Written for halffictionalprincess's Weekly Family Challenge
Week One: Black Family
Character: Bellatrix
Prompt: Green Eyed Monster
Obsidian eyes narrowed, malice oozing from her very pores as Bellatrix stood at the entrance of the Slytherin common room, watching Andromeda giggle softlyat some sort of dribble coming out the mouth of Quinton Sharpe. Sharpe was a fair looking bloke, made even fairer by his recent snag of the vacant Keeper position on the House Quidditch team. Rustic of hair, muscular of frame, and pure of blood, he was one of the top five boys whose names were whispered in the girls' dorms late at night.
And he was chatting her sister up.
Crossing the room in but a few short, furious strides, she all but threw herself into the seat directly across from the two, unceremoniously announcing her arrival.
"Bella?" Andromeda whispered, brows furrowing though there was a subtle widening of her eyes as she took in the look on her sister's face. If looks could kill, the Slytherin Quidditch team would be in dire need of a new Keeper. "What are you doing here?"
"If memory serves me right the Hat placed me here before it did you, no? Sharpe. How's tricks?"
Whether it was the tone of her voice, the way her black eyes were licking into him like roaring flames, or a combination of the two, it was enough to make the boy in question inch a safe distance away from the middle Black sister, leaning back on the leather sofa in a poor attempt at being casual.
"Evenin' Bella. Fancy seein' you in here so early. I was just havin' a word with Andy here. She's a pretty sweet girl." Despite the innocence of the words, the eldest sister Black did not miss the smirk and leer that accompanied them and it made her hand itch to reach for her wand. The gossamer thread on her composure, by Salazar's grace, managed to hold, however. Despite the green eyed monster within her viciously clawing at the fragile strand.
"I see. Unfortunately for you, I need to borrow my sweet little sister for a spell. Family stuff."
The protest died on Andromeda's lips as Bella gripped her wrist nearly hard enough to bruise it. She allowed herself to be all but dragged to the entrance of the girls' dorms, leaving an open mouthed Quinton behind.
"What's your problem Bella?" Andromeda groused, glaring at her sister the moment the door to the fifth year girls' room was slammed shut.
"As if I wouldn't have a problem with my sister acting like an infatuated twit? Think Sharpe is fit, do you? You'd just be another notch in his broom. Its a wonder the thing can fly right as is."
Andromeda snorted, rolling her eyes at Bellatrix's dramatics and the utter hypocrisy of her statement, "You're one to talk."
"This isn't about me," said Bella through clenched teeth, "Pretend to be oblivious if you want to. But know this, if I ever see Sharpe so much as glance in your direction again he'll learn very quickly that sweetness doesn't run in the family."