his eyes shifted up from his desk, placing the quil down and raising an eyebrow "yes mr malfoy?" snape tilted his head, and watched him.

(Lolz I understand :) I would love to start off :)

*Students bustled within the halls of the grand school of Hogwarts. Heading to their classes, and to the grounds for the outside assignments as well. Within one of the class rooms, McGonagall had shown up and a young girl by her side who looked about 18 years of age.*McGonagall:"Professor Snape, a new student of yours. A sixth year Gryffindor."*She nodded to the young girl, and she walked inside taking her seat with the other Gryffindors who looked to her strangely. The Slytherins already whispering about her.*

Hello Draco*smiles shyly and looks at you* Wonderful to meet you.

*watches you silent*

(no problem hun XD)

"Are you all right, Malfoy?" Hermione watches him, looking rather confused.

"Tell me what your planning to do"he said

"Your up to something"he smirks

[ Awe, thank you! I just wanted to really get descriptive with the starter because I was beginning xD so it's easier to reply to because you have every little detail put and added there so it's less confusing. ]

Bellatrix smirked darkly, it was obvious that he would give a curt nod as she continued on with her cackles, soon glancing at Cissy briefly. Whenever someone agreed with her, she easily took part in the pleasure of being right--which was always; either by force or simply because she was right. But, she couldn't ignore that little fake smile Draco had worn. She just rolled her eyes back and allowed a smile to reform as she chuckled.

"There's nothin' to worry about, Cissy, Draco is smart--he can do this. He had said it himself." she said before looking at Draco, this time not speaking in that kind little mommy-like voice but this time in a rather harsh tone. 

"If you want to kill the Headmaster, show it with pride. You must not show cowardly signs. Tilt your head up, speak loud and raspy; you look like an idiot and a scum if you appear as such!" she said brusquely, but low enough so Cissy wouldn't hear--because if she did, it was no secret that she would immediately drag her out for another boring lecture. Maybe even ban Bellatrix from seeing her nephew again. Leading on after saying those words, she glanced at his tapping fingers before giving a wicked, sickly smile. 

"You've got a good boy, Cissy." Bellatrix spoke with a proud expression, now sitting back in her chair as she sort of bobbed--her normal demonstrations for her insane persona that lingered before the Death Eater.

[ Nah, I totally understand how that is. You get a bit meh when you're gone xD ]

Bellatrix was in the Malfoy Manor; speaking of the task that Draco had given her--the risk to Kill Dumbledore. Bellatrix had complete faith for him. She believed that if it was the Dark Lord's task given to Draco--he should be the one to complete them. However, there was something triggering and annoying Cissy about this thought. She was worried about her poor poor child she had raised for long. She was worried about his life. Because as a perplexed thinker; she knew what was to come if she had taken that step--that step to allow her son to risk his life. To become a murderer.

But Bellatrix! Oh if you were there, the excitement and joy on her face, the flashing of her rusty teeth, the cackles escaping those parched lips for blood...It was madness....

She flaunted the fact that the Dark Lord had chose her nephew to fulfill the task, no matter how much Bellatrix secretly wished to do it herself, to kill her well known Headmaster, her well known leader in her younger years, she allowed the Dark lord's decision be made.

Indeed, it was swallowing Cissy whole as Bellatrix glared at her sister, with almost slits as eyes as she hisses raspy at her. "Cissy! Don't be pathetic, this is an honor!"  she said, as Cissy looked almost revolted at Bellatrix, soon then--Cissy replied.

"He is my son. He is more important then murder. I don't want him to become a monster. I'm worried for him Bellatrix..."

Bellatrix just chuckled at her words, rolling her eyes back. "Stupid. " was all she said before turning her glance at Draco, hoping he would oblige--and if not, Bellatrix would force it mercilessly upon him. "Don't you agree, Draco dear?" Bellatrix said in calm and content, sweet tone, as if she was provoking him to agree.

Tom smirked to Draco, "Mr Malfoy..." His voice was cold and harsh, he had the accent of a noble-man. "Where is your father?" He looked at you seriously.