Thread: The Evil Running Through Your Veins (Snake Plissken & Outsane)

Bianca ran her slender fingers through her crimson-dyed hair while reading over the newspaper. It was relatively uneventful as usual. It contained the news about politics and Muggles. As terribly interesting as they were in the most sarcastic way she could imagine. Her finger twirled around one of her curls. She had a remarkably similar hair style to her late mother. The only difference being she did her best to tame it and dyed it an obviously fake red hue. Her eyebrows told her true hair colour, a medium-dark shade of auburn. Her face resembled her mother's, but not hallowed from the years of Bellatrix having her hope devoured from her soul. Her lips bore the semblance of her father's, a thin upper lip but a full lower lip. Folding down the newspaper, she heard the door knock and glanced up. Who could be visiting this time? The young woman kicked her legs off the arm of the chair she sat in and she replaced the pillow she used to prop her back on the other arm onto the couch on the other side of the room. As per her habit, she grabbed her wand resting on the night stand beside her bed and opened the door quietly. No one should really know she was staying at her aunt's and uncle's house. In fact, no one should really know she existed. Her parents wanted her to rise up from their ashes and reacquaint the world with their demented views once she was strong enough, but she knew there was no point with the Dark Lord gone. Their dreams and aspirations for her fell upon a woman more interested in controlling her own life and fate rather than follow the doomed footsteps of her parents. Once down the stairs, she kept to the last step and listened as the two voices spoke. She recognized one as her aunt's, but the other was unfamiliar to her. Bianca watched as Draco left the room and climbed the stairs shortly after being summoned there. An arrogant smile curled on her lips at the sight of her cousin still being ordered around like the submissive dog he was. She leaned against the hand rail and propped her chin up on her hand and purred. Playing fetch for your mommy still, her dark brown eyes watched him as he walked past her and she added. Doesn't she have house elves for that? and giggled. She had to make the best of living a secluded life. While she had been permitted to attend Hogwarts under an alias, beyond that she was strictly meant to stay away from those who would recognize her. Her parents begged her aunt to keep her safe and out of sight, which she obliged simply because they were blood. She was raised like Nacissa's daughter, the idea pleased her very much and she instantly became her favourite while Lucius, however, maintained a similar slight contempt towards her as he shared with his son. Bianca got curious as to who was visiting their home. She knew most of their regular visitors, but this one sounded younger and more hardened, like he hadn't had his life handed to him on a silver platter. Being as quiet as before, she walked down the steps and eased over to the doorway, keeping hidden and pressing her back against the wooden wall. Carefully, she leaned over to try and catch a glimpse of their visitor, but she jumped back startled when Draco walked before her and she gasped, then covered her mouth. Her mind strung together a colourful, unlady-like string of curses at him as she glared in the direction he vanished. Finally, without any disruptions. Bianca crouched down and quietly peeked around the corner and was met by a sight full of couch. Scowling, she slid up the side of the wall and stopped when she could see the visitor. Who is that...? she asked quietly, while narrowing her eyes, trying to figure out who he was and why he was there.