now is not the time for idle conversation -Bella-

[linders]

It wasn't proper for a pureblood young lady to go sneaking off as much as Linda did, but the dark haired young woman simply didn't care. She threw back her long black tresses without a second thought, before pulling on her cloak and clasping the clasp, the clasp that bore her family's coat of arms. She looked around the deserted living room and couldn't help but grin mischievously. She was never one to follow the rules, she was constantly disregarding her mother's rules only listening when her father enforced them, but he never seemed willing to do that much to Linda's amusement. She strolled quickly out the door of her parents house, noting that her siblings were doing their own thing. Good. No one to rat her out. Smirking, the dark haired young woman sneaked off as she so often did with one more wary glance around the house she stepped outside into the fresh air, closing her eyes as her face made contact with the air. Ah, that felt so good. She promptly opened her eyes and shut the door behind her, breathing in the scent of freshly cut grass and roses. The combination was in her eyes, heavenly. Though, she wasn't about to admit that to anyone. After all, it wouldn't be something proper or expected for a pureblood lady to bring up, no one talked about their private feelings. Ever. Well, that wasn't true. Some people did, but Severus didn't, and Linda was very so her father's daughter. There was almost nothing in her personality from her mother and all her mother gave her look wise was her pretty face. She was tall and lean like Severus, with thick black hair that was shiny and silky to the touch, long tapered fingers, long fingernails, and a lean gaunt face with high cheek bones of a very sallow color.

However, she was not about to bandy about sharing her private thoughts with people, no matter how insignificant mentioning how sweet the air smelled to her may be, no one but her closest friends would ever hear such a romantic utterance leave the Slytherin girls lips and it would most likely be when she was alone with said party. She wasn't one to go around and give out personal details of her life, like her father she was a private person. She enjoyed her privacy and she enjoyed keeping others out. If she kept them out, there was no way they could get in and hurt her any more than she had already been hurt in the past. That was a good thing. Because in Linda's opinion she had been hurt enough and shutting people out was the only way she could protect herself from it happening again. She was strong, she could rely on herself. She knew that she could and it didn't even phase her that her people may want to help her. Because in the Potion Master's daughters eyes that was suspicious, she figured people only helped others when they wanted something and she was not helping any other human being out any more than she could help it. Unless it was a family member or very close friend, they were different from the annoying commoner.

The blades of grass were crushed dismissively under the Slytherins feet as if they weren't important or had never existed to begin with. She cast a long wary glance around the grounds, having no intention of her parents catching her. She knew her mother would throw a fit and her father would most likely ask her to stay at the house to appease her mother. It was all too predictable. She was tired of predictable. Which was why she was gone so often. It seemed all too often the Snape's were in a routine. She didn't like routines. She liked organization and plans, yes, however, she didn't like doing the same thing day in and day out. Life needed some spice every now and then. Carpe Diem, was something everyone needed to embrace in her opinion. It was much better than embracing liars, fools, drunks, or Gryffindors (which Linda liked to refer to as Gryffinwhores). Upon her long gaze, she determined neither her mother nor her father were out in plain visibility. Maybe they were in the forest? Well, as long as they didn't see her, she was fine.

She quickly walked through the Snape estates and took off toward Diagon Alley. She wouldn't be staying there too long, she'd be taking a sharp turn toward the left and into Knockturn Alley. First, however, she needed to reach Diagon Alley. The dark haired girl sauntered there at a slow pace, she had no need to worry or hurry for that matter. She let the wind blow through her long black hair, smirking indifferently at a little boy crying for ice cream as she headed toward Diagon. His mother had told him no. Of course, being the way she was, Linda waved her wand and an ice cream appeared in the boy's hands. The little boy beamed at her with a thank you, she simply nodded her head. The boy's mother, however, looked furious and she cocked her brows in a way as if to say 'what the hell are you staring at?'. With an irritable huff the woman walked away with her son who was happily licking down the ice cream in a quick fashion.

Linda laughed. She remembered when she was a child. . .her first sign had been turning her mother's hair bright pink because the woman had tried to force her to wear a dress and she hadn't wanted to. Not only a dress but a pink and frilly one. The woman's hair remained pink for a week, and her father seemed to find it amusing. Her mother hadn't, however. Although, she was only three so her mother couldn't very well scream at her for it, she hadn't meant to do it. But the little girl had cackled evilly at her mother's pink locks, even as a girl the Slytherin had hated the color pink so she found it amusing that 'mummy's' hair was pink. It was certainly an interesting week at the Snape house-hold. She remembered that she and Kayla had been giggling every time they saw their mother coming remotely near them. Of course, this only sparked her mother's temper and of course...was one of the reason's Linda felt that her mother didn't love her and one of the reason's she was so distant and cold to the woman. She only really respected her father, as far as her guardians went. She loves both of her siblings and her father, but she had always and would always hate her mother.

Shaking her head from these thoughts, the raven tressed young woman finally realized she had reached Diagon Alley. Smirking complacently, the young woman weaved through the crowd that was already forming that Saturday morning and veered to the far left. Her feet clicked and clacked upon the cobbled street but she paid it no attention, her shoes were always loud. This sometimes attracted stares and even glares, but she ignored every glance passed her way because of a pair of shoes. It was just silly to get worked up over those things. She walked into Knockturn Alley, glancing downward at people as if she were better than they were which wasn't hard as she stood at a fleeting six foot two, which was very tall for a woman. She walked past hags with a disgruntled look, she had never liked them much. She wasn't sure where she was going to go today, but decided the Apothecary wouldn't do just in case Leo was sent to find her again. She would not be found in the same place twice in a row, that was tacky among other things.

[kai]

Bella had not had the best of days. Things had been happening all over work. But by the time she got there it seemed to have stopped and it was leaving her frustrated enough to want to blow up the whole Ministry building – which was actually possible. She grumbled as he appeared back into her office and dropped dead on the chair before her. Heck she was tired. She had not been sleeping well, something had been bothering her. There was something wrong here. Something very wrong, but she could not place his finger on it. A sigh escaped her lips as she thought about it before she turned to look at the window. Growling she got up and moved to shut the curtains, even if they only hid the fake windows, humming slightly when she felt the darkness wrap around her like a sweet caress. Now this she wanted. The darkness. She had lived most of his life in the darkness, in the shadows, just watching people pass by as she did what he had to to keep this the Dark Lord happy.

Turning back to face away from the window she got up and proceeded to Floo home, luckily she had her own personal floo that was tied to her blood alone, her feet moving on their own accord. She needed a long soak in the shower. Baths? She had never liked them. Baths made her feel as if she was about to drown, she could swim in the sea or a pool or wahtever, but she could not handle baths. Her tall stature was annoying sometimes too, something that never seemed to change either. She never did know who he had picked up the height from, his mother had been around Cissa's height and his father only slightly taller than that. But it did not explain how he could have reached this height.

It was nearly a good half an hour before she left the enclosure of her shower. She deemed herself clean and towelled herself dry and pulled on a pair of black matching bra and undewear before padding over to her bed. She slid onto it, pushing back the green sheets. She guessed someone had tried to match everything in this room to her eyes. She figured it was the House-Elves.. She had never really decorated the place. In any case, her tired brain really was not thinking too clearly about it as it drifted off quickly into a welcomed sleep. She really did hope she was not bothered for a couple of hours. She definitely needed some rest before she was able to actually talk to someone without becoming cranky.

But she was not allowed the comfort of sleep as Rodolphus burst into the room a good thirty minutes later. She jumped a bit and pulled the sheets over her to cover herself from him, she tended to sleep on the covers, she was actually slightly worried that one day the sheets would strangle her. She hated the feeling of being trapped under the bedsheets. She growled low in her throat before she pushed she sheets from her body and rolled off the bed. As her husband asked her if she had been sleeping she shot off a wandless reducto at his balls, knowing he'd block it before she pulled on a corset dress. She ignored Rod's looks at her, she was only rarely half dressed around him so that might be why. In any case, she was tired but now that she was up she could go shopping.

Bellatrix was tired enough to actually press a kiss to Rodolphus' lips before she disapparated. It was only until she reached the apparition point of the alley that she realized what she'd done and sighed. Stupid Bella. She wasn't supposed to show ANY affection towards her husband. Sure she hated him, but a part of her enjoyed his presence. In any case. It was only five minutes later that she was slipping past Diagon Alley into Knockturn Alley before a familiar figure appeared before her eyes. She chuckled low in her throat before she pushed a lock of hair back, today, it wasn't a curly mess, but it did have a few curls in there. “Well well, if it isn't Linda Snape.” she muttered once she was standing a few feet away.

[linders]

She hadn't been there too long when a voice emerged from the shadows that she liked to frequent. She turned her head a fraction of an inch to see whom it was that was speaking to her. The voice was familiar and yet not, at the same time. A glance told her why. It was the voice of Bellatrix Lestrange. Now she'd have to be polite. If it was one of her peers she probably would have told them to bugger off. But that wasn't the appropriate response to a pureblood adult and she knew that full well. So she'd have to keep the snarky side of herself at bay as she made polite conversation with a woman she knew little about. She knew she was crazy, a natural at Occulumency, the Dark Lord's right hand woman, and someone who demanded respect from everyone. But that's about all she knew about the woman aside from the fact she was married to Rodolphus. But from what she had seen and heard that was anything but a happy marriage. Yet that would hardly make for appropriate conversation material and she knew that full well. She wasn't keen on pissing off Death Eater hierarchy, it just generally wasn't a good idea if one wished to keep their head.

Linda wished to keep her head. It was the wish of any sane person, she surmised. Although, she once heard some idiot Order Member spout that it was simply the wish of a mad person to join the Death Eaters which struck her as nothing less than idiotic. One's mental capacity or lack thereof didn't determine what faction they were in. Their personality, abilities, and talents did. Not to mention that the Order were no better than the Death Eaters. They had killed before. They had murdered before, maimed, and did all those awful things a good person wasn't supposed to do, and it all amused her that they were so self-righteous that they thought they were better than the Death Eaters. Who were they to judge anyone? They couldn't even keep themselves safe. Lunacy to the highest degree without any application of lucidity or intelligence. No wonder that were at the bottom of the food chain now. Fools, they were. Proper fools.

The sun was blazing overhead and she felt warm, but refused to take off her long black flowing robes. She'd feel naked without them and she wasn't going to be standing out in the sun for too long, she had decided. She fanned herself with her hand, it had started off so cold in the morning it was just her luck that it was warming up now. However, judging from the dark clouds rolling in and the distant rumblings of thunder it was going to rain soon. Therefore, she wouldn't have to worry about the sunlight blazing above but rather rain and if she were lucky it would be cold rain that would help with the rather nauseated feeling she had right now. She hated feeling that way, but Linda wasn't going to complain to a common stranger about the situation, she'd just deal with the situation as best as she could. Which was push the matter to the back of her mind, she walked on the cobbled street that lead to Diagon and veered automatically to the left. She didn't want to have to deal with these people anymore, she just wanted to be on her own. Couldn't anyone understand that? Most likely not, not even her own parents could understand that, it seemed. But she didn't care. Who would fault her for not wanting to run into mudblood scum? Surely not anyone with half a brain. But there were some winners out there, all right. Some real winners.

Linda's parents seemed to think was on her own too much. More than what was healthy, but she didn't think so. After all, it wasn't as if her father were the life of the party, so she didn't see what room he had to talk on that front. Her dark green eyes narrowed acidly as she remembered some of her mother's previous remarks. But her mother could say what she wanted, she'd just despise the woman even more. Fury filled her viens as if it were the blood that ran through her body, the blood that sustained the life flowing through her. Her dark eyes narrowed acidly when she heard a giggle of a little girl. "You shouldn't be here, sweet heart." Her voice was cold and sharp and the girl scampered quickly out of her way. Which left the matter of Bellatrix Lestrange. That woman simply couldn't be ignored, now could she? No, that would hardly be appropriate!

She hated children. If Linda were lucky she'd never marry and she'd never have children, either. They were annoying little brats that always seemed to get in her way and they happened to annoy her in the worst possible way. She tossed her long black hair behind her shoulders once more, closing her eyes as it started to rain. There was a lot of groaning around her, but she didn't mind the rain one bit. She closed her eyes, feeling the cold rain pelt at her face. Ah, that felt so good. But she opened her eyes, she shouldn't leave Bellatrix with enough time to pelt ammunition of insults at her pretty little face now should she? But truth be told, she was just glad that little brat had run off. She wondered what tone would be befitting of a legend like Bella? One that oozed of respect yet didn't sound too simpering and a tone that certainly didn't make her sound like a suck-up? Yes, that sounded about appropriate.

"Hello, Lady Lestrange," she remarked with a polite bow of her head. She felt that was respectful enough, now on the conversation front, Linda was completely useless. She didn't want to say something completely mundane and useless to the woman that was standing in front of her. She didn't particularly care to do that in front of anyone else, either, but that was another story entirely. She waved her wand and cast an anti-rain repellent charm upon herself and her clothes as the awkward silence trailed on. She only hoped that Bellatrix wouldn't mind her presence. She was tetchy enough herself, she didn't really want to deal with another female especially Bellatrix of all people that felt the need to lace their words with arsenic. Surely there was enough room for them to be polite if nothing else. It wasn't as if she had brushed shoulders with the woman, after all. She was merely there. Though existing was enough for the Marauders to insult her father, she deduced, and who knew with Bella anyway? The woman was like a ticking time bomb.

[kai]

Bellatrix wrinkled her nose slightly as it started to rain, holding out a hand she caught a few drops to make sure before she wandlessly and silently raised a water-repelling charm with a lazy twitch of her fingers. Perfect. While she loved the rain it would do no good to be dripping wet, it was terrible when you were sloshing about, it was horrifying. Only muggles did that. Stupid bloody muggles and their bloody umbrella's. Who needed umbrella's when you had bloody magic! Magic that could make sure that not an inch of you was wet at any point. Now that was a useful invention, not a piece of plastic which kept the rain off most of you, yet you tended to finish up soaking wet with or without the umbrella so it was rather a moot point to carry one around.

Her eyes picked up on a small giggling girl as as soon as Linda had spoken to the simpering child she cast a minor charm at the girl her eyes never leaving Linda's face. The poor child would break out in rashes until the counter curse was performed. Bellatrix had little patience for children but then there was the fact that the Lestranges needed an heir unless they wanted to die out. It was certain that Rabastan wouldn't get a bloody wife. So that left Bella and Rodolphus, now if only they would actually talk to each other on that front. Bellatrix wanted an heir, but that's it. She merely wanted someone to carry on the line, she didn't want to take care of a child. She would probably kill it within the first week of it being born.

Bellatrix's relationship with her parents had not been a very good one. Her parents had worked her hard, making sure she was perfect, good at dueling, good at anything that would secure her a place by the Dark Lord's side. They had wanted her to be a Death Eater and she had done it, and she didn't regret it at all. Merlin forbid she regret it. The Dark Lord was essentially her life, she could not imagine herself without having the Dark Lord to serve for any longer. It was...a scary thought and one that she did not want to go into. Yet again she was glad for her long sleeves, they hid the small twitch in her fingers. She would eventually get rid of that twitch, but after so many Crucio'd it was bound to leave a mark on her. Then again, she enjoyed Crucio's so she could deal with the twitches and spasms afterwards.

Ensuring that she was a Death Eater had not been as hard as one thought, she was an obvious choice. She came from a pureblood family, she destested mudbloods and muggles, she oozed superiority. Working as the Head Unspeakable just made her all the more dangerous. Bellatrix Lestrange had a lot of interesting toys to play around with on a daily basis, objects that could make or break the world. Merlin, what could happen the day that she actually snapped for good. Bellatrix cocked her head to the side a fraction of an inch, not enough for it to show that she had done so but enough to distort her view of the world before her and create a new one. She was taking in Linda, taking in each feature, it had been a while since she had seen her and she looked so much like Snape that it seemed wrong. Then again, the mothers face had come into the picture and she knew for a fact that it was all that had been passed on.

“Hello dear,” she murmured with her somewhat usual calm. She had been having a lot of calm days this week, it was an interesting experience. She'd had a run in with Lucius, the stupid stuck up bastard – merlin she pitied her sister for having to converse with that thing every day – and it had been an interesting experience. Lucius had tried. Oh he had tried. That thought brought a small smirk to her face before it disappeared. “What brings you to this part of the alley, I'm certain that your father would not approve of you wandering around these streets alone.” There weren't only Death Eaters roaming around Knockturn Alley after all.

[linders]

Muggles apparently weren't the only idiots that used umbrella's to go sloshing about in the rain. She noticed that some wizards had used umbrella's in the past and she always thought of them as bloody patsies. Who needed an umbrella when one could use simple magic to repel the rain? Sure, it made one fit in better if one were trying to blend in with the muggles but who in their right mind would want to emulate such lost causes? It was absolutely horrifying. She'd rather cling to the shadows and move out of the line of sight of muggles. They were terribly mundane and never really understood when anything interesting happened, silly little fools. They never noticed witches and wizards because they were too blind to notice magic or anything other than their ugly sodding faces. All of which she would like to damage in some way to force them to see that the world was bigger than they could have possibly imagined it was.

She had been a vicious child. She remembered when her brother Leo had tried to take a toy from her when she was four or five and she bit his arm so hard that it bled. Her mother had scolded her for that, telling her that she had acted no better than a vampire. But really, her brother was the one that should have been scolded. The brat had tried to take something from her that belonged to her. Everyone knew how possessive she was over things that were hers and he hadn't even asked to borrow it, he had just taken it. So in all actuality she thought her brother deserved to be bitten. It wasn't her fault that he was the biggest sodding idiot in the world, really. He should work on being a bit more intelligent.

She was glad that he hadn't found her yet. Her parents always sent him out to find her and she never really wanted to be found. Her older twin was so overprotective it was more than a bit annoying. How was he so arrogant as to think that he could defend her better than she could defend herself? For that certainly wasn't the case and he was a egocentric thingy for thinking that she needed his help in a battle. She was no one's damsel in distress. She was completely and irrevocably responsible for herself and she could take care of herself. That's what she had a damned wand for, wasn't it? Unlike most people she actually used her wand because having one and not using one made about as much sense as a turtle leaving it's shell behind because it had become too burdensome. A witch or wizard without their wand could last in a fight, but they lasted longer with a wand. But she had to admit she preferred muggle dueling. It may not have been ladylike, but she liked to hear snapping bone and cause blood to gush by using nothing more than sheer force.

Of course, hexing was fun, too, but she thought there ought to be a bit of muggle dueling in every fight. It made things more interesting, bloody, and fun. Her obsession with hurting things hadn't started with animals, for surprisingly enough she loved animals, but rather with insects. She ripped off fly wings and did horrible potions experiments on them, ripped off dragonfly wings, burned butterflies, crushed ladybugs, ripped legs off of spiders. Killed mosquitoes with ease. It was probably why she was rarely bitten by bugs. They had seemed to warn each other that this girl wasn't one to be trifled with, which was fine by her. Because really who wanted itchy disgusting red welts on their body left by bugs. No one with half a brain, truly.

But she knew that there were more than enough idiots in the wizarding world, sadly enough. She always had the misfortune of coming across these people when she was already in a bad mood. They always seemed to be obnoxious vapid muggle girls fawning over someone in the middle of the street. It was just terribly annoying to be walking and have to walk around a group of rabid fan girls ogling some guy. Like they didn't have the common decency to fawn in private. Honestly, hadn't their mothers ever taught them that staring was rude? Then again, she didn't like her own mother and didn't heed half the things her mother told her. She was more of a daddy's girl and most noticed that when they met her. But she was never one to care what people thought of her. Unless they insulted her to her face, they could think what they wanted because it honestly didn't matter. It never did.

There was a calm tranquility to the Lady's words and she wondered what had inspired this. Though, she was grateful. She didn't need someone snapping at her for being in the wrong place at the right time or any of that nonsense. True, Severus probably wouldn't approve of her wandering the streets alone, but she wasn't a little girl anymore. Her father would have to trust her judgment, wouldn't he? She was just glad that her father hadn't married her off to some disgusting brute of a pureblood and expected her to be happy about it, though, she doubted her father would have her married off to anyone unless she wanted to marry the person. "I suppose not, but I needed a change of pace," she shrugged. "I'm not one of those girls that can sit in a manor all day and be content. I have to get out and do something, it makes me feel alive," she answered.

[kai]

Severus Snape was a an that Bellatrix could not stand to be around. The man was still as snarky as ever, an idiot to boot and now that he had a daughter he seemed to think he knew everything about child rearing, the fact of the matter was that the man wouldn't know it if it proceeded to bite his arse, dance around naked before him wearing Death Eater robes and casting Avada's left right and center. The man was an idiot, no doubt about it and he should not have been allowed near a child. Then again, she wasn't one to talk, she would probably kill any child left in her care for more than a second. Bellatrix and children did not go, unless the children were supposed to be dead by the end of the encounter.

Her childhood had been difficult and unpredictable to say the least. Bellatrix had been taught from a very young age the finer points of magic, how to cast spells, how to survive in life. Of course this meant that she had learnt a lot of Dark Arts before attending Hogwarts, and she had never backed down from a challenge, that was who she was. Bellatrix had, though she dared not admit it, not even to herself, a small side of Gryffindor when it came to bravery. She was not a worm, she didn't back down and she was not a coward. She was not a blasted Hufflepuff. She was better than that, of course she was better than that. Who dared say otherwise?

There was always something about Bellatrix that had never rung true, she was a pureblood and she had been tutored in the way that a pureblood must present oneself at all times. Pureblood ettiquette was drilled into her mind, all those dances, all those appropiate responses to when one was being danced with. It was all something she'd had to learn. No doubt her sisters had never bothered with it, but Bellatrix needed to be the perfect example of a pureblood. She needed it. Merlin knows she wasn't the prettiest of the three sisters, but she was better than Andromeda that was for certain, even if they did look rather alike. In any case, Andromeda was a traitorous bitch, so there was no point in even thinking about her.

Bella's calm sprung forth as she thought about her sister, taking those thoughts and putting them away lest she lose her temper and if that should happen the Alley would not fare so well that was for certain. Surely people would have noticed that she was calm today and were making sure that nothing irritated her, just the way it should be. The last thing that she needed was to find that she lost her temper and blew up the alley, the last time she had lost her temper they would have needed to make sure that she was not around anything important. Her wand tended to spark on its own accord if it was on her person, and she was never without a wand, even if she was using wandless magic it was merely because it was more convenient.

Linda stood before her, but she wasn't a proper pureblood, not like Bella was, there was something different about the girl, it was probably the mother. Whoever that was, Bella cared little about whoever it was Severus Snape had married and whatnot. She really couldn't care, which was why she was wondering why she was bothering with this girl. “I suspect then that getting stalked it your idea of feeling alive dear?” she asked as she nodded her hear at the man who was standing a few meters away, obviously listening into the conversation. She rolled her eyes slightly before looking up at the man and raising an eyebrow, only causing her to chuckle when the man took off at the look. The joys being Bellatrix Lestrange.

[linders]

Bellatrix was right, though. Severus' parents skills were rather lacking. Not that she blamed him entirely. She figured that it was her mother's choice to have children for it certainly wasn't Severus'. She couldn't see her father as a man who would've had children if her mother hadn't wanted them. Not just one, three. Two boys and a girl and she knew her mother hated her because she was a girl, but she hated her mother right back. Her mother was the vapid sort of woman that every pureblood with any proper decency had the sense to hate. She was the party going, snobbish, let's dress up to impress the neighbors sort that got underneath Linda's skin and made it itch. She didn't like that sort of person and that sort of person bore her, Merlin have mercy on that woman's soul for being so obnoxiously annoying.

Linda didn't know what to think of her mother. All she knew was that she was not impressed by the woman, at all. She wished that she had a mother that was a worthy woman instead of just a disgrace. A disgrace to her, the wizarding world, and everyone whom she had the misfortune of coming across. She couldn't imagine that her mother was a popular dinner guest. She knew that she wouldn't tolerate the woman if she didn't have to. Why did her father love such a fool? She knew that they said love was blind, but he had to be deaf and oblivious, too, if he could love such a woman as her mother. She wasn't fit to empty a trash can let alone give birth to three children!

Nothing scared Linda much. Perhaps, that was a problem. Perhaps that's why she was so prone to breaking the rules put up for her own safety. She just didn't care. Why should she? She was young, pureblooded, and more than capable of defending herself even if she were a girl. That's what was wrong with society today. They thought that just because she was a girl she was incapable of defending herself. Well, they were wrong, and she would kick them for having such false thoughts run through their mundane minds. Because anything a man could do, a woman was capable of. Women were so much stronger than men gave them credit for. So much stronger and she wished that they realized that. But they never seemed to want to notice anything than their own personal needs.

Now, she didn't mind sex. But she was no hussy. She sold herself to no one and she wasn't about to jump just anyone's bones. Seriously. She knew girls like that and they disgusted her. They were just giving into the stereotype that women needed men and she knew that she didn't need a man unless she really wanted one and at the moment she was doing well enough without one, there was no need to spoil her life with a man. Because the only thing men were good for, it would seem was trouble. She caused enough of that on her own, she sincerely doubted more chaos would be a good thing for her young life. Though, she would be a liar not to admit that sometimes she became quite lonely.

But she wouldn't admit that. She was too bitter and cynical to let the lonely side of her shine through to anyone. Perhaps, if she ever met the one. But she highly doubted that there was anyone in the wizarding world that would put up with her. She was far too nit picky, stubborn, harsh, and unyielding. "Of course not, Lady Lestrange," the girl said with a hollow laugh. The seventeen year old sighed lightly. "I cannot help if some people see the need to try to stalk others, really," she shrugged. Linda always thought her beauty was more of a curse than an aid. She had caught the looks that men gave her when she walked past, some of them old enough to be her grandfather. It was disgusting. She didn't want to be hideous, but beauty seemed to have it's price, too. A price she wasn't so certain she wanted to pay.