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[becca]

Rebecca was in a particularly good mood today. Why? There was one simple reason really. Actually, there were a couple guesses that wouldn’t be half that bad either, but today, her father was out of the city for several days and he had taken her stepmam and her ‘pureblood’ stepbrother too. If there was someone whom she hated more than her father, it would be her brother. She couldn’t stand the ‘angel’. Ironic how he was an angel when he was following her father’s footsteps. She shook her head at the thought. Becca was glad that when she went home, if she did at all, she wouldn’t have to worry about her father nagging her constantly about everything. Whatever she did, she was doing it wrong. She hated the man with passion and would never forgive him for what he said to her mam before they left for London. Becca was raised in France and so some of her words wore spoken with a light French accent. Some people found it attractive, but with her veela blood, she was irresistible to anyone.

Something about veela blood made her much more powerful to anyone. Becca, being raised in a strictly pureblood household, loved power. She could bend anyone at her will and when she wanted to, she could crack them easily. Still, she didn’t like purebloods simply because they thought they were powerful and ruled the world. She didn’t like mudbloods either, this counted half blood too. They just disgusted her. Halfbreeds were okay; especially that was what she was. Becca didn’t mind talking to them though. They just needed to know that they should interact with only themselves. They weren’t good enough for their society. She usually tried to avoid them though. Becca rolled her eyes at the thought. They weren’t going to ruin her mood. They’d better not.

She started walking towards Knockturn Alley. There was something she had to get there. Becca ignored the hypnotized looks at her as she walked to a particular store. No matter how much she hated her father, she wasn’t allowed to disobey his orders. She had to get a mirror that was supposed to have some kind of charm to it. She really didn’t care about it though. As long as she was in and out in a matter of seconds and still had her own time to do her pleasing, she was fine. Becca opened the door and soon found herself accidentally bumping into someone. Due to natural grace, she was able to stop herself from falling down the stairs. “Bloody hell, watch it!” Becca’s quick anger got a hold of her before she regretted it.

[LUCIUS MALFOY !]

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t wasn't everyday that Lucius Malfoy had to look where he was going, especially around Knockturn Alley. It was usually something along the lines of, people saw him coming, and crossed to the other side of the path, giving him a respectful eye and wide berth. He in return would casually nod at them and contonue on his way. To touch Lucius was to invite death to your doorstep. A blonde death with teeth.

hat day, Lucius had just finished off two muggle Vodkas in a random pub and had been brooding over several things that had been happening of late. His son, for one. Then there was Hogwarts. He hadn't visted there in ages and it would probably be funny to go back. Innaproprate but funny. Lucius sblack personed and stood up, rolling his shoulders and standing to leave.

ith a slight sneer on his features, Lucius prowled towards the exit. He turned as the bar tender lay a hand on his shoulder, obviously going to ask him to pay for his drinks. Lucius only swiveled his head and flashed his eyes at the man, who let go of him quickly and walked quickly back to his post. Lucius smirked and carried on the way he was going, almost cat like in his movements.

e reached the door, his neck was curved gracefully as he opened the door and stepped through it. What he didn't expect was someone to collide with him and then snap at him. Lucius only looked to the side breifely with an air of complete indifference. The anger was amusing to see but the fact that she snapped at him riddled him. The hairs on the back of his neck stood up and his canines exposed in a rough snarl.

t wasn't everyday that Lucius was out in the causual attire he was in today and it seemed to make him look slightly more intimidating, moreso than in his finery.

was thinking, why don't you watch it? he growled back.

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tags :;: REBECCA ARLENE NOTT !
muse :;: Not good
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[becca]

It took only a moment for Becca to see who she had bumped into. For anyone else, they would have cowered from the well-known Lucius Malfoy, but she knew that was the reaction he was waiting for. She respected him for only two reasons. One, he was a Malfoy. Anyone in their right minds would know that. Becca had almost been raised by Draco so she knew what it was like to be ‘one of the family’. Two, he was a Death Eater. Being raised by her own father, she wasn’t intimidated by much. Yet, she knew what she had to be careful for. Becca’s expression didn’t soften in any way, only showing determination. She wasn’t going to let this old man show her who was boss. “Hello Mr. Malfoy,” she simply said as she took a step forward.

Becca already knew that she was an unusual case. Her own father knew that. She was raised by a veela, her mum, and thus, her temper was something she was known for. It was in her blood. She didn’t look as scary as her mum when that happened, but she did give off a frightening impression. Of course, Theodore Nott wasn’t used to it. He was used to ‘perfection’ and whatever her stepbrother gave off. She had also heard of all the things that people said. She wasn’t stupid. They all said the same thing. “I feel bad for the girl…”, “She tries too hard to be one of us” , or “That girl will never be a Death Eater. She’s too soft.” She hated them, despised them in every way. She wished she was back in France with her mum…

She took a quick breath, trying to manage her temper. She shouldn’t let such a small thing get to her. “My apologies,” she muttered. If he wasn’t a ‘Sorry, please forgive me!’, he was git. Becca crossed her arms and glared at anybody passing by. Most of them were dark wizards, not cowering from a seventeen year old. Her brown eyes gazed downwards, not wanting to feel guilty. If she thought twice about all her actions, she would probably beg for forgiveness. Becca wasn’t the girl everyone expected- her being Theodore Nott’s daughter, and Avery Nott’s grandaughter. She acted cruel and Slytherin-like, but underneath, she often felt guilty about everything she did.

-blech, not the best either. Sorry!-

[LUCIUS MALFOY !]

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ou're forgiven. he snickered.

eaching under her chin with one slender finger, Lucius went to lift her head and look deep into her eyes, his stone ones glinting in half light. Lucius kept his face impassive and the clothing on his shoulders rippled as a draft caught them and tried to bite on without much luck, he shifted his shoulders never the less. Nodding once he requested her name.

hat do they call you? he asked. Her face struck a chord in his memory, in his memory, not in his heart. He didn't fall for other girls easily, the puppy eyes act did nothing for her either. But he was curious about her. He wasn't surprised that she knew him, after all, how many long haired blond male wizard cruised around the town like they owned it. How many others dared? He chuckled a little at the thought but then returned to study the young female in front of him.

e took a pace back and looked at her from a distance and inwardly scoffed. From what he could see, she showed now outward signs of strength, even faked strength, although, underneath, who knew what lurked. But first impressions where the ones that counted. His frown deepened slightly and he looked down at her a little more. For now, she had been marked off as weak in his eyes. Not a good start.

is chest heaved as he breathed in deeply as the fog and smoke swirled around them both and he drew in the odors and expelled them again. The common scents of this place where almost amusing the the blond aristocrat. So different from what he usually experienced. Lucius mind wandered as did his eyes...away from the female, to stare almost in a bored fashion to the bustling streets below them. It was tempting to turn his back and leave her there. She gave him nothing and he was loath to give her anything. But he didn't. Dragging his eyes back to her, he raised one eyebrow and waited.

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tags :;: REBECCA ARLENE NOTT !
muse :;: Good enough
music :;: Running away || Three Days Grace
notes :;: Finished
clothing :;: Black thin cotton shirt with black jeans with a silver snake wrapped around the left leg. Chain belt and hair in a pony tail.
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[becca]

Knowing how Malfoys were, Rebecca could almost forive Lucius for his smart remark. Yet, she still had something against him. He acted like the world was his when it clearly wasn't. She scowled when she felt his finer under her chin. A small spark lit up inside of her, causing an instinct reaction. She slapped his hand away from her face. Becca would never give him the satisfaciton of being higher than she was. "Rebecca Not," she answered sharply. She paused and then added a small mocking smile.

As often as she felt guilt abou her behavior, Lucius made her realize how much her father's attitude actually wore off on her. She couldn' remember how many times she had heard, 'Oh Theo! Your daughter is just as bold as you are!' or whatever... Becca found herself thinking of ways to make him regret his words or to say something that would make anyone else quiver with fright. Power was something she longed for. Becca enjoyed having the ability to make something happen or not. I gave her saisfaction to know that people were afraid of her. Then again, being power-hungry simply ran through her blood.

Even though she was 'like her father', Becca never had the heart to give him credit. Most people knew about the unsteady relationship between the two, despite how hard he tried to keep it a secret. Secrets in a pureblood soceity just didn't work. One time she got angry with him, she called him 'mudblood', the worst insult anyone could say. She ended up getting slapped on the cheek so hard that pain was there for almost the whole day.

She stared right back at him, hate showing in her eyes. Becca was one of the more intimidating girls in Hogwarts- even though she was slender and had a charming face. She was a veela- well half- and so she had the ability to seduce or lash out at others. Also, her father was one of he Dark Lord's closest followers. The onl thing she had to learn was to make the same threatening reputation she had at school, in the real world too.

Lucius' attention started to wander and as much as she wanted to leave and be done with these little guessing games, she was curious to know what was going on in the inner circle. Becca tried to keep her voice cold as ice, "What are you doing here?" Almost instantly she regretted it. Curiousity should never be shown. Yet, this would be an interesting meeting. She would let him know that she'd never be bossed around... even if it was a very high power she was talking to.

-well, this is gonna be interesting. lol-

[LUCIUS MALFOY !]

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She had slapped him. He shurgged it off and snorted. Disgust welling up in his broad chest and he eyes showed it. Was this going to be another snide, waste of time of a meeting that he usualy had with the pathetic members of society? If so, he was out of here.

So this was Revecca Nott. Her father Theo had a bit more backbone than she did, from what he had heard. He didn't really get involved with them. But he rolled his eyes anyway, lifting his lip to add emphesis.
So that's who you are. Huh, I never thought I'd meet you. You're nothing like your father. he growled at her and made an arrogant shake with his head , looking towards the door. His eyebrow raised and went down as a mildy stunning woman strode out and walked past him. She grinned at him and he smirked back. He knew her from one of his parties. The didn't speak, not that time, but they had had several "dealings" with each other. Now back to the openly annoying little brat in front of him.

He chewed on his tongue, now bored and rolled his shoulders as she questioned his activities and merely raised an eyebrow at her, sneering and his look was enough to crack a diamond. He'd rather crack her around the head. Lossing the muscles in his back he replied.

First you slap me, and next you want to know what I'm up to. he chuckled in a sinister fassion, closing his eyes quickly and snapping them open again, he hair flowled around his shoulders as he looked towards the door. He made a hissing noise through his immaculate yet sharp teeth.
Does it really matter? he replied in an unintrested voice. As custom with Malfoys, if you weren't being entertained by the thing in front of you, you left.
Lucius did so, but not in such an abrupt manner. He cruised towards the door, an all age bar. She wanted to speak to him, she could bloody well follow him.

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word count :;: - - -
tags :;: REBECCA ARLENE NOTT !
muse :;: Not good
music :;: Running away || Three Days Grace
notes :;: Finished
clothing :;: Black thin cotton shirt with black jeans with a silver snake wrapped around the left leg. Chain belt and hair in a pony tail.
credits :;: this template belongs to elledesigns! Steal this from Elle and very unplesant things will happen to you. You wouldn't want that, now would you? I would hope not. Credit to Escape the Fate for the lyrics. DO NOT REMOVE ANY CREDIT. This includes the image at the end.