She grabbed his wrists suddenly, tightly, he could feel her long nails digging into his skin, as she spoke with such a ferocity, such a lovers passion. It was not that Ciaran was scared by her reactions, it was more that he was wary of her. He always knew that she was a bit insane, a bit worse for wear, rough around the edges then most people. She spoke her mind and was blunt, not like any of the sappy girls that made up most of the girl population at Hogwarts, Bella was different, he liked the edge in her. But he wondered if joining the Dark Lord's group was more then eradicating the mudbloods, but was a pull towards insanity. The killing of the spider with a maniac laughter, the passion she spoke of the Dark Lord himself seemed to have a lovers tinge. No he was not scared, just leery.

There was no pain in his wrists, one must try harder to do harm to Ciaran, her grabbing on to his wrists, and wrenching them from across his chest was more of a irksome act, like the buzz of a gnat. He could of easily twisted himself from her grasp, but he was more shocked from the act and the way she spoke, that made him listen to her raptly without a regard in pulling away. It was closer to the end of her rant, just as she let go of his wrists he pulled away, both of them coming apart at the same time. He admired her passion, her ferocity, but he could not help but feel disgusted with her. There were so many holes in her argument for her lover, for he was sure thats what he must be. She spoke in a rapid pace with no regard to what she was saying. Ciaran thought the Death Eaters where supposed to be bringing in more people, helping the Dark Lord to power. If that was the case, she was doing a poor job in bringing the Wickhams over to the dark side.

Ciaran was not quick to anger as his sister was. One must fully push his buttons to get him to react, most pranks and jinxes where for his own amusement and not to cause revenge. Most revenge jinxes where for his sister, for she normally came whining to him, and he could not help but help her if he saw one of her victims in the hall way. But Bella's wrath towards him, the flashes of anger in her eyes, where bringing his blood to boil to match her own. As her slender fingers let go of his wrist and her eyes narrowed to slits, he slowly raised to his knees and then on to his feet. His own hands swept grass and dirt off of his pants and he straightened his own buttoned shirt out. He would not succumb to her level of insanity. For he knew from past experience that it was useless to have an argument with Bellatrix Black, it was her way or the highway. She had that way of arguing where she ignored whatever you were saying and kept on yelling about her own damn opinion. It was a futile gesture in trying to even get a word in. And it hadn't even been his fault.

He paused before he spoke, and he spoke in a quiet and serious tone. One that said do not mess with me. Ciaran was not afraid of Bella yes she did a mean jinx, but no he was not scared of the pain. Most would start off with a snide remark discussing how they could talk about anyone they wanted, it was a typical Slytherin slur, but he knew this would just make her even more mad. He did not want that, it was not his intent. He was just tired of her not hearing his own opinion. He turned around to face Bella and looked down at her slightly from his height. "If purebloods cannot keep to purebloods then it is their own fault?" He spoke her own words back at her. "You speak to eradicate the cases that don't keep with your own blood do you not? But yet you follow one who is not of pureblood. His own mother of pure blood slept with a muggle. He is of blood, of communion, that your group, that you speak so passionately about erasing from this earth. Wouldn't that in itself by hypocrisy?" He spoke this last word with venom. He agreed that purebloods should stick to purebloods and that half bloods and mud bloods were disgusting and did not deserve to walk in the magical world. He could agree in a group, in removing these breeds out, if the whole movement did not make sense. That it was taken in a serious tone, no he could not be moved to stand by so passionately to someone who was of the same race he wanted to eradicate. The Dark Lord was just twisting people around his pinky, giving them what they wanted and told them what they wanted to hear. Did no one see the flaw?

Wickham. The word was spat out like venom and in that moment Ciaran would not help but think she sounded exactly like her sister. He kept his mouth shut. Bella did not like to be compared to her beautiful prissy sister. Bella was cruel when it came to people comparing her to Naricissa. Ciaran had never been on the receiving end of her sister jinxes, but he had seen them - they weren't pleasant.

The next words to come out of Bella's red lips were petty. She dared to compare him to her good for nothing cousin who had the nerve to still call himself a Black. He was nothing like the fifth year Sirius. Complete opposites. Ciaran knew with his pride and lack of ambition to join the Dark Lord, he was still ten times the man then Sirius Black. It was a petty comment, one intentionally to rile a person up and get them to fight back. He was raised with tidbits and analyzations of conversations and fights from his Father. It was part of his training to be a businessman. He also saw how his sister pushed peoples buttons. Ciaran knew what Bella was up to and part of him wanted to get angry to fight back - it was the side that was conceited, his dignity. His ego that had been bruised by being compared to Sirius Black. His rationale told him not to get angry - that it is what Bella wanted. Exactly like she wanted him to leave as well. He knew that she was annoyed by him and when Bella got annoyed she wants to be alone. Which seemed to be practically all the time.

Ciaran thought about leaving. walking away with the last snappy comeback, an evil glare over his shoulder. Leave her to fume over the words that he said. Walk back up to the school through the green lands and up the stony steps and shut the wooden door behind himself. Do as she wished just like a puppy dog with its tail between its legs. A pure blood Wickham would do no such thing.

Instead he raised his eyebrow slightly, he crossed his arms against his chest accentuating his broad shoulders and defined muscles. He stood tall above her.

"I find it odd that we condemn anyone who has tampered with a muggle, an offspring of such coupling, or a pureblood not in Slytherin house such as your sister - who begs forgiveness. But when one steps in and kills his Father that redeems him of all his sins. No Bella I don't believe in your lovers cause full heartedly. I will not put my life into a cause that has so many holes in it. But if the Dark Lord can offer a business transaction other then the cure of the pureblood race. I will be interested, but until then I will not jump in enthusiastically to devote my love to someone I don't think has a right. I'm sorry but I am not like your precious fiancée." He spoke these last words with steel in his voice and a burning rage contained tightly in his eyes. His back was rod straight, his muscles tensed. Oh he knew very well what Ruldophus had done over the summer. Unfortunately the Lestrange did not realize that Lucius was closer to him then Ruldophus. People trusted him, he had a way with people, that Ruldophus would never know. Ciaran was suave which made him trustworthy.