Who: Obi-Wan and Bellatrix When: Monday Morning, Oct. 7 Where: Near a supermarket What: Obi angers a pregnant witch, which is apparently a very bad thing to do. Get himself turned into a cat. Yes. Rating/Warning: PG for Magical Violence Status: Complete Note: This was written back before Bellatrix ran off into the sunset, but was held onto for timing reasons. But, like it says, it takes place now.
Bellatrix was in a foul mood. The sort of mood that usually led to Bad Things(™) to any who might cross her, and boy, did she hope someone would cross her. The witch crossed the street, terrorized a small dog that she passed, and then made her way into the market. Sometimes one had to do something drastic. Sometimes one had to get something for themselves
Sometimes you really bloody needed watermelon and peanut butter.
For Obi-Wan, it was usually chocolate cake and curry--though not simultaneously. He, too, had many times cut across the street in sudden need of a dish that would satisfy. What with Padme flirting with Anakin... well, today he needed chocolate cake. A lot of it. In fact, that was printed exactly in the thought bubble over his head: I need chocolate cake.
And the witch nearly ran into the Jedi, which set her off, cursing him and flailing a hand in his direction, before storming off into the store, a near literal rain cloud over her head.
The woman was petite, but not so much that Obi-Wan didn’t see her coming. In fact he did, very clearly. He simply wasn’t in the habit of altering his course for a stormcloud. That and he wasn’t in the best of moods himself. He clenched his teeth as she rumbled past. The thought cloud flashed a nasty word.
“What do you want, Lovey?” She snarled, looking at him from under hair the color of night.
It would take more than that to intimidate him, but the woman was spooky nonetheless. Obi-Wan glared right back. “Try not to mow anyone over inside,” he said curtly.
There was an old comedy joke, about some women needing to come with rattles as a warning before they strike. If Bellatrix was a snake, and not just snake-tongued, she would have rattled, just then. Her eyes flashed. “Come again?”
By now, he was decidedly indignant about the whole encounter. It hadn’t taken long. The wise thing to do would be to excuse himself. Obi-Wan could nearly hear Qui-Gon’s voice reminding him that it wasn’t his job to set the universe straight. The thought bubble confirmed it.
“You all but trampled that dog. And the poor old woman trying to walk him.” He had a much shorter fuse than his master.
“They were in my way,” she retorted, straightening her back until her chest threatened to pop open her corset. “I desperately need watermelon and peanut butter.” Pause. “And eye of newt.” She trailed her finger down her throat, eyes dark pools of anger that stared him down.
He wrinkled his nose, taken aback for a moment by the strange ingredients; but his familiarity with witches was limited. In the corner of his eye, the woman and her dog were cowering from a safe distance, afraid to approach the market. “I say you owe her an apology.”
“I’m pregnant,” Bellatrix said. “I owe no one an apology, especially not some yappy dog. Bloody dog. Insulted me.” She pulled something from the top of her corset. It looked like a stick. Or a wand.
A cluster of mixed reactions hit him at once. He took a step back, his eyes unsure where to fall. What was the stick? Why had the woman been hiding it inside her bosom? Did the fact that she was pregnant have any bearing upon this?
“Or you. Bloody fool.” She pointed the wand at Obi-wan, “Do you always berate random strangers on the streets? Prat. So full of yourself. Like a bleedin’ cat.” She twirled the object in a small circle and then laughed. “Oh that’s perfect. Transmogrify!” A bolt of white light flew from her wand.
The bubble over his head flashed ???!!! Obi-Wan barely had enough time to wonder what she'd said or lift his hands to block the lightning. It reminded him far too much of a Sith's powers. The next thing he knew, the ground was flying upward, and the dog that had previously been beholden to him was yipping uncontrollably, it’s surprisingly pointy teeth visible.
Bellatrix cackled, and skipped around Obi-wan. She seemed to be suddenly much larger and more terrifying. “You know, I have a violin that needs restrung!”
His heart was racing with a fear he couldn’t quite pin down. Obi-Wan only knew that the horizon was twirling around him. Backing away from the crazy-eyed woman now required him to dance between her feet, and when he did so, his own limbs made a strange scratching sound on the pavement. He saw his clothing beside him in a heap, right down to his shoes.
The witch laughed again, and brought her foot into Obi’s rib cage. “Shoo! Can’t have kitties around the pregnant lady!”
Obi-Wan backflipped, and in doing so he was just able to see a fluffy ball of white fur swirl around him. And a tail. And… paws. And… Oh, there was the dog again! It had leaped from his owners arms, its yipping now far more ferocious to Obi-Wan’s sensitive ears.
“Run little creature!” Bella cackled, and then turned to continue her trek into the store. She almost immediately put the scene out of her head. She had more important things to worry about.
Obi-Wan, meanwhile, skittered away from the scene like the frantic cat he had suddenly become.