Post by kai on Jul 26, 2009 15:07:25 GMT -5
Bella was sure to note that this fool was an idiot. And no, she was not talking about her husband for once in her life. She was talking about the idiot that was before her, shivering in fright. Bellatrix's face was obviously portraying that she was not happy. She had to work with fools most of the time, these were supposed to be the best of the best and still they managed to act like children. With an angry sigh she snapped her fingers which caused roped to wrap around the male who by this time was shaking so badly that his glasses had fallen off his face. Funny that. She rolled her eyes as the man cried out in shock at the ropes, but there was little to be done about that really. She chuckled softly as she sent a Crucio at him with a flick of her wand. Surely this was only the beginning. She grinned as the man screamed in pain, dropping to his knees before toppling over. She watched as he thrashed around on the ground, his screams echoing in her office.
"Honestly, you may be new around here, but I do not tolerate mistakes. Making a mistake is not an option. Do you understand Jackson?" her voice, while she was angry, her a hint of a French accent. She tended to scream profanities in French, as her mother had yelled at her children in that same language. After all, the Black family hailed from France. Without second thought her wand was out and the bright red of another Crucio was making its way across the room. She shuddered in pleasure as the screams tore through her ears, holding the curse there for only a little while, after all, she did need her workers alive. "Do not disappoint me again."she said simple before stepping over the jerking mess that was Hamilton.
Leaving the room she moved onto the next room, not really bothered about Hamilton drooling on her floor. Someone would pick him up and clean it. If they didn't they would all get killed. She moved across the hall, pulling her hood up when necessary before dropping it once she got to the training room for her...lesson. Or rather their arse-kicking. She knew for a fact that this was the intermediate class. The Higher class had only three students. The training for this was hard and gruelling and many ended up injured or dying. If you died during this it was obvious that you were not suited to the job.
“Am I supposed to believe that I'm supposed to be feeling safe with you lot protecting the Island? It was a one on fucking five! AND YOU LOST! If you can't beat me, what hope to you have of protecting this ruddy place from a group of people? None. In that case I refuse to even do this again until you lot shape up, so I'm making them train you until I can be bothered to waste my time.” she told them. Then again, she was Bellatrix Lestrange. She was not angry. Why would she be? She had other things to worry about. So that said she pushed open the door and watched the old class file in. They were the last class she had passed. “Five days a week, three hours minimum of training with this lot and you might be able to scrape a pass. I expect you all to attend unless you want your carcass to decorate your living room.”
She was aware that while the new ones seemed slightly green at the thought the older class were not bothered, they were used to this type of talk and she was not even trying to reduce any of them to a quivering mess, she just wanted them to understand that she was not going to bother if they didn't try. If they were not worth it, why should she give up her time to train them when she could be doing more important things? She snarled as she left the room, going straight to her office noting that there was no mess before she grabbed a scroll off her desk and stepped into her private floo. After muttering the correct passphrase she was floo'd home. Finally. She was home. Dropping her cloak onto the chair she apparated straight into the bathroom of her bedroom and stripped out of her corset dress and lingerie and stepped into the shower. Had she been listening out she would have heard her husband appear in the bedroom but since she wasn't she paid no attention to it. Turning off the shower a while later she wrapped a towel around herself and dried off.
Tossing the towel into the hamper she reached up and ran her fingers through the wet locks. Wandlessly and soundlessly she she dried it enough so it wouldn't be dripping wet. It was only three steps into the room that she noticed that Rodolphus was in the room and at the same time realized that she had not put any clothes on. Shrugging slightly she headed towards the bed and curled up on it, ignoring the sheets completely. “'Lo dear.” she murmured somewhat tiredly. Work today...had taken a lot out of her.