----Dark Begins To Rise---- (Aphira)

[BELLA H. JARRELL]

It was approximately midnight, as a clock tower rang out through the small town. The smell of rain in the distance, along with subtle rumble of thunder, hinted that a storm was moving in. The warm air blew through the deserted streets, and a black cloud moved in from the distance. Another boom of thunder filled the silent town as a flash of lighting danced across the skies, lighting the dark streets barely enough for someone to see. Another gust of wind moved through the streets as rain began to fall in sheets, soaking the quite town.

The hooded figure moved through the streets, quite secretly. Another boom of thunder filled the air, and lighting flashed illuminating the path that she was walking. Her cloak moved swiftly with her, as she made her way down a long deserted street, making a turn at the end of it and heading down a similar street. Darkness hung heavy down this street, but she knew exactly where she was going. Another boom shook the land and the flash of lighting struck the ground a street over. The storm was getting more severe as the night rolled on.

Reaching a dark house, at the end of the street, she walked up to the door. Placing her hand on the knob and walked in. Her heavy cloak was reasonably damp, but she didn’t mind. Sliding the hood to its position on her shoulders, she looked around. No one was in the foyer, so she walked down the hallways and into a darkly light room. A fireplace was lit and there was a chair facing it. You could tell someone was sitting in it due to their hand sitting on the arm of the chair. She walked through the door and stood behind the chair. ”I am here my lady.” She said softly.

Bella kneeled on the floor with her head hanging down, waiting for the dark goddess to speak and tell her to stand in her presence. She was her ministry connection, her soul source of the Ministers' actions. She would do anything the dark one asked, commanded, and spoke. Her word was believed beyond all others, she spoke nothing but the truth, and that was the way it was. She would take a bullet for her lady and not think twice about it. That was the loyalty that she displayed and gave.

[APHIRA A. DEATH]

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The storm had finally rolled in, the woman had been waiting all night by the open window for it to start. The thunder grew louder and the lightening flashed more frequent lighting up the whole pathetic town. Aphira thought the place should be left to darkness, it wasn't worthy of anything. It disgusted her to live amongst these people, but as of right now she had no other choice. She didn't have any issues with the house itself, she actually prided herself on her residence seeing as the great Lord Voldemort use to stay here. It would only make sense the legacy continue from this point.

Aphira's long white fingers gripped the side of the window frame as she stood looking down on the town. She watched the black clouds roll in, rumbling loudly the closer the came. She loved thunderstorms and the feeling of the cold air. Her window was thrown open, even though the fire blazed behind her. The combination of the warmth and coldness changing constantly just made her feel awakened. It was amazing. Two of her favorite elements, two that she could enjoy at once at times like these.

She looked down the road which was illuminated by a flash of lightening that hit the ground on the next street, but during the flash Aphira saw a figure walking down her road. There was no mistaken that the visitor was for her for no one else lived on this road. The person was draped in a cloak, masking their identity even through the cracks in the storm that allowed her to see. Closing the window, Aphira went to sit down in her cozy chair the storm causing her to get a bit more chilly than she preferred. It was time for the warming process. It was a wonder the woman wasn't sick all the time.

She heard the knock and the footsteps that said the person had entered. Most had the privilege to just walk in for Aphira hated to be bother to answer to others, even if it was to answer her own door. So she insisted those who visited often were able to walk in and find her. She wondered who it was and didn't bother inclining her head to see who it was, another form of not answering to others.

The voice rang out as the woman bowed before her, both in terms of respect. "Dear Bella, I was not expecting you tonight." Aphira said, looking down at her most faithful servant. Bella had been able to rise in the ranks quickly which wasn't solely due to the fact that she was the Minister's assistant, but her unwavering loyalty stood out more in Aphira's eyes. She considered Bella a close friend, someone she could trust. Aphira waved her hand motioning for the girl to stand up and have a seat. "What brings you here, friend?" Aphira asked, quite curious about the unexpected visit.

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TAGGED Bella
TEMPLATE PANIC! ITS LAUZ @ CAUTION
NOTES Nothing to say...

[BELLA H. JARRELL]

Bella looked up at her lady, her friend, as she spoke to her about not being expected and her voice rang out through the silent room as the fire crackled behind them. The black haired goddess motioned her hand softly, for her to get up, and have a seat. She began to speak as Bella stood from her knee’s dusting them off and sitting down across from Aphira. ”What brings you here, friend?, she said with a curious face upon her features.

Bella’s face was graced with a sly look of destruction. ”Your Lady, I needed to console with you the next parts of our plan. Since the first part is over.”, she said softly. The fire crackled and the glow from the fire’s flames danced on her face. Her dark brown glanced between Aphira and the fire’s dancing flames. Her hair pinned back, and the fire reflecting in her eyes, as the lightening outside the window and the thunder boomed and crashed, signaling another flash wasn’t far behind its exit.

Bella noticed the silence that had fallen between them again; they were friends, the closest kind. They wanted the same things, dreamed the same, and thought the same ideas. However came from complete different families, houses, and towns. Bella’s family was a set of pure blood ministry workers. Her father worked in the Department of Mysteries, and her mother worked in the Department of Magical Accidents and Catastrophes, doing whatever needed done there. Her father never spoke of his work, and her mother spoke very little about hers. She, as a child, always felt quite out of the loop. She assumed her father and mother spoke quietly together about their dailies, but they never spoke to her about them. She felt like she didn’t know them very much, due to the fact that she never knew what they did all day.

Bella in her later years, as an adult and minister worker, found out some interesting things about her parents, they were honored many times for their excellence of work. Their performance was the highest the ministry had seen, besides from the ages of the Potter’s. She always admired that, her father had passed away two years ago, and her mother, actually last year around this very time. Aphira, however, completely different, she assumed, due to the fact that she had never really said anything relating to her parental figures. She knew she had them, but didn’t know anything about them.

Bella, lost in thoughts of her own design, she broke her gaze at the fire, and back to the Dark Goddess beside her, and smiled. As another flash of lighting and boom of thunder echoed throughout the room and the land.