The female witch turned her attention away from Aminia. Zylee was so tired of being told that she was not a part of other death eaters' business. She did not, however misunderstand them, or blame them- oddly- for what they thought about her. After all, none of the individuals knew how much she had risked of her life over the past eight years for the Dark Lord, Zylee Black's one and only leader. She would be told what to do by him only; if anyone stood in her way, she would knock them to the ground in whatever way possible, even if it required getting her hands dirty. The young witch got to her feet, the long and slender chains dangling from her tight fitted jeans rattled with her movement. Green eyes hadn't yet stared back in the direction of Ms. Lestrange; she refused to give the girl that much incentive to mock her for whatever deeds she thought made her greater. Zylee scoffed at that thought, appearing highly annoyed at the thoughts passing her mind. As if someone could actually pass her up and take her place at the Dark Lord's side. NO. She wouldn't have that sort of thing concluding in her mind. Ms. Black was going too deep into things, her mind always calculating every way her opponent could betray her or use there power against her. She assumed it was because of the accuracy of her thoughts that made her the talented Death Eater she was.
Green eyes closed for a mere moment, pursued by a hushed groan. Zylee realized that this girl was too naive to understand anything about her; she couldn't begin a conversation with the girl without stopping to explain the exact details she didn't want to spare a single moment thinking on. She turned her head in the direction of the window to her left. Another flash of lightning rippled through the starlit black sky, the rain sprinkling the window to a point where it was almost impossible to see out the transparent glass through all the droplets. The wheels in Zylee's complex mind began to turn again without her notice, she could never seem to stop it from happening; her mind controlling her actions more than it should. For instance, she would have never have allowed herself to speak with this witch in front of her, in any form of a conversation, but yet, she found her lips moving, uttering words at an octave almost impossible to hear, "Are you here to inform me of something or are you simply trying to excuse me from this table so that you may accompany it, because I certainly wont sit around here in your presence".
by Guest Wed Jun 17, 2009 8:12 pm
