Bellatrix Black (childofblack) wrote in fourteenshades, @ 2013-12-08 17:42:00 |
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Entry tags: | x-bellatrix black, x-peter pettigrew |
Who: Bellatrix and Peter
What: Blowing things up
When: Sunday afternoon
Where: Outside the walls
Rating: PG-13? TBD
Bellatrix was in a mood.
She had told Narcissa that she was fine with Evan's disappearance, with Rodolphus' short stay, but it had been quite the blatant lie. She wasn't sad, per se. She was angry. She was annoyed. And she was tired of hearing everyone mope about the loss of their loved ones, most of whom she had been more than glad to see disappear as soon as they had come.
Bellatrix had her moments when she lost composure. She had gotten so irritated with the village when she first arrived, that she had thrown a bit of a tantrum, but she did not cry. She did not sulk about publicly like everyone else seemed so eager to do. It made her skin crawl to read so many pathetic entries, so many people who were so openly vulnerable, just begging someone to pity them. Classless. Tactless. And so bloody obnoxious.
She had reigned it in as long as possible, until she felt certain she was going to destroy their home. Narcissa would not approve, and the fact that she didn't bother to tell her where she had disappeared to would probably make things worse, but she needed to release the tension that had been steadily building inside of her, and she was heading out to do it the only way she knew how.
She approached the clearing calmly, remembering Evan's smug smile the last time they had been here, the way he perched upon the stones and sought to improve her skills. That stone was her first target, a red flash of light pouring from her wand as it exploded into hundreds of pieces. The boom frightened the birds from their trees, and she watched them flee with pleasure as the shards of rock and the dust started to settle.
It wasn't enough, though, and her wand trained on one of the trees, green flames engulfing it. Not enough. Her arm shook as she struggled to uproot it, watching the trunk tremble in time with her wand, until with a cry, it came forth, flying into the center of the clearing with a satisfying crunch. She staggered backward as it crashed, hardly managing to maintain her balance.
Dark eyes settled on the scene, emerald flames mirrored in her gaze. "Better," she muttered, struggling to catch her breath.