Bellatrix, she was the eldest of her sisters, she’d always been determined to prove herself to everyone in her family, the desire to actually hear a proud tone in her parent’s voices which otherwise are so monotone. After all, proving herself was all she ever known how to do.

In a family like her own, in the Sacred 28, it didn’t matter that she was the eldest, she still wasn’t the heir, that would always go to the eldest son of the family, which is what had urged her further to prove herself.

Though Getting approval and attention from her family was something that came with bitter prices for nothing but a mere nod in acknowledgment of what she’d done, little slithers of approval.

She’d ensured to get the highest marks in all her classes when it came to the tests, held up her prejudice views for her family but made sure to uphold her reputation to not let the family down, she’d done everything she could to keep it all up, what else was there for her to even prove at this rate? What could she do to make sure she proves herself entirely to her family.

Bellatrix was pacing around the dormitory whilst mumbling to herself before she came to a halt whilst she spun on her heel to face you as if she’d had an idea. “I’ll take the mark” Bellatrix beamed, the dark mark that was, not everyone in her family had it though they were supporters of the dark Lord, but she knew taking it had to get her some more approval.