A/N: Random drabble that my Creative Writing Club members and I did last year...Every time the type is changed, a new author's writing is present. (None of the authors are the same, every single one is different, so for example, the bold writing isn't done by the same person.) Enjoy!
Eragon, Bellatrix Lestrange, and Aslan were all sitting at the round table having tea and crumpets. Bellatrix stirred her tea menacingly and glared at Eragon. "We are not going to get into this during tea. We're over. Done. I've moved on. Accept it." Eragon ghrew his fist on the table, the crystal shaking, and said, "What is this trechery? What about the time I let you borrow my dragon to guard that one thing for whats-his-name?"
"Ha!" shrieked Bellatrix, "Like I ever needed your dragon-and a fat lot of good it did me, too, you filthy squib!"
Aslan growled and said, "Stop fighting this instant!" Bellatrix matched the growl, "Who put you in charge, fluffy?"
Aslan's eyes narrowed, and his powerful jaws opened to a deafening roar! Bellatrix was blown through a stained-glass window, plunging to the castle courtyard below.
Next thing she knew, se was waking up in a hospital in a full body cast. "What the #$#$# &% happened?" Bellatrix shouted at the innocent doctor.