Aristocratic Girls on holiday.

You are Bellatrix.

You sit in the middle of a large field, the lovely pastel colors of many wildflowers waving around you. Narcissa giggles and beckons to Andromeda, who chuckles a reply. They are making daisy chains and adorning each other with pretty flowers. You aren't. For one, you are older than they are, and wiser. Daisy chains are childish, and they don't go well with your dark tresses curling elegantly over your shoulders. You never indulge in such play, now that you are out of school.

You do like this place, but not because of the flowers. What snags your fancy is the history of this ground. Narcissa interrupts your reverie with a call, "Bella! Come here! We found some blood-red flowers that will go with your hair. Come, try them." Andromeda holds out a chain with the scarlet flowers. You go over to them, but not to humor them by wearing their flowers. This bright day does not go well with your dark mood.

You hear the words coming out of your mouth, but can't stop them, "Those flowers aren't the only thing that is blood-red about this field, girls." You can't help it; someone should share your dark mood. Mother will punish you for scaring your sisters in the middle of the holidays, but you don't care, much. "This is a battle plain. Knights and yeomen both have bled to death in the very place you are sitting, Cissy."

She jumps up and stares at the ground in horror but you only smile nastily and continue. "I can almost hear their dying moans; almost see their entrails strewn across your precious flowers. They probably stomped them all flat with their marching and fighting. Great broadswords whirled so fast that they whistled on their way to chop off a head or an arm or a leg. The cries of fatally wounded men and horses, even kings have died here. That's why those red flowers grow here; they drank up all that blood that soaked into the ground and turned from harmless white flowers into red, poisonous ones."

Andromeda dropped her handful of the flowers hurriedly. You aren't done yet, though. "After the battles, the victorious army would come back out to give all their fallen a proper burial, but they left the enemy to rot." Narcissa shuddered. "It's so deliciously ironic that such a pretty place has such a gruesome history, isn't it?"

It is worth it to see the horrorstruck expression on your youngest sister's face. Andromeda is also horrified, but not just about the images you have painted so vividly in their minds. She is shaking mad at you. "I'm going to tell Mother you're scaring Cissa," She threatens.

"I'd like to see you try," you sneer, "Father wanted to visit this place just because it was a battlefield. They know all about it; it's written on the monument by the tree line. It's not my fault Nacissa is such a baby."

"Fine!" She huffs. "Come on, Cissa, let's leave Bellatrix alone."

You lean back and relish your solitary thoughts of all that anguish.