Leave It Alone - Open !

[Benoite Guinevere Rowle]

Celeste couldn't be in the house anymore. She was going insane. She hadn't been out since the attack, and she couldn't stand it anymore. She wanted to rip out her hair, dive out the window, or something equally as drastic and ridiculous. She wasn't a rational person, but being stuck somewhere she hated was making her more and more irrational. She had already blown holes in walls, nearly killed her mother a few times, knocked the house elf down the stairs more times then she could count, and turned the doors of her parents room into snakes. There was only so much time a girl could spend inside.

So, she finally just left. She dressed herself casually and she went to Diagon Alley. There was nothing else for her to do, and it's not like she was a secret, she just couldn't be at Hogwarts. Not a big deal, she could handle that. So, she was out in the real world, a school drop out and a Deatheater. She didn't know what she was doing here, but it was something she guessed.

She walked, her heels clicking the roads as she did. She didn't have a destination in mind, she was just walking. She kept her head high, and she looked at others as she walked. Her stare was condescending and her walk was flawless and smooth, her feet hardly leaving the ground The fluidity of her step reminded of her a snake, and she loved the slither she sometimes had. She could live and breath her devotion to her house, even without having to be there. She loved that.

She flipped her hair over her shoulder, and she moved towards the Leaky Cauldron, and she pushed the door open. The Dimly lit room was a shock to her outdoor eyes, and she had to adjust. She scowled, and she found a table off by herself. She ordered a drink, and she sat alone, sitting and sipping. Contemplating and plotting. She would sneer at any who grew too close, and she couldn't bring herself to speculate what might happen here today, but she couldn't really say it mattered really, so long as she was out of the house.

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'How in the hell did I end up here?'[/i] Bellatrix thought to herself, after being pulled from her home and to the Leaky Cauldron. She only grabbed a key that was on the floor, mentally cursing one of her House Elves and next thing she knew, she was at the pub. Looking around, her dark brown eyes were alert taking in the people before walking into the place. Just to see that everything was different. Well, not completely but, it looked familiar. It looked the way it did back when she was at Hogwarts. Back when she was only seventeen years of age in the year 1976.

Shaking her head, making her dark curls shake all over Bellatrix was trying to remain calm. It was impossible for her to go back twenty years into the past. Well, unless she had a Time Turner. But, she didn't have one. So, it had to be a spell gone wrong. 'Lord Voldemort? No, he couldn't..'[/i] She told herself, mentally as she walked up to the bar and ordered a drink. Even Tom, the owner, looked younger as well.

Her drink came to her and when she turned around to study the place, she spotted someone. Someone that was a Death Eater when she first joined. Celeste. And she looked completely the same as she did, when she dropped out of Hogwarts. Bellatrix slowly walked over to the teenaged girl, feeling as though she had lost her mind and was reverted back to the prime of her life. "Celeste? Celeste Lemieux?"[/b] She asked, just to make sure that she wasn't truly losing her mind and seeing things.

[Benoite Guinevere Rowle]

Leste could feel things were different. She didn't know what it was, there were rumors going around that things weren't the same. She didn't like to listen to talk, because, generally, that's all it was. She wasn't likely to be enlightened with gossip anyhow. She wasn't exactly people's favorite person, she was seen by most as crazy. She didn't like the term, but she wasn't able to escape it. Though, she assumed, to some crazy was alright. Her Lord accepted her, afterall, and she didn't hate that fact. As long as he accepted her, then everything in her life seemed okay. She was glad of that, she liked for things to be okay, be the same. Change was one thing that got her blood boiling. She just couldn't deal with it.

She rolled her head around as some people entered, and some left. She didn't ever really people watch. It wasn't her thing, she did like to see others moving around her, but only if she was trying to figure something else out. She would watch things to learn. If she wasn't learning from those around her, she was being useless. She could watch those around her to learn habits to report back to her parents to report back to the Dark Lord. She did her best to keep up with what they asked, for now. She would do it herself eventually, and she would take care of them. They were just a go between, and a problem for now. Her disdain from her parents could be seen from a mile away, but there was nothing she could do about it for now. She would take care of them soon enough.

And, there was a voice behind her. Offhandedly, she didn't know the voice. She looked over towards the voice, and she smiled sweetly, though if one knew her, they could see generally right through it. She wasn't sweet, she was as sweet as a snake pit. She looked over the woman, and something strange came from the woman. She didn't know what to think of the woman. She furrowed her brow. The girl knew her, but she didn't recognize the woman. "Yes?" She asked with a quiet voice. "Je ne vous connais?" She reverted back to french when she felt a bit out of place.

Who was this woman? Why was she so familiar? And what was she to Celeste? Her mind raced, but couldn't place where she knew her from. She pushed hair behind her ear, and she dropped her eyes for a moment, back to the table, and she made sure she knew where her wand was, just incase she needed it. One could never be too careful.

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When Bellatrix heard Celeste speak, it almost brought a smile to her face. She was glad to see a friendly face. Though she killed herself after a filthy Mudblood killed her sister. Tragic and she was such a wonderful Death Eater, which was the reason why she had became friends with the French girl when she did. Because she was just as evil as she was. "Yes, you do."[/b] Bellatrix told her old friend, taking a seat at her table. "It's me.. Bellatrix Black. Well, unfortunately it's Lestrange now but, you must remember me."[/b] She introduced herself, hoping that she wasn't going mad and or was dead and seeing those that were deceased. Let's just hope her dear old parents don't stop by.

"When I first joined You-Know-Who, you were intrigued with me and said that we could Partner's in Crime. You called us the Craziest Bitches in all of the Wizarding World."[/b]

(muse is low, sorry!!!)