The fine line...

Stream of Consciousness


Ava Mendez stood staring at the scarlet engine that was the Hogwart’s Express. Considering that she had never seen it before, it seemed very familiar to her. She looked around the platform at the bustle of the other Hogwart’s students. Most were still in muggle attire, saying goodbye to their families, lugging heavy trunks and cages full owls and the like.

She shifted uncomfortably on the spot. Not one to ever really feel nervous about anything, Ava found the whole situation a bit confronting and intimidating, which left her a bit uneasy. But then, it wasn’t every day that she started a brand new school after six years in one place.

‘Best be off to settle in the train then,’ she thought, and made her way on board. By now most of the front carriages had filled out so she headed towards the back, deciding that there would be time to make friends later and for the time being settled for some alone time.

Noticing that the entire back carriage was a completely empty, Ava chose a compartment towards the back and got comfortable. She pulled a copy of ‘Hogwarts: A History” and began reading, hoping that no one would make an attempt to bother her until she got to school.

Suddenly the train seemed to go quiet, and Ava put down her book to poke her head out the door and find if there was a problem. As she scanned up the hallway, all she could see was a group of people walking up the train towards her, and a heap of younger students scampering back in their compartments to avoid getting in the way.

Ava had done her research and immediately recognised the group as Slytherins, so it didn’t surprise her that everyone was trying to avoid them. The Slytherin reputation was not a good one and Ava was sure that this particular group had made no effort to shake the bad image that the house had earned over the years. In fact, it seemed as though they were doing everything they could to uphold the image.

Ava scoffed. She hated people who thought they were better than anyone else, and here were these people, seemingly the same age as her, acting as though they owned the place.

‘Look at them strutting their stuff, think they’re so bloody great,’ she thought, then laughed quietly to her self as she thought of how appropriate the scene would look in slow motion.

She shook her head and was just about to turn backing to her carriage when she noticed who was walking at the front of the group. There was a blonde boy, had to be a seventh year, his icy cold eyes staring at the girl next to him, an arrogant smirk imprinted on his face.

‘Must be a Malfoy.’ The thought came in to her head quickly, and Ava was lost in a moment of confusion as to where it came from. As far as she was aware, she had never heard the name Malfoy in her life, so how did she know this? The confusion was only short lived and the fact that she somehow all of a sudden knew everything about this random man was pushed aside as something in the back of her head told her there was no need to question it further.

It was then that she noticed her. Bellatrix Lestrange… the voice danced through her head again and Ava found herself mysteriously knowing all about a stranger again. And just like it had previously, all doubts were pushed aside but this time she didn’t question it because she was completely caught off guard at just how amazingly attractive she was.

“Fuck me…” She found herself saying out loud as she studied the woman walking towards her. She was slightly taller than the average girl, almost equalling Malfoy in height. Her hair was as black as her name, half pulled up at the back with the rest of it flowing down her back in waves, just stopping before it reached where the hem of her skirt would be. She had her robes fully open, and Ava could see that the skirt was just like the school one Ava was wearing, but exceptionally shorter, showing off her long, perfectly toned legs that were covered up to the knee in her school socks. As Ava’s eyes moved back up her body, she noticed that her school shirt was only half tucked in and didn’t do all the way up. This combined with the fact that it was just that little bit too tight showed off her breasts perfectly, emphasized by the loose Slytherin tie around her long, slender neck.

Ava swallowed hard. She began to wonder if she’d seen someone so hot in real life before, but the second her eyes finally moved up to Bellatrix’s face, she knew she hadn’t. Her face was rather pale with beautiful cheekbones and she had a strong jaw line with perfectly shaped dark red lips that, just like Malfoy, held an arrogant smirk. But it was her eyes that really caught Ava’s attention. They were dark and hooded naturally, but Bellatrix had accentuated this with heavy eye make up. Her actual eyes, which Ava assumed were blue, were so dark that from this distance they almost appeared black as well.

Ava was absolutely stunned and was overwhelmed by the feeling of lust that seemed to build up out of no where. She watched silently, mouth gaping slightly, at the sight of Bella running her hand across the wall and whimpered slightly when she saw her long fingers grab the chest of some random girl. She ducked back inside her compartment before they saw that she was there, leaning against the door after she slammed it.

She got back up and sat in her seat, trying to gain some composure. She had always known that she had a small attraction to women, but never before had anyone, male or female, had that affect on her.

‘Alright Ava, time to pull yourself together. You know what she’ll be like, you don’t want to go getting involved with her,’ the reasoning side of her was saying. She knew it was true and decided that she would not let herself get too involved with the girl. She’d just been caught off guard this time. ‘Shouldn’t be too hard to pretend she doesn’t exist,’ she though, sighing heavily and picking up her book again.

It wasn’t long before Ava had forgotten all about Bellatrix Lestrange and was lost in the history of the school that was to become her new home for the next year. She didn’t even seem to notice the noise coming from the compartment next to her, where the rowdy Slytherin’s were shouting and laughing. Nor did she notice when Bellatrix walked straight past her compartment

The clouds outside darkened and Ava began to get drowsy. She wanted nothing more than to doze off, but having never taken the journey to Hogwart’s before, she had no idea how long was left of the train ride and figured it would be better to stay awake in case she missed something. It wasn’t long before the words in her book slowly began to meld together as she drifted off.

The loud sound of the carriage door slamming outside jolted Ava from her slumber. She coughed to try and clear her throat, picked up her book and went about reading, as though she was trying to pretend she had never fallen asleep in the first place. Quite an odd thing to do considering that there was no one around to accuse her of it anyway.

Suddenly Ava felt someone watching her, and out the corner of her eye she could see that her compartment door had been opened. Turning her head to get a proper look at what had caused it to open; she saw the legs of another person. She swallowed hard as she realised that they were the same legs she had been staring at earlier, and slowly raised her head to meet the cold, dark eyes of Bellatrix Lestrange…

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A/N: I know the story didn't actually progress, but things needed to be seen from both sides. Plus I wanted to get my image of how Bella looks out in the open *swoons*

To Crow, let's just say that there will be some intense rivalry involving Malfoy and leave it at that for now.

I've got all the key points in my head, I'm just trying to fill in the gaps as fast as I can.

Cheers