a perfect disorder, as she stared down at an unconscious Evan. What she wanted to do now, she could not help thinking, was to kiss him. Full on the lips. |
Theme # 64: Nap Theme # 64: Nap "Professor, he'll be alright, won't he?" The Slytherin Head of House nodded gently. "Yes, Miss Black. He'll come round, soon. You may wait here, if you like." Wait there? WAIT there? Wait there, for him to wake up, and see the worry on her face, the anxiety in her expressions? Bellatrix was sure beyond all doubts that she would have died before she let that happen. "I think I'll go have a nap, Professor," she said, shaking her head. "I need the rest." The Professor smiled. "Good day, Miss Black." With an effort, Bellatrix nodded back. |
Theme # 4: Ancient Runes Theme # 4: Ancient Runes “I don’t get this at all,” Bellatrix said poking her Ancient Runes assignment with her wand. “I don’t, either,” Diana admitted. “I’m going to ask Evan for help.” Bellatrix’s frame stiffened. “Rosier?” she asked, tones suddenly acidic. Unaware of the abrupt change in her friend, Diana nodded. “Couple of older students told me he’s really good at Ancient Runes,” she said with bright eyes. "You can ask him, too – because, from what I know, no other Slytherin really gets anything above an A in the darned subject.” “Whatever,” Bellatrix said, tearing her homework into pieces. |
Theme # 54: Dare Theme # 54: Dare The fifth-year Slytherin lay, sprawled, on the ground. He was clearly badly bruised, and the group of Slytherins that been rooting him on, was now backing off. “That would teach anyone to think twice before they dare me to a duel,” Bellatrix hissed softly, her burning eyes afire. “Anyone else willing to?” The few Slytherins – all boys who were well-known for their dark arts-inclined reputations – that were still standing nearby scattered. A smirk swept across the third year Bellatrix’s countenance. This was his chance. Hands in pockets, Evan stepped forward. “Room thirty-one at midnight, Black.” |
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