Family outing

[Dympna Bella-Donna]

Every once in a while Dympna thought that it would be a good idea for her Children to get some air. For this she chose placed where most of her children would fit it, where she would fit in. She was sure that the people of Bleak Street would not think her crazy for trying to harness the power of children and turning them into powerful witches and wizards. Never mind that they turned out to be ruthless people with no regard for the people that they stomp on. Dympna herself was that way before she found her love of children.

Today she took only a few of her children out because she knew it would be a big group otherwise. There had been quite a few additions to the manor lately but they where not ready to see the outside of the house yet. The ones that were out where the ones that she thought the most worthy to be out. They where beautiful and they were her's. Dympna lead them down the dark and dank streets laughing softly at a man that though he was scaring people with this stance.

 

[Fantasia Rouge]

Fantasia followed behind her mother with the rest of the children. Not that Fantasia would call herself a child. She was in fact the oldest out of all of them, except William of course. Fantasia cast dark glances with her cold dead eyes at anyone who had the misfortune of looking her way. They would all be beneath her one day, groveling at her feet just to survive. The thought made Fantasia smirk with pleasure, she never smiled. Fantasia brushed a white wisp of hair out of her face, how she hated it. It caused flash backs to a time Fantasia couldn't remember, a time she didn't care to remember.

The young woman was happy to be out of the manor, there had been so many new children there lately. To be aloud out meant she was worthy in the eyes of her mother. This did not surprise Fantasia one bit. She was the youngest and the soul survivor out of all the Rouge's. They hadn't understood her mothers great plans, and had paid the price. Fantasia's gaze landed on the man her mother was laughing at. How interesting weak people could be. Did he honestly think he was scary? Fantasia turned her graze back to the streets in front of her.

 

[Dympna Bella-Donna]

Dympna smiled at her one success that had come from the Rouge set. Fantasia was perfect in every way except for the hair. "I can put your glamor back in place if you'd like my dear." She said with a kind smile on her face. "Pity weak people like that are left to live." She said walking past them. She let two of the girls with her walk over to a window and look in at the items on display. They where not the sort of things that average children would be looking at but then again. There was nothing average about her girls and boys. "How is Drumstrang by the way?" She asked casting a glance at her. Veronica, Dympna's only known biological daughter, attended the same school. There was a chance that Fantasia had met the girl.

 

[Fantasia Rouge]

Fantasia gave her mother a less then sinister smirk and nodded, "That would be lovely mother, thank-you" Fantasia said politely tucking the pesky white hairs behind her ear. Fantasia kept a close eye on the girls who had run off to look at some dark object in a store window, she knew how they felt. Curious about all the things the world had to offer. "Drumstrang is... normal. I'm enjoying my classes." Fantasia replied to her mothers question. Fantasia had chosen to attend Drumstrang because they offered Dark Arts classes rather then Defense Against the Dark Arts. What use would Fantasia have for defense against the darks arts if she knew them? Aurors were jokes. Hadn't they just lost there head of office to the death eaters earlier that year? Fantasia didn't have plans to join the death eaters though. Most of them were cowards using strong and more powerful people to keep them protected. No Fantasia had her own plans for her rise to power.

 

[Naomi Keith]

Naomi had been gripping her mother's hand tightly, as she walked with her mother at the front of the group, and she smirked slightly at the man who thought that he was frightening them with his stance. As her mother had taught her, people like that were pathetic. She wasn't sure what the word pathetic meant, but the way her mother had described it to her was that they weren't worth to live, and Naomi could understand it that way. She was proud that her mother seemed to be proud of her, and pushing a strand of her brown hair out of her eyes, she glared at anyone that seemed to stare at her, they were obviously thinking that she didn't belong here but she didn't care what they thought. She was just glad to be out of the manor, as it was tough for a three year old to be constantly cooped up. She was most likely the youngest that was out today.