Childish yet fun {Open}

[bellatrix elladora lestrange]

Bellatrix Lestrange hadn't always been a murderer. Nor had she always been a Lestrange. There was once a time when she had been Bellatrix Black, a teenage Slytherin untainted by the Dark Lord's influence, naive with worries only for who won the house cup and the next Slytherin quidditch match. However, she had never been a saint. She had always been a bully; taunting the younger students, getting into impromptu duels and making a nuisance of herself. The teachers had generally found her intolerable as she would make her boredom in classes known only too happily.

There was one particular being she had found exceedingly fun to traumatize. She was already very sensitive and she had found out exactly how to push her buttons without even intending to. Yes, Moaning Myrtle always been the highlight of Bella's trips to the girl's bathroom. All that was needed was a malicious word or two and the ghost girl would wail like a baby. If she really went for the jugular, she could guarantee that the bathroom would be out of order the next day.

It was well over twenty years since she had last seen the spectacled specter but since control of the wizarding world had been achieved, Bella could waltz right into Hogwarts whenever she pleased. And that was just what she had done. It was almost exactly as it had been on her last day. She hadn't thought of paying the ghost girl a visit until she had reached the second floor, making sure to intimidate a few students that happened to have been on the staircase as she passed, the look of terror in their eyes sending her into fits of demented giggles.

Of course the second she had set foot into the bathroom (thankfully finding it empty), she had sought out the miserable ghost and observed her reaction with glee as recognition settled in.

A matter of minutes later, after several vicious and unprovoked comments from Bellatrix, the ghost girl was beside herself. It had never taken that long to wind her up, short lived as the taunting was, it was still delightfully entertaining to the middle-aged witch. Between her own shrieks of wicked laughter, the sound of Myrtle's distraught squeals and the loud splash as she dove down the nearest toilet, Bella was only faintly aware of the sound of someone else entering the room.

[tegan dienna malfoy]

School was perhaps the dullest part of Tegan's life. Like every other student in the school she loathed it, even now that all the mudbloods and inferiors had gone. It hadn't really been these people that had made school terrible, she had to admit to herself, but they definitely didn't help matters. At least now she felt like she could study in peace without being infected by their inferiority. She knew that her family had helped to bring about this wonderful new era at Hogwarts and she strolled the corridors with pride. After all, what better Hogwarts than one free of such filth? Saying this, the workload was still the same and it was still as boring as it ever had been, sitting around, listening to droning teachers, doing essays- or getting the littlies to do them.

She sighed heavily as she sat in class waiting for the teacher to finish the lesson up. It seemed to take forever- she'd been in there for 20 minutes, wasn't that enough of her time? What more did they want from her? It took far too long before she could grab her bag, sling it over her shoulder and make her way out of the room with her friends. They were chattering on about something but she just led the way through the corridors, ignoring virtually everything that was being said behind her. All she wanted to do now was get to lunch and call Stephen over from the Ravenclaw table to come and sit with her. She felt it only right, considering that she had left her friends the day before to sit at his table.

As she was walking along, though, she caught sight of her shadow and noticed that her hair was somewhat messier than it had been that morning. This was not right. Not at all. She couldn't go to lunch like this; not only would everyone else see her, but so would Stephen, and she didn't want to give him the opportunity to comment on it. She'd rather look perfect straight off the bat and get on with the conversation than him asking what had happened to the usually pristine condition of the infamous Malfoy-hair? She'd not told her father about that one but she had been reeling for a day or two.

"I'll catch up with you later," she told the others, who she left before they could tag along with her. Sometimes she just wanted her own space. She didn't want them all crowding around her as she stood in front of the mirror to do her hair. As she approached the bathroom, however, she heard some peculiarly loud noises emerging from it- Myrtle was loud, but never this loud. She supposed someone must have wound her up and she was having one of her tantrums, just an exceptionally intense one. Personally, Tegan didn't care. The ghost was...well...a ghost. She was dead. Who was she to waste her own time stooping so low as to even acknowledge her presence?

She made her way into the bathroom and stopped immediately at the sight of a woman, with a rather large mass of black hair. The woman had clearly been in the process of taunting the ghost and Tegan raised her eyebrow when she realised who it was. Not long ago, in fact during the holidays, she had met her aunt, Bellatrix, for the first time. The meeting had been surreal, to say the least. The fact that Bellatrix had never even held her as a baby, due to being a million miles away in Azkaban prison, had given Tegan a detachment that Draco didn't have- he assumed that, since Bella had seen him for a year or so, they had a bond. Thankfully, it had all gone rather well, if a little oddly. The two hadn't had any fights or arguments which, according to her mother, meant that the woman liked her.

"Hello Auntie," she commented quietly, a small smirk forming on her features to accompany the raised eyebrow. "I didn't know they were making you retake your subjects," she added teasingly, as she made her way over to the sink, placed her bag on top of it and took out her brush to sort out the slightly tangled mess of blonde hair. "Was Myrtle bothering you? Or, more likely, were you bothering her? Not that I mind particularly if you were..."

[bellatrix elladora lestrange]

Bella whipped around suddenly at the additional voice, her wand held threateningly in Tegan's direction as though she had thought she was about to attack her. There was a pause of a few seconds before she decided it would be alright to lower her wand. The middle-aged witch found it very difficult to acquaint herself with the idea of Tegan. She had held Draco, she had seen her sister carry him and so to suddenly have discovered she had a niece too, whom she had seen nothing of her childhood or how she had come to exist, she found a little difficult to grasp properly.

Her features narrowed into a scowl at the biting sarcasm that tumbled from the girl's mouth; it was hard to dispute relation when the sarcasm in itself could prove testament to relation without needing to see the blonde hair. Not that Bella doubted she was her niece at all, merely found it difficult to accept. "Your mother might have done better than me in most of her NEWTs but I didn't exactly get Trolls either. I had better things to do in my last year than study." She sneered at the idea and watched with mild scrutiny as the teenager dealt with her hair.

"As for Myrtle - what's it to you? Perhaps your mother requested I come and keep an eye on you but don't worry, I'm sure your friends won't be embarrassed. I am after all your infamous dear Aunt Bellatrix." She had in fact, not come to spy on her niece and nephew but she could at least make the girl a little worried if she decided to be.

[tegan dienna malfoy]

Tegan smirked a little at her aunt's response and glanced at her. She shrugged and replied honestly, in a very genuine tone, though her answer surprised even her. "I'm not embarrassed by you, Auntie," she told her, raising an eyebrow. "So it would be pointless trying to threaten me with that. I actually think it's pretty cool to have you for a relative. I mean, the Dark Lord's most devoted- how anyone can be embarrassed by that is beyond me," she replied. She knew it was a little selfish, of course, since it was using her Aunt's fame to inspire fear in others, but it was useful.

She finished her hair and turned to go but decided she might as well stay to chat. After all, it wasn't often she got the chance to speak to the woman and, in an odd way, she did admire her. She admired her bold spirit but she also thought that Bellatrix Lestrange could be a lot more ladylike, like her mother, Narcissa. "It doesn't matter to me what you were doing taunting Myrtle, by the way. It's nothing to me. I just thought it might be fun to join in. If you've not got someone living to annoy, might as well start on the dead."

[bellatrix elladora lestrange]

So she had yet to embarrass the girl? Well, it was probably the best reply she could have gotten; having heard anything along the lines of her being a point of amusement for others would only have made her temper flare up and thus it would certainly not have been worth any satisfaction of bringing humiliation to Tegan's door. "Pity..."[/color] she remarked with a sneer. In response to the... Well, it was a compliment in her eyes, she shifted awkwardly. She certainly wouldn't deny it - modesty wasn't in her vocabulary - but she had difficulty handling compliments from someone she didn't consider completely her equal.

Sticking her nose in the air a little, she gave her niece a discerning look out of the corner of her eyes as if deciding whether she was going to 'like' her today or 'dislike' her. As a rule, Bella generally disliked the entirety of her own sex - Narcissa excluded because she didn't really count as a female, she just... existed... asexually speaking, in Bella's mind. A niece (other than the one she would very much like to hang, draw and quarter) was something she had yet to fully accept or understand. It was easy with Draco because he was a boy. Had she ever had children, she would certainly have favored the boys to the girls. "Who said I was offering for anyone to join in?"[/color] she asked, quirking an eyebrow while keeping a completely straight face.

[tegan dienna malfoy]

"Whatever," Tegan replied nonchalantly, with a shrug as she continued checking her hair in the mirror. Since she was in here anyway she decided to fix her make up and took out a little bag, containing a few little bits. She wanted to make sure she looked good enough for Stephen, even though she wasn't with him yet- that was the thing, if she didn't look good enough, he wouldn't want to be with her. Besides, she had a standard to set. If she didn't look perfect, she'd lose her reputation and she'd worked hard to keep it blemishless, especially in the current situation. She was having a ball recently, with the removal of mudbloods and traitors and the like. It was the perfect climate for her to really shine.

"There's a few choice words that would really wind her up though, if you feel like some emotional torture," she continued, with a raised eyebrow through the mirror. She didn't care much if her Aunt wanted to or not but she, personally, enjoyed making snide remarks and comments to the ghosts, though the Baron was obviously avoided at all costs. It was even better when she watched someone like Bellatrix doing so, though, since the woman was a pro at mental torture. "If you'd like to, of course," she added, imitating her mother's seemingly carefree tone.

[bellatrix elladora lestrange]

Tegan was no Narcissa, that much Bella was sure. Or at least, she thought that was the case. The difference in relationship was bound to have some sort of effect. Bella stifled a snort of laughter; did the girl think she had not dealt with Myrtle before? Had she been at school with Myrtle when the ghost girl was a living being, Bella would most likely have driven the overemotional teenage girl to the point of suicide rather than being mysteriously killed in a bathroom. The simple fact that she had died in a bathroom only amused Bella further.

"I know perfectly well what to say to that obnoxious sniveling specter to make her flip her lid. Or rather the lid of the toilet seat." It was often that the ghost girl would throw a tantrum and flood the bathroom with a spectacular dive down the u-bend and Bella was sure that it was no different even thirty years after her school days. Without warning, Bella swept over to her niece to stand behind her, staring at her in the mirror. Perhaps she wasn't so different from Narcissa... Bella was convinced her younger sister had primped and preened enough for the whole Slytherin house when they were at school. Then again, Bella did have a way of exaggerating things in her head.