{`lay like bones by the ocean}

[beatrix bingham]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,300,true] where the waves crash contempt on the land ... Beatrix studied the room around her, trained eyes on every darkened corner, or rounded slope if she wanted to be accurate. Obviously no danger was lurking among the owls, waiting for a moment to strike, but one could never be too careful in her profession. She'd been entrusted and instructed to never leave her guard down. Stepping semi-cautiously into the room she ducked down as three owls swooped down in succession, each heading for the blue sky outside. Pulling her wand from her sleeve she make a quick job of cleaning the mess from the floor so as to not ruin her brand new shoes. Dusting off one of the window seats, she set to work on her letter home. Obviously she could have used her own owl instead of coming all the way to the owlery but the chance that anyone would notice the fair-feathered creature was one she wasn't willing to take. No, the whole point of being uncover was to stay undercover. Quill to paper, she began to scratch words focusing on making it more of a note rather than a letter. There was another reason why she would have chosen to stay hidden away in the castle, a reason so had no desire to confront at the present time. Her younger sister, Arden, was the type of company that immediately caused a migraine to pulse deep within her mind. While, yes, she did love her sister (as any sister should) the idea of talking to the girl caused Beatrix to roll her shoulders uncomfortably. Reaching the end of her reason to be in the vicinity, Beatrix stood tucking her wand and quill away. She blew on the wet ink slightly caused it to dry faster before rolling the parchment up. After giving the chosen owl a treat, Beatrix tied the roll to its leg watching when it's when spread to guide it out of one of the windows. Taking a deep breath Beatrix brushed off her clothing and hands, smoothed her hair and walked towards the open door. Just as she took her first step past the threshold she collided with a small object bouncing off it and stumbling backwards. "Oh, please watch-." She began, but stopped as she looked up. Cursing in her mind she took in a deep breath again, holding it within her lungs before speaking one word. "Arden."

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someone was trembling for fear of the tempest

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notes. i finally posted it! haha, sorry it took so long.-

[arden bingham]

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Only a few days ago had Arden been made aware of her sister's presence. And this most certainly wasn't welcome news. She had cringed when she read those words, immortalized in ink, on the parchment that her parents at sent her. The message had been curt, almost an order, as it told her of her sister's need to be employed somewhere where the Ministry was nearby so she could continue her magical training to become an auror. It was disgusting. She sat in her room, silently by herself, awaiting the day she felt her sister's presence on the grounds of Beauxbatons. When the Bingham blood came within her vicinity, Arden could sense it for whatever reason. She remained in her room, the door locked with the most privacy she could have. An advantage to her sister's presence at the school was that no one would really know her. She wasn't a student at Beauxbatons thankfully, and that gave Arden her own little advantage. Although she only knew most from her house, and mostly only the boys, she knew that her sister would have a strange time fitting in with her own standards for people and her high level of class that she nearly always held over Arden's head.

Running a hand through her brown locks that morning, she stared at hre reflection in the mirror as she slipped her necklace over her head. It rested comfortably on her breast as she continued to prepare herself for the weekend. She was going to avoid the library and probably a send a letter home to her parents explaining the stupidity of the situation, knowing full well that the auror program was better in London, her sister should just stay there. Arden sat down at her desk and began to scribble away. Mom & Dad, Why is Beatrix here? She should be in London. It's better there. Did she not get accepted or something? I would love it if there could be a further explanation why she chose to become a librarian at the Beauxbatons school when other schools would better suit her personality. Like Durmstrang, perhaps. Arden She didn't dare speak back to them, and the use of a formal tone was the only one her parents really accepted from her. They were very high class, and although Arden didn't like to flaunt it, she kind of figured many other students were like her in that sense. She tucked some strands of hair behind her ear as she closed the dormitory door behind her, grabbing a burgundy cardigan to throw over her bare shoulders and back. As she walked through the Sournois common room, she waved and smiled at some of her comrades, before exiting into the damp dungeons. With the heat upon them, they were becoming more and more stuffy. Thankfully the common room was airy enough that the heat didn't trouble her, but the corridors in the dungeons were a whole other story.

At her leave from the dungeons, she felt a release of air and pressure. She sighed in relief as she began to make her way towards the Owlery. She just wanted to get the message across as soon as possible to perhaps have her parents talk her sister into leaving. Arden would be more pleased with that situation over any other. As she walked up the stairs, she stared down at her note, re-reading what she had scrawled messily along the parchment. There were little blotches of ink everywhere, but she didn't care. So long as her parents took the time away from giving her sister's the attention they didn't need... well, then they'd be fine. As she rounded the corner to the Owlery, she collided with someone and stumbled back a few steps. "Ouch, sorry-" she glanced up and realized who, exactly, she had bumped into as a grimace began to slide over her features. "Never mind." she said curtly, brushing past her sister without another glance. She whistled a few times, and a few owls swooped downwards towards her. She allowed one to land in front of her as she dug a treat out of her pocket and let the creature nibble it out of the palm of her hand. She brushed her fingers over its feathers before strapping the note to its claws. She gave it a quick pat and let it fly out of the open window. "Well, see you." she said emotionlessly as she began to make her way to the door.

TAGGED: beatrix bingham
NOTES: supes excited to get these two started >:]

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[beatrix bingham]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,300,true] where the waves crash contempt on the land ... "Wait." she said simply, catching the arm of her youngest sister. Tugging it with more force than she intended, Beatrix turned Arden around to face her, stepping in front of the door so she couldn't leave. Obviously seeing Beatrix had been the last thing she'd wished to do but the fact of the matter was that they were both there, staring at one another. "Leaving so soon?" she asked, finally releasing her hold on the girl. "You've only just arrived and you won't even give me a proper greeting?" The look upon Arden's face did nothing to make Beatrix act in a kind way to her, only made her momentarily forgotten anger rise and boil beneath her skin. "You must have known I was here, as rumors seemingly spread quickly around the halls of this school." She leaned against the door frame, intent on standing there for the duration of their conversation. Reciting the small announcement made at the beginning of the week Beatrix glared at the girl in front of her, a smirk gracing her similar features. "There is also a new addition to the staff this term, Beatrix Bingham will serve as your newest Librarian, so if you all could give her a warm welcome to our school." She sniffed slightly, staring outside the window, concentrating on the blue sky surrounding them. "You of all people must have found that just enjoyable." She chuckled, "or not." "So, sweet sister. Am I right in guessing that was a petty letter of complaint to our dear parents? Did you tell mummy and daddy how much you disagreed with this arrangement? I'm guessing you did. You often find that running to them will solve your problems, always have." Shifting her weight to her other leg, she stared at her sister. "Well I am sorry to tell that they had nothing to do with this. I was asked to come here for the last bit of my training. London would have sufficed but since there are so many there and so little here, I jumped at the opportunity." Crossing over, she brushed a few feathers from Arden's shoulder. Tutting, she attempted to fix her sisters hair over her bare shoulders. "A little early for such clothing don't you think?" If there was one thing that caused Beatrix to cringe, it was how her sister dressed. A beautiful girl obviously, she only wished she would learn that some things were meant to be a secret. "Well anyway, once I remembered that this was your new school, I couldn't imagine not taking this chance to spend some time with you." "Oh, do wipe that look off your face. Scowl's don't look good on anyone." Waving away her sister's coldness, she stood in her spot by the door once again. "You would think that after so long one would be happy to see their oldest sister again. But not you. You certainly have no manners. Perhaps, it's the new friends you've made. They do seemed to have changed you and not for the better." Matching her glare, she waited by the door, refusing to move even a little. "Come now. Do say something."

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someone was trembling for fear of the tempest

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notes. ooh, snap. this will be fun xD sorry if there are any errors.-

[arden bingham]

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Her sister's grip on her arm was tight. Arden jerked her arm away, a grimace on her face when she took a few steps away from her psycho sibling. Glaring at her she rubbed the spot where her fingers had curled around the Sournois girl's small arm. "Excuse me?" she blurted out, kindling the flames that heated her anger at her sister's sudden reappearance in her life. "What makes you think I even care?" she sighed, nursing her growing headache. Something about having her siblings around made her head begin to burst in agony. The only one she could tolerate was Amanda, because she was the only one who really listened to what Arden said instead of twisting the words that came out of her lips into what she waned to hear. To Arden, Beatrix was the epitome of the first born child. She represented the self centered, cocky one who did everything first. Just because you managed to exit the womb and be created first didn't really mean much to Arden - but perhaps that was because she was last and her sister's had already done everything. By the time Arden had learned the walk, her sister was participating in track and field events. When Arden spoke her first words, her sisters were competing in spelling bees and acing spelling tests. Things just seemed to already be a sort of been-there-done-that type of situation. When she had her first crush at the awkward age of eleven, her sisters were out at their wizarding schools, sending pictures of them and their countless older, boy friends and crushes. Things just seemed so miniscule. And as much as she always sort of looked up to the general idea of older siblings, they mostly looked down on her as the baby. The one who was just too young to take out, the one who was "too young to understand". That phrase was the motto of her life in the Bingham family. Maybe when you're older her sisters and her parents would tell her. Definitely not the favourite.

"And yet, whenever I would run to them, they seemed to only have time for their one and only princess." she scoffed, shaking her head in dismay. Had Beatrix really thought Arden to be Mommy and Daddy's little girl? She was far from it. When her curfew had been enacted when she turned thirteen, it was clear that she wasn't going to obey it. Her parents never really cared, they just wanted to make sure that the rest of the girls had had a great dance class or piano lesson or theatrical debut. Whatever the case, Arden didn't partake. She was the only one of the Bingham girls not to attend the coveted Charm school in their district. It was clear from the start that Arden wanted to be the least like her family as possible. She was currently the ugly duckling in a family of such poised and perfect swans. Successful, strong... well, that was how she saw them. Apparently they saw her as some sort of baby who wanted nothing more than to get help from those who brought her into this world. "As far as you're concerned, you aren't." she snapped.

Concerning her wardrobe, Arden had certainly thrown herself into it when she was able to buy her own clothes. She used her parents' money of course, considering the family was rich. Despite not being the favourite, she got her little credit card when she was fifteen and was able to spend Daddy's money like all those Bingham girls before her. But instead of spending it on practical clothes and classic pieces, especially like Beatrix had - the timeless, classy daughter she was - Arden had head towards a more edgy, up-and-coming approach. Although it required keeping up with the trends, she was generally able to stay within her budgets while keeping her taste in fashion reachable. Her sister, on the other hand, seemed to manage to find the most boring pieces ever (according to Arden of course) without any pop except perhaps a red shoe here and there. Rolling her eyes, she looked everywhere but at the one person who was attempting to get her attention. Or at least try to rile her up. Arden had to keep her breathing level at a steady pace to prevent her anger levels from rising. She ran a hand through her hair as her sister spoke at her continuously. Classic Beatrix.

"Oh, shove it Bee." Arden snapped, finally giving up on keeping her cool around her. If it was a fight she wanted, it was a fight she would get. "You're fooling yourself if you ever thought you were happy to see me. Ever. Let alone me seeing you at all." she scoffed, shaking her head, half entertained and enraged at her sister's rendition of their history. "When have you ever, seriously been excited to see me?" She rolled her eyes. Arden had never been happy to see her sister. From a very young age, it was clear that Arden and Beatrix wouldn't really get along. Unlike many siblings at Beauxbatons, Arden actually hated hers instead of embraced them. The words 'only child' were so perfect sounding, that anyone without siblings made Arden envious beyond belief. "Say something? Oh, so I'm allowed to talk, am I?" she laughed coolly, not a sound of amusement in her tone. Only this hollow voice speaking as clearly and curtly as she felt. If her sister weren't family, she had half a mind to just shove her down the stone steps behind her. Arden really hated having her around.

TAGGED: beatrix bingham
NOTES: oh goodness, you're doing just fine ^-^ this is getting exciting xD

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[beatrix bingham]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,300,true] where the waves crash contempt on the land ... The harshness of her tone caused Beatrix to scowl. While she wasn't surprised that Arden had snatched her arm back she felt as if the girl was acting overly-childish, especially for her age. "I stand corrected," Beatrix said with a lift of her shoulders, "I only figured you might care a little. But I see you're still as cold as ever." Her attitude was downright dreadful but it barely caused her a moment of shock. From the time she'd been old enough to talk Arden had always found a way to blame someone else for her misfortune. Whether it was her accusations that Beatrix was the favorite child or the notion that their parents had no time for her Beatrix remained baffled by every word the young girl uttered. Letting her mouth fall, she snorted out of disbelief. "You are joking I hope." It seemed that alongside her seriously deluded sense of being Arden had entirely lost her marbles over the years. "Have you been on something the last 12 years?" she asked, throwing her hands in air. "I highly doubt they think of me as their princess Arden. That spot easily belongs to you, even if you don't think so." Things had always seemed to be a competition being the Bingham sisters, each and every one of the them seemed to want to be better than the other and this included Arden whether she liked to admit it or not. "Such harsh words." Placing a hand on her chest she feigned her offense, "You really aren't the cheerful type are you sister? Then again I'm not surprised. You never really were one to crack a smile around your family." "And you're wrong." Turning away from her, she eyed the now cloudy sky through one of the windows. "I'd actually been excited to see you. Until I remembered how much of a moody, arrogant, little-," she cut herself off not wanting to rile the teenager up anymore than already had. "You know what? I don't have to explain myself to you. You're the student, I'm the adult here." She had never turned as slowly as she was now and her eyes became fixed on the face of her youngest sister. "I suggest you change your attitude Arden. I'm no longer just your sister. I'm the superior in this situation and you wouldn't want to upset me would you?" She grinned and her eyes glinted with amusement. She knew Arden would continue to push her boundaries, and Beatrix would let her. It didn't take long for things to completely blow up between the two of them. Oh they were definitely sisters and their banter only proved that fact.

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someone was trembling for fear of the tempest

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notes. omg five million years later i reply xD sorry about that.-