I don’t. It’s just not my cup of tea.
How can I enjoy the spoils of life when there’s nobody here to share it with?
"Would I be your sister if I didn’t act as myself?" she smirked. "Anyway I’ll come back in a flash. You…can probably sketch out something. And go enjoy the sun! Well, what little we have of it, at least." Narcissa was always ready to go shopping, and she did want Bellatrix to do something for herself, much as Bellatrix pushed her into starting her own fashion business!
"I suppose not." Bellatrix was pleased Narcissa was enthusiastic about something, but it was unexpected. "Er, alright. I will." She summoned her sketch pad and pencils. She wasn’t about roll around in the sun, though. She didn’t feel like slathering on sun blocking potion.
The truth is painful | @bellatheloyalwarrior
"Ew, no!" she shrieked, putting her hands out. "I don’t need to see you and Rod doing all of…that!” Yes, she still had her vast collection of romance novels, that guilty pleasure of hers.
Once Narcissa saw Bellatrix wince, she immediately became concerned once again. ”Hey, do you need anything? Water? A sedative so you can sleep? I’ll be here for as long as you want me around.” Maybe even longer. The flat she lived in was too lonely. Maybe Bella could stay over sometime?
"I meant the walk through the garden. Why would I bring you or give you photos of us having sex? And people say I’m the crazy one.It’s none of anyone else’s business what we do or don’t do.”
Bellatrix shook her head. “I’m fine, Cissy. I already took the damn thing. It just takes a few minutes to kick in.” Bellatrix sighed. “You came here to visit me. Let’s visit. You can’t have come all this way to just talk about Rodolphus and me.”
Curiosity Kills, Potter |owanaminapotter |WR Verse
"Oh, what a shame, I’m sure the world desperately wants more scum to walk free,” Owana drawled, gripping her wand tightly. The female Death Eater cast fireballs with her wand - Owana managed to deflect two but had to dodge the third one which landed just behind her and exploded into a flickering fire.
A quake spell wasn’t often in a Death Eater’s itinerary - it was a hassle to learn and useless if not powerful enough. These idiots were sacrificing power for performance and Owana was able to quite literally jump over the quake the other Death Eater’s spell created. In retaliation, Owana sent slashing spells, aiming for hands and legs. It wouldn’t sever anything but injure them enough to drop their wands and become useless at fighting.
It wasn’t these two that worried Owana - the one in the back made her weary. And talented though she was, keeping two Death Eaters at bay would only work for so long. If she could just get a signal out …
"It lets you walk free, murderer…"growled the woman shooting another curveball flame. The man swore at Owana’s well-timed hop. The woman whacked the back of his head. "Idiot. You don’t send just ONE. Of course, she skipped it." She swung her wand in front creating a firewall to take the brunt of the slashing spells.Unfortunately, it also made it difficult to see anything else. The man blocked but one spell clipped his shoulder and the moment it took him to swear louder cost him his wand. He dropped to the ground to look for it.
Bellatrix strode forward and shot stunners. She picked up his wand, grabbed him by the scruff of his neck and shoved the wand in his hands. “Go before I curse you myself.” The Death Eater bowed his head and disappeared in a cloud of black smoke. She rolled her eyes at the firewall. “Let’s do something useful with that, shall we?” The blocky wall swirled around them as they pushed forward and sent more fireballs.
Bellatrix removed her mask and drew back her hood. “Curiosity kills, Potter. You could’ve relaxed and enjoyed your reinstatement, but you just had to stick your little nose into trouble. Tell me, how will this help your former head of house? Do you even know how many students she has lost over the years? So, so, many…”
Okay, okay, I’m going to tell you what Hermione sees in Ron.
A trio is a balancing act, right? They’re equalizers of each other. Harry’s like the action, Hermione’s the brains, Ron’s the heart. Hermione has been assassinated in these movies, and I mean that genuinely—by giving her every single positive character trait that Ron has, they have assassinated her character in the movies. She’s been harmed by being made to be less human, because everything good Ron has, she’s been given.
So, for instance: “If you want to kill Harry, you’re going to have to kill me too”—RON, leg is broken, he’s in pain, gets up and stands in front of Harry and says this. Who gets that line in the movie? Hermione.
“Fear of a name increases the fear of the thing itself.” Hermione doesn’t say Voldemort’s name until well into the books—that’s Dumbledore’s line. When does Hermione say it in the movies? Beginning of Movie 2.
When the Devil’s Snare is curling itself around everybody, Hermione panics, and Ron is the one who keeps his head and says “Are you a witch or not?” In the movie, everybody else panics and Hermione keeps her head and does the biggest, brightest flare of sunlight spell there ever was.
So, Hermione—all her flaws were shaved away in the films. And that sounds like you’re making a kick-ass, amazing character, and what you’re doing is dehumanizing her. And it pisses me off. It really does.
In the books, they balance each other out, because where Hermione gets frazzled and maybe her rationality overtakes some of her instinct, Ron has that to back it up; Ron has a kind of emotional grounding that can keep Hermione’s hyper-rationalness in check. Sometimes Hermione’s super-logical nature grates Harry and bothers him, and isn’t the thing he needs even if it’s the right thing, like when she says “You have a saving people thing.” That is the thing that Harry needed to hear, she’s a hundred percent right, but the way she does it is wrong. That’s the classic “she’s super logical, she’s super brilliant, but she doesn’t know how to handle people emotionally,” at least Harry.
So in the books they are this balanced group, and in the movies, in the movies—hell, not even Harry is good enough for Hermione in the movies. No one’s good enough for Hermione in the movies—God isn’t good enough for Hermione in the movies! Hermione is everybody’s everything in the movies.
Harry’s idea to jump on the dragon in the books, who gets it in the movies? Hermione, who hates to fly. Hermione, who overcomes her withering fear of flying to take over Harry’s big idea to get out of the—like, why does Hermione get all these moments?
[John: Because we need to market the movie to girls.]
I think girls like the books, period. And like the Hermione in the books, and like the Hermione in the books just fine before Hollywood made her idealized and perfect. And if they would have trusted that, they would have been just fine.
Would the movies have been bad if she was as awesome as she was in the books, and as human as she was in the books? Would the movies get worse?
She IS a strong girl character. This is the thing that pisses me off. They are equating “strong” with superhuman. To me, the Hermione in the book is twelve times stronger than the completely unreachable ideal of Hermione in the movies. Give me the Hermione in the book who’s human and has flaws any single day of the week.
Here’s a classic example: When Snape in the first book yells at Hermione for being an insufferable know-it-all, do you want to know what Ron says in the book? “Well, you’re asking the questions, and she has to answer. Why ask if you don’t want to be told?” What does he say in the movie? “He’s got a point, you know.” Ron? Would never do that. Would NEVER do that, even before he liked Hermione. Ron would never do that.” — Melissa Anelli THROWS IT DOWN about the way Ron and Hermione have been adapted in the movies on the latest episode of PotterCast. Listen here. This glorious rant starts at about 49:00. (via karakamos)
psa on formatting;; i don’t give a frick frack didily dack paddy whack what sort of formatting you use when we write together, whether you’ve got fancy shit up the wazoo, or whether it’s just straight up plain. however i style my own is simply a personal choice, because i enjoy writing that certain way. never feel the need to do the same, or to tart up your own style. you’re all precious unicorns in my humble opinion, so just spread the love
!! peace, bruh.
(Open to Wizard Renegades)
"My business is whatever I make my business. Whatever I like—that’s one of the perks of being free from social niceties…"
"Oh, very open and free are we, Bellatrix Lestrange. I would advise you;however, to leave for you are not wanted here, so why don’t you go stick your nose in someone else’s cauldron.”
"Mummy dearest is already top of my list, boy. If I wasn’t such a busy person…Do I need to finish that sentence? Or maybe I should start with picking off her traitor litter of pups first…"
Curiosity Kills, Potter |owanaminapotter |WR Verse
Owana was starting to regret not apparating home because the strain on her shoulder from the bag was starting to make itself pronounced. But she’d always had a bad habit of splinching herself if she apparated while carrying something bulky and it was a blissfully clear night so she’d decided to walk it. Besides, she was more than halfway home now.
She figured she might as well get her keys out and ready so she was searching in her bloated bag when she heard two goading voices speak to her. She looked up and felt her blood run cold when she saw two men dressed in black - and masked. Death Eater masks.
She slowly let her bag fall to the ground and pulled out her wand. There was no use in pretending she wouldn’t be ready to fight.
"I think I can hold my own, thanks," Owana spat, gripping her wand tightly. Perhaps she was a year younger she would have attacked already - but a year was enough to have her learn and Owana could tell she was outnumbered. Not only did she have two Death Eaters in front of her, she could see a third in the back, not moving.
She’d have to be careful if she wanted to get out of this alive.
"Sure about that, blondie? You’ve already dropped your bag. Let’s hope you don’t drop anything else…"The first voice was that of a woman. The second was a man.
"She said we could have fun. It’s no fun if you lose too quickly…"
The two drew their wands and strode forward. The woman chuckled, “I’m sure you’re thinking this isn’t very fair…”
"But we don’t particularly care. Our uncle’s in Azkaban because of your brother…"said the other.
The woman swung her arm and a series of fireballs burst from her wand. The man stomped his foot and the vibration made the ground ripple towards Owana.
Bellatrix stayed on the edges and observed. These two would have to learn effectiveness was more important than style. Of course, she had encouraged them to enjoy themselves. She made a few notes for improvement. A stronger stance would’ve made the quaking larger and the girl was wasting energy with her flailing.