What a pleasant surprise.

[Trixier]

Saturday, August 17 1996
11:30 AM

It was such a nice day out. The sun was high in the sky and there was not a cloud in the sky, birds sang and bees buzzed and Bellatrix Lestrange was not at all a happy camper. Keeping a low profile was a difficult thing for her. Her younger sister often commented that the woman tended to want to do rash actions without properly thinking things through.

More than likely she was correct.

Keeping a low profile while going to meetings and trying to change your appearance was extremely difficult. Bella had to keep on the move and in the past few days she had been visiting house from people on the Dark Lord’s side that would aid her, however today she was sick of those people, she wanted to visit her sister and ask her if they would get the whole change of appearance done. After all if she was correct she needed to change her appearance in less than two days.

There was no time, all though Bella despised who she was dressing up as she needed to get it over with. She was certain that she had been avoiding the whole matter for a long time but she could not avoid it any longer. Besides, her sister’s house was a lot better to look at than this old room in which she had slept for the night. Yes, it was better to go to her sister’s house.

With a pop Bellatrix was gone from the old room and appeared in one of the back gardens of the Malfoy Manor. Her sister and her husband had warned her enough times about suddenly appearing; as such Bellatrix opted to always arrive where people would not see her in case Lucius suddenly decided that the press needed a tour of their bloody house.

If worst came to worst she could pretend she was merely a portrait, it wasn't her fault that the wards of the house let her in.

Now, while most people might have thought it prudent to knock on the door Bellatrix merely opened the back door and left herself in, not caring about the fact that her boots were mud covered and that as such she was staining the floor. They were house elves for that. She walked around the Manor taking a look around as she attempted to find where the hell her sister was.

She walked into the library, studies and was just about to go to what she thought would be the bedroom when she heard noise coming from a room that was slightly far off. Now since Bellatrix was looking for her sister she had a right mind to just barge into the room but however as she slowly peeked into the room she realized that the person in the room was a lot younger than she expected but would probably serve for a more interesting evening.

“My, my, my aren’t you the splitting image of your father?”

[Mari]

Draco Malfoy was just off the library in a small room. It was the room he would study in. As a child Draco’s tutors would work with Draco in there, so they had access to the library and so either Lucius or Narcissa could check up on him. The blonde boy was in the room, alone, reading from a book in latin. Lucius thought that spending all summer long engaged in nothing but merriment led to stupidity. His reason, the mudblood Granger, was the smartest girl in their grade and she spent summers studying. Draco tried desperately to fight that logic, but it didn’t work.

So Draco, not enjoying his assignment, sat closer to the window. He stared out for a bit bored by the book he was reading. If he had to study something, why wasn’t it dark arts? The answer was simple; visitors were now frequenting the manor too much. So the only things to study were school appropriate items and languages. And since Draco spent a good portion of the previous day working on his potions assignment for Professor Snape, Draco’s schedule called for language.

Exception of the house elves preparing his lunch and the occasional check in by his tutor, the manor was quiet. His mum was off shopping and having lunch with Lucius, and Lucius was in conference except for his lunch date. Draco was stuck in the manor to study. He wasn’t doing a good job since he was bored of latin already. But Draco wasn’t about to tell the tutor that.

The manor again became quiet once again, and Draco daydreamed a bit. Soon to be playing quidditch, and getting to rub it in the Gryffindor’s faces that he was the son of the Minister of Magic. It was nice to think one would have such power over their foes. He put the book on the table and maliciously rubbed his hands together. His face broadened into an evil smile, followed by a malicious laugh. For once Draco Malfoy would be large and in charge.

Hearing footsteps, he swiped the book from the table and began to look busy. He didn’t turn figuring it was either the tutor or his parents. Both would be very disappointed if he was not engaged in his studies.

“My, my, my aren’t you the spitting image of your father?”

The voice clearly was female and it wasn’t his mother’s sickly sweet voice. Draco knew ministry workers would not just waltz in on him unexpectedly. So with the adrenaline pumping, the fight or flight effect had begun. Draco rushed from up from the chair, taking out his wand and pointing it at the woman. He kept distance between her and him. Draco’s grey eyes narrowed on her, “Suppose you tell me who you are and how did you get into this house?”

Draco had no idea of the woman who stood before him. Or rather he knew her name, not her looks. He had pictured his aunt to be a blonde much like his mother. Her eyes should have been light, not deep set and dark. Since Draco had no clue to the woman’s identity, Draco kept his wand pointed it at her, at the ready.

[Trixier]

This little brat was narrowing his eyes at her? Didn't he know who she was? Hadn't her mother done a good job at showing him to respect his superiors? Obviously not, and while Bellatrix should be annoyed she was actually quite amused at the fact that the blond boy was pointing his wand at her.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, you might want to work on your laughter little boy.” She stated as she took out her wand and pointing it at the boy after tossing her hair out of her eyes. “And you are threatening me? I do wonder can you make it sting?” Bellatrix asked in a low tone as she stepped forward.

When she was close enough she set her hand out and pinched Draco’s cheek smirking. “Aren’t you looking just like your father, pity you did not inherit the good looks from our side of the family.” She said and pinched his cheek slightly harder.

Bellatrix then stepped back and picked up the book that Draco was reading. Latin, while it was an acceptable subject she thought that the boy should be studying much more interesting subjects. Shouldn’t he by now learn some of the basic dark arts? She tossed the book and sat in one of the chairs that were available crossing her legs with her arms on the arm rests as she smirked once again.

“Answering your questions it is not my fault if the wards of the house let me in, should that not be a hint that I’m allowed to come in?” She stated as she played with her wand and then stood up her wand once again pointing at Draco. “You still want to harm me dear boy, do harm me, do try I want to see what you’ve been taught.”

Bella vowed as it was done in proper dueling and then crossed her arms almost as if bored, and clearly not thinking that Draco would be much of a thread. Well in her mind he wasn’t after all what could the boy do with Latin? Throw a book at her? She sneered; oh it could be fun to be a professor at Hogwarts. Even if she had to stand Snape, it could still be fun just to see little kids make a fool out of themselves.

[Mari]

Did she honestly call him little boy? According to her, his laugh needed work. But that was only the thing she did to raise his temper. Spells were the next things she insulted. Draco wanted to make it more than sting; he wished she would cower down. However, one could tell that from her shabby appearance the woman spent time in Azkaban, and you didn’t serve time for misuse of normal spells.

The woman wasn’t scared of his wand because she further taunted him by coming closer. Her hand even managed to pinch him twice, commenting further that he was the spitting image of his father. Her words seemed to make him ill, since every wizard and their mother insisted on saying such dribble.

Draco watched as she picked up his book and looked at it as if it were a joke. Draco wasn’t exactly thrilled with his lessons, but as this woman’s lack of respect for him and his parents grew, so did his contempt grow.

“Answering your questions it is not my fault if the wards of the house let me in, should that not be a hint that I’m allowed to come in? You still want to harm me dear boy, do harm me, do try I want to see what you’ve been taught.”

“The wards aren’t home to let in your scrawny hide. I highly doubt they would allow an uncouth, savage looking woman to reside in their home. They aren’t thrilled with elves crossing the polished floors; don’t think they would care for you.” He smirked, just like his father. Damn he was his father. But what he was surprised was that rather than fighting him she insisted on being hit with a curse. But why? Was her brain that warped from spending time in prison? Draco knew his spells were no match for an ex-con. He even felt she just might try something insane to prove a point. Too bad he didn’t know how to say spells quietly, because those spells were the best to say. She wouldn’t have been able to block them as easily. But all he had was his voice and his multiple languages.

Draco got an idea to show her just how useful a language like latin was. He started to talk in latin, calling her a bitch. Nice way for him to address his aunt, but he knew she was uneducated and wouldn’t know what he was saying. Finally without warning he tacked on the words tarantellegra, a spell. Surely she wouldn’t get hurt, but watching her dance in the den would be quite amusing. He smiled as a jet of light careened towards the taunting brunette. Hopefully in seconds their would be a show.

[Trixier]

Bellatrix laughed at his words, especially when he smirked. “Well you’re in for some history in a bit, I bet.” She commented between laughter. “You see this savage looking woman is in quite good terms with your mother.” She didn’t want to say they were sisters not yet. Let the little boy throw a tantrum because one of his family members actually worked while the rest of them maintained themselves at a nice and safe distance.

When he started speaking in Latin Bellatrix just starred and looked bored. She rolled her eyes afterwards. “No matters were taught I see, don’t you know not to speak in a language when the person in the room doesn’t know it. What a terrible job of raising you they have done.” When she finally heard a spell she blocked it with ease and without uttering a word. The spell hit the book that her nephew had been reading some time ago and mad it dance.

“No good at saying spells without words, God what useless things have they been teaching you?” She said and without warning waved her wand and made daggers fly out in different directions. Hopefully they were close enough to hurt the boy since she didn’t intended for them to actually stab him.

[Mari]

“Well you’re in for some history in a bit, I bet. You see this savage looking woman is in quite good terms with your mother.”

Draco wanted to use physical force to pounce on the woman. How dare she make herself a friend of the family. She wasn’t even in the same league with the Malfoys. She was pure trash. It was a shame his spell bounced off her worthless body. No matter, he would try again. Though her fun was making a book dance something his mother did when he was but a small child. “Interesting, do you play with dollies too?” His voice oozed with sarcasism.

“No good at saying spells without words, God what useless things have they been teaching you?”

Draco had to do a dance of his own as she sent daggers headed his way. Most missed him except for one, which sliced a nice cut on his forearm. Blood seeped out and Draco staggered backwards, until he fell to the floor. He was looking up at her, but damn the bitch was not about to win. He wasn’t about to cave in and through in the towel. Draco tried to do what his tutor showed him once, which was to cast a spell with out words. He didn’t just sit there waiting to be at her mercy. Without standing up, he pointed his wand at her. “Who the hell are you, bitch? I’m giving you one last chance.” In his head, he cried, ‘Expelliarmus’. He hoped he would at least knock the wand out of her hand.

The process gave him enough time to stand up and tie something around his arm. Draco pointed his wand at a glass dish. The stream hit the dish and on impact it broke. Draco glared at her. “That’ll get the house elves calling my parents. You best tell me who you are or ministry officials will be here to take you to Azkaban, where you probably belong.” Draco sneered, did she honestly think the house wasn’t alarmed in case of intruders. Guess she missed judged the Malfoys. Only way out would be for her to tell him she was his aunt, and just maybe he would call off the guards.

((OOC: I have very limited time to post, so excuse crappiness.))

[Trixier]

“Interesting, do you play with dollies too?”

"Live ones? Certainly." Bellatrix said smirking as she rolled her eyes; he had been the one that had chosen the spell not her so she did wonder if he was calling his own spell trash. Silly little boy.

“Who the hell are you, bitch? I’m giving you one last chance.”

Bellatrix felt her wand be knocked out but she quickly picked it up and rolled her eyes at Draco. "My you're not the gentleman your mommy takes pride on." She said as she walked forward to have a closer look at his forearm but of course before she would do that the boy started doing something completely stupid. It was obvious he didn't know who she was because it was easy to see that if Ministry officials found her here they would indeed get his daddy in trouble.

She smirked not at all looking threatened as she continued walking to him and grabbed his arm examining the cut on his arm. Bella chanted a quick healing spell and then looked at him. "Why my dear little Draco that is no way to treat family you know?" She said in a childish tone and grabbed his cheek once more.

"Is that any way to receive your aunt?"