She nodded. “Ah well that makes sense. Why would you want to get married anyway? I mean it just all sounds so domestic and boring. I’m never going to get married or settle down with anyone for that matter. I mean, don’t get me wrong. I have no problem shagging people, although the last one did kind of blow up in my face. But besides that, it’s better to just have fun.”
She rolled his her eyes. ”Um does it look to you like I’m not focusing on my studies? Dumbledore tried to kick me out for what happened with mudblood Evans but I’m still here, aren’t I? Just do it. I mean, I’m sure the Dark Lord would give you his mark. It’s a privilege to serve amongst the Dark Lord, if you ask me.” Alecto found it amusing how Bellatrix intimidated them all.
“Just do it. Then you can torture Vanity with me. The Dark Lord may but she won’t betray him but I damn sure don’t.”
Bellatrix raises an eyebrow at the Carrow girl at her talk of marriage. “Getting married is just another step in creating a powerful Pureblood society. And to align the different families.” The point to marriage makes sense to Bellatrix and she sees no reason to slight her family by refusing to marry.
However, Alecto’s next words make Bellatrix stop and consider, her fiddling of her wand ceasing as she thinks about what the other girl has pointed out. It’s what she wants, to serve the Dark Lord, do his bidding, and rid the world of useless filth. But her mother isn’t to be crossed without strong consideration first. And engaged to Rodolphus, she should speak to him.
"I will gladly torture Vanity with you," Bellatrix says, her eyes narrowing and fingers again idly twirling her wand. "And I will get Marked. Soon. Of course you’d have to bring me to him if and when I do, Carrow."
A part of Bellatrix had hoped that she’d get her mark with her parents present but the Mark and the cleansing of the wizarding world is more important than familial ties and affections. Nothing should come before that.
Alecto gave Bellatrix a devious smile. ”Well at least you’re doing something with your time. You do have to make sure to make Amelia Bones pay for what she’s done though. She killed your baby, so you should more than make her pay for that. Where is Lestrange lately, anyway? I haven’t seen him lurking about much.” Alecto didn’t care about Rodolphus one way or another but the slight part of her that was remotely humane figured he should be here to distract Bellatrix.
She pulled her own bottle of firewhiskey out of her robes and took a drink. ”This is why you need to find something more suitable to do with your time. You should take the mark, like I did. I’m starting to get sent on more missions now, but don’t tell my mother that. She doesn’t understand my need to torture people.”
Bellatrix sneers. “Rodolphus is on leave to discuss marriage things with his parents and mine. I have no interest in such talk so he went alone.” Granted, his extended absence is beginning to dig at Bellatrix. She doesn’t want to admit that she misses his company but the truth is hardly comforting these days.
As the Carrow girl drinks from her own bottle, Bellatrix does the same and then continues. “Bones will pay. As soon as word reaches me that the bitch is back in the castle, she and Longbottom are mine. They won’t be getting away with this. And as for the Mark. My mother won’t have any of it. For whatever bloody reason she honestly believes that my half-arsed education here is worth a damn. If I want to be Marked, she says I have to wait till graduating to get what I want.”
Bellatrix looks away, catching sight of a first year trying to hunker past without being spotted. Filled with thoughts of torturing Amelia Bones and the jealousy of Alecto having been Marked before her, Bellatrix points her wand at the boy and casts Incendio Interni, and watching as violet flames strike the boy to the floor where he screams as he feels himself burn from the inside while his skin is unaffected. After a moment, Bellatrix flicks her wand to end her curse and sneers with a glare as the boy scrambles for his dormitory, still cringing and flinching involuntarily as he goes.
"If I can’t have the Mark, then I’ll entertain myself where I can until the day I’ll have the honour," Bellatrix bites out as she returns her attention to the smaller girl across from her.
Alecto had been laying low for a while. She didn’t really like doing so but her mother had urged her that it was only her family’s power, that she hadn’t been kicked out of Hogwarts yet, and that she shouldn’t stir up any more trouble. She didn’t understand everyone’s upset over the whole thing honestly. It wasn’t like she had killed the mudblood. She just played with her and the blood traitor for a while. She didn’t understand why everyone was so upset.
She decided to go down to the common room, not knowing where her brother had disappeared to. She peered around the corner and that’s when she saw Bellatrix with a bottle of firewhiskey. Bellatrix at least was interesting to deal with and the girls were as much of friend as two people with their hatred of everyone could be. She sat down across from her then. “Bella, how are you? Please tell me you’ve been up to something evil enough for the both of us.”
Bellatrix catches sight of Alecto Carrow as she makes her way toward her and seats herself. Her expression is bored and heated; a combination that frightens all the first and second years—everyone really, who catches sight of her in the common room. Of course, Alecto doesn’t bat an eye which is why Bellatrix has a certain amount of respect for her, though she still hates to think the girl is Marked when she herself is still pale and Markless.
"Alecto," Bellatrix says with eyes narrowed and head held at an angle. "I’ve burned my dormmates things and hex all these fools on sight. And enjoy bottle after bottle of firewhiskey. Until Amelia Bones shows her face in the castle, it’s all I have to hold me over."
Once burning enough items of her roommates to fill their portions of the room with more ash than belongings, Bellatrix actually opted for perching in a chair in the common room, firewhiskey in one hand and wand idling in hand. Anyone who caught her attention was promptly hexed or mildly cursed and their startled cries bring a twisted smirk to her lips between drinks.
There isn’t enough to do, to keep the oldest Black preoccupied. Rodolphus is still busy, Andromeda has hardly shown her face lately, and Narcissa is likely wrapped up in herself and Lucius Malfoy. She lost her child and as usual, no one gives a damn. Family is family but it doesn’t mean they have to care every step of the way. Bellatrix is fine with it the way it is; her bottle of Firewhiskey and spell knowledge entertain her just fine.