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Maxilocks · 02-28-2009, 02:27 PM

Onyx :: The Blackest Winter

100 for Evan Rosier/ Bellatrix Black <3

For Rishi. Because you messed up everything.

Finished :: 10th March, 2009

{ To Do List }

1. Herbology
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

~~Pink~~ = Done

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The Beginning of the Beginning
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.

Maxilocks · 03-07-2009, 05:31 AM

Like Chocolate
Theme # 92: Chocolate

Whatever other differences they might have, all the Slytherins agreed on one thing:

Nott was a little too zealous about his new, Ravenclaw girlfriend. [It was not like Nott to really fall in love more than once every gazillion years; but, once he did fall, he fell so hard, you wanted to poke him in the eye and yell "CUT IT OUT ALREADY!"]

This moment, for instance, Nott could not stop rambling on about her to Evan, who was dead-sleepy.

"I just can't describe her," he gushed. "She's like -"

"- Chocolate," Evan said. "Bellatrix Black is like chocolate."

Maxilocks · 03-07-2009, 05:35 AM

Twelve AM: Midnight.
Theme # 90: Present

The duel.

“Nice to know you could make it, Black.”

Rising from his seat, Evan knew it was twelve. Sharp. For a moment, Bellatrix looked taken aback. But, even in the semi-darkness, he saw her grip on her wand tighten.

“Glad to know you had the foolish guts to be present, Rosier.”

He could see that look in her eyes, that burning look that made him forget everything else. But not tonight. He couldn’t afford feeling for her, tonight.

“We’ll see who’s the fool once this duel is over.” Indifference his expression, Evan took his bow.

Maxilocks · 03-07-2009, 05:44 AM

A Love Repressed
Theme # 89: Past

Sometimes, no matter how sweet the memories, you cannot afford to think about the past.

And, sometimes, the sweetness itself is the reason you cannot. Think about the past, that is.

He could still look so handsome. She was seeing him after three months, today, and only because the Dark Lord's instructions detailed this meeting. Bellatrix Lestrange responded to Evan Rosier's questions, as she laid out the plan.

"Do you get that?" she asked, stowing away the parchments. Evan nodded.

Five minutes later, he had left.

She didn't know when - and if - she would see him again.

Maxilocks · 03-07-2009, 06:02 AM

Ever Considered Yodelling?
Theme # 75: Yodel

"Rosier?"

He turned, clearly stunned. Bellatrix Black stood behind him, arms folded.

The last time he had seen her, she had been walking out of his house after having seen the interior of his bedroom.

The memory made his eyes lower themselves, again. What must she think of me.

"Yes, Bella?" he said quietly.

"Please don't tell me you yodel."

He looked up, fast. "What?"

"You always find the worst things to shock me with, so this wouldn't really come as a surprise, you telling me you yodel," she explained.

And then she threw herself into his arms.

Maxilocks · 03-07-2009, 06:09 AM

Burning Low
Theme # 45: Torch

The torches had burnt low, now. It was late into the night, and bitterly cold at that, and everyone was fast asleep in their dormitories.

Everyone except Bellatrix Black.

She sat in the empty common room, a tall, steaming mug of coffee cupped in her hands. Her cheeks were white with cold, her bare shoulders glacial.

And yet she sat, and waited.

Waited for Evan and his friends - who had broken curfew and sneaked out of the castle [again] - to be back, so that she could see how he looked with his hair windswept, and snow all over his face.

Maxilocks · 03-10-2009, 02:22 AM

This is an Inverted Answer, Thank You
Theme # 79: Author’s Choice

“You there – Black. Wait up. BLACK!”

Bellatrix who, despite having heard the shouts, had refused to bother to look around, realized she could no longer ignore Evan Rosier – nearly everyone in the corridor was now staring her way, their eyes expectant.

With a grunt, Bellatrix stopped. Evan caught up, for once wearing a highly displeased expression, instead of his usual, I-am-so-cool-I-know-you-want-to-marry-me-this-instant one.

“Yes?” she asked curtly.

“Are you and Crosket going out?” Evan asked, getting straight to the point.

They weren’t.

Bellatrix replied with a “yes,” anyway.

Maxilocks · 03-10-2009, 02:24 AM

That’s There in That Oaf
Theme # 76: Zap

The way Evan’s face slackened, you’d think his Christmas dinner had walked out on him. Or his three-storey mansion had disapparated to North of God-knows-where with a tiny, zapping noise.

“What the heck are you dating him for?” Evan asked scathingly, while the cogwheels in his mind went whirl-whirl-whirl in all directions, as they churned forth plans to get rid of a certain blonde-haired, blue-eyed Ravenclaw. “What’s there in that oaf, anyway?”

“The courage to let me know he loves me, unlike some other people,” Bellatrix answered, her voice haughty.

Maxilocks · 03-10-2009, 02:25 AM

Burying All the Memories
Theme # 68: Roar

“Evan –”

“NO!” Evan roared. Bellatrix took a shaken step back, almost as if afraid.

– Afraid of Evan Rosier.

“Don’t you get what those people can do, Bella?” he was now saying, the fury draining off like water from a cracked pipe. “How can you just tell the Dark Lord you want to join this expedition? You’re sixteen, not –”

“Evan, please,” she said desperately. “You needn’t worr – Evan – oh, God, Evan, we were over so long ago. Stop making me think you still CARE.”

Tears of anger leaking down her cheeks, she stormed off, leaving a shocked Evan behind.

Maxilocks · 03-10-2009, 02:26 AM

Oh-so-NOT-Handsome
Theme # 50: Boggart

Evening. Rain. Party in the common room.

All reasons to enjoy herself. Which Bellatrix Black was not. Enjoying herself, I mean.

Because Diana sat next to her, a glass of juice in her hands, and never-ending praises of the oh-so-NOT-handsome Evan Rosier on her lips. Never-ending praises Bellatrix was now thoroughly tired of, that is.

So when Diana went, “But he is so cute, Bell. Why don’t you like him?” Bellatrix could not help saying, most dispassionately:

“Because he's what my boggart looks like when I am through with it, that’s why.”

Maxilocks · 03-10-2009, 02:28 AM

A B && An R
Theme # 23: Telescope

The new shop that had sprouted up in Diagon Alley was a delight for a lot of the kids that flocked to the place. It offered all sorts of curious services, a lot of which were the result of very simple, in-daily-use charms that you wouldn't have thought of using the way the shop used them.

It was one of the first places the twelve year old Bellatrix visited, that summer. Reason?

To avail the nifty, “get-your–initials–engraved–in–your-belongings” offer, and have her huge, new telescope marked with a B and an R.

Maxilocks · 03-10-2009, 02:30 AM

Sniggers and Yawns
Theme # 65: Ooze

“WHAT YOU HAVE DONE TO MY ROBES, YOU FOOLS?”

The entire class looked up to see Bellatrix Black shouting her head off at the pair of Evan Rosier and Avery Regent, both of whom had just watched their cauldrons burst into flames [again], and cause a sticky, greenish substance to ooze down the stone floor of the classroom – and across the hem of Bellatrix Black’s spotless robes.

“You wait till the Professor comes back,” Bellatrix screamed. “If I don’t have both of you thrown out of the classroom for this –”

Yawning widely, Evan left.

Avery sniggered, following suit.

Maxilocks · 03-10-2009, 02:31 AM

What Mother Says
Theme # 97: Dictionary

“Rosier, stop it!”

“But, Black, I’m telling you the truth,” Evan said mischievously. He loved it when he said something that completely got to her, and made her mad enough to shout at him when he knew she wanted to laugh, or roll her eyes, or stick his tongue out at him, the way she sometimes stuck it out at Diana.

“GO AWAY.”

“But my mother really likes think you’d make a wonderful wife for me,” Evan insisted.

A second later he was ducking, as the fattest dictionary he had ever seen was hurled his way, and hard.

Maxilocks · 03-10-2009, 02:41 AM

Quite Similar, No?
Theme # 52: Bore

THWACK.

Evan Rosier wiped snow off his face, grinning up at Nott. "I wonder why I see you upside-down," he said, laughing as Nott whacked another snowball into his face.

"Come on, Evan, it's going to be fun," Nott insisted, trying to get him to join their [ferocious] snowball fight. Evan shook his head, as if bored by the prospect, turning to bury his face in the whitish snow. Which, for some reason, refused to feel cold.

Maybe because he was thinking of fires, and roasted turkey, and how similar the scents of chocolate and Bellatrix Black were.

Maxilocks · 03-10-2009, 02:50 AM

The Only Pleasant Thing
Theme # 44: Ford Anglia

For as long as she could remember, Bellatrix had hated the entrance to the Grand Cloth Market.

Other wizards or witches might not notice the muggles milling outside it; or the broken Ford Anglia standing a little way off; or the idiocy of everyone who didn't realize that people disappeared into a brick wall, under their very noses.

Bellatrix noticed.

She noticed the muggles, and their folly, and the Ford Anglia, and she hated it. All of it.

The only thing that made the entry into her favourite cloth market a little more bearable was thinking. Of Evan Rosier.

Maxilocks · 03-10-2009, 03:28 AM

Six in the Evening: Detention
Theme # 71: Untie

He could not believe this.

Detention. Detention, at six in the evening, when ALL OF HOGWARTS WAS WATCHING THE FINAL MATCH BETWEEN SLYTHERIN AND RAVENCLAW.

Evan Rosier sweated as he untied the many rolls of parchments scattered throughout the broom cupboard, cursing luxuriously under his breath.

"ROSIER!"

He looked up, wiping sweat off his brow as he exited the once-cramped-with-tied-up-rolls-of-parchment broom cupboard, which was now completely orderly, with the rolls untied, and the parchments flattened, and stacked, one over the other, in big, spacious boxes.

- Only to see Bellatrix Black running towards him.

Maxilocks · 03-10-2009, 03:42 AM

[[ Uh-oh ]]
Theme # 60: Joke

Yes. Bellatrix Black was running towards him, her wild cascade of hair loose and flying everywhere. All over her face, anyway.

Impulsively, Evan took a step backwards.

What was this, some sort of scary joke? Sure, she looked good, but this - this was NOT good. At all. He knew she was mad, really mad, that he had gotten himself banned from the last match, THE match, of the season, but he hadn't really considered the possibility that she might come to attack him, first thing after the match was over.

"Black, what are you doing?" he asked, eyes wide.

Maxilocks · 03-10-2009, 03:58 AM

The [Very] Unexpected
Theme # 63: Mooch

Two things were clear:

He was a useless moocher - as she had so strongly let him know on hearing he wouldn't be playing today - who [according to Bellatrix] did nothing except take credit for the rest of the team's hard work.

She was either extremely excited, or extremely angry.

- Or both.

But when Bellatrix Black spoke, she said what Evan Rosier had not at all expected. [Maybe because he had been too busy contemplating all the wild things she could do to him, like push him off the edge of the Astronomy Tower.]

"ROSIER, WE WON THE CUP."

Maxilocks · 03-10-2009, 04:17 AM

She Knows Your Thoughts, You Know
Theme # 62: Lope

The first thing that floated - in a strange, fluffy, Merlin-this-is-awesome sort of way - into his mind, then, was this:

Eat her face.

The second was:
Must. Eat. Face.

Bellatrix slowed down, falling into a lope before coming to a halt - incidentally, a good distance away from him.

"We won!" she repeated, her coal-like eyes [darn, why were they so enticing?] even huger than usual, the beads of sweat shining across her forehead symbolic of the tough and heated match she was just returning from.

"Err - that's good-?" Evan attempted.

Bellatrix gave him a look.

"Idiot."

Maxilocks · 03-10-2009, 04:26 AM

Oops! He Did it Again!
Theme # 48: Leprechaun

Must. Eat. Face.

Okay, so maybe she had just called him an idiot. But did that really matter, especially when his mind kept going Eat it - Eat it - Eat it?

"Um, Black?"

She looked at him, eyebrow raised, as if he was something insistent upon sticking to the sole of her shoe. Or Leprechaun gold, which she loathed since the day he'd slipped some of it into her handbag.

"Yes?"

"We won. Isn't that great?"

"I'm glad because we won, and no one's going to thank you for it," Bellatrix huffed.

"Can I eat your face?"

Maxilocks · 03-10-2009, 04:37 AM

WHAT Did You Say?
Theme # 87: Plaid

"WHAT did you say?"

"Nothing," Evan said. "No - Black - you mishear - OUUCCHHH."

Who said Bellatrix Black hated muggle ways of tackling life? Because, wand completely forgotten, she had just stuck her fist into his face. Hard.

"It's nothing serious, Mr. Rosier. I've had to pull you in for a lot worse, you know."

Sitting on a bed in the hospital wing, Evan let the matron ramble on as she dabbed his eye with something that felt like thick plaid, and smelled like a herb that was most likely inedible.

"How much longer?" he asked, groaning.

The matron sighed.

Maxilocks · 03-10-2009, 04:59 AM

The Punch Sounds Better
Theme # 59: Ignore

Event: Being hit in the face by a crazy, black haired second year.

Deduction: Her hands might look all soft and creamy, but they could definitely be hard as rocks [or stones, or boulders, or -] when something incurred her Majesty's displeasure.

Moral: Never say something you shouldn't be saying, in front of Bellatrix Black.

What to do next: Ignore her.

Consequence: Be ignored in return.

- Which, as Evan Rosier was all too well aware, he could not, would never be able to, handle.

Being punched in the face was better.

At least he got to feel her fist.

Maxilocks · 03-10-2009, 05:11 AM

This Chair Lives Most Displeased
Theme # 49: Yule Ball

"Yule? Why are we having a Yule Ball, instead of the annual ball, this year?"

"Miss Black, if you will kindly stop interrupting me every two seconds, I will be more than happy to explain why -" the clearly frustrated Professor began, but her words were drowned as loud laughter erupted from the far side of the classroom.

"Yes, professor, why are we having a Yule ball, instead of the annual ball, this year?" Evan Rosier was saying, his feminine tones clearly a mock imitation of Bellatrix's.

Second later, Bellatrix had picked up her chair, and hurled it his way.

Maxilocks · 03-10-2009, 05:24 AM

The Black Rose White
Theme # 78: Author's Choice

Milk.

It was milk-white, the gown that flowed down her legs, down to the tip of her glassy, milk-white heels. Evan Rosier felt his breathing complicate itself in strange ways as he saw her, climbing down the stairs that led to the Great Hall's grand entrance.

Black. She always wore black. Black was Bellatrix, her identity, her custom. And seeing her like this, for the first time in so pure a colour, he could not help starting, could not help being unable to look away.

Spellbound, he held out his hand. Without a word, Bellatrix took it.

Maxilocks · 03-10-2009, 05:29 AM

More Powerful
Theme # 67: Quell

She had that flowing, black hair that dreams are made of, where silk and glitter and velvet and shine seem to blend together in a way that makes everything else eternally unremembered. She had those full, red lips that reminded him of black – yes, black, not red – roses; secured, with love, within the very perfumed leaves of a very perfumed book. And she had those eyes, those burning, coal-like, forever-fiery, almond-shaped eyes that spoke of beauty, and of passion.

But none of this quelled, could ever quell, his thirst for her.

It only made it more powerful.

Maxilocks · 03-10-2009, 05:36 AM

Where Love Comes True
Theme # 61: Kiss

There was music in the air.

"I - I've never seen you wear white before," he was saying gently, one arm around her waist.

She looked up at him, her eyes expectant. Of what? Evan's arm, the one around her waist, nearly trembled, seeing that burning look in her eyes, that burning look that was so expectant, tonight.

"Evan?" she said quietly.

- He knew the question in her voice.

"I love you. Bellatrix, I love you."

And then his arms did tremble, tremble as he wrapped them around her, and kissed her like he had never kissed anyone before.

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