AN: For the Secret Battle Competition. Used 4 out of 5 prompts.
Madness Brings Us Closer
On a warm summer's day, four young girls sat on the well-groomed grass around a small lake. Naturally, there was a picnic blanket between their expensive robes and the filthy earth, even though no picnic was involved.
They merely chatted, commenting on the wizarding school three of them attended, and which the youngest was to attend in the following year. At first, the four of them had been excited, but as conversation drifted towards boys and became sprinkled with giggles, the two oldest girls gradually lost interest.
Thus, after a few more moments, the chubbiest of the pair resolved to take the skinnier for a walk, to show the latter around new parts of the former's family's country house.
At long last, they returned. One sported a black eye; the other a bleeding nose, along with a tuft of red hair that she clutched tightly in her hand, like the severed head of a defeated opponent.
"Bella, what have you done!" gasped her youngest sister. "Mother told you not to pick fights while we're here!"
"Hush, Cissy, Mother won't know about this, unless you tell her."
"You know I wouldn–" said Cissy.
"I'll be sure to tell your mother, Black," barked the teenager with the black eye.
"Yeah, tell her how I beat the crap out of you!" replied Bella. "She'll be proud of me for fighting that sort of scum!"
The other two girls, watching the scene with wide eyes, thought of asking what had caused the brawl, but knowing their sister, they found it more prudent to stay silent. There were not many more yells and threats anyway, for a loud pop interrupted the quarrel.
A house-elf had just appeared to check on its owners' guests. Taking in his surroundings, its enormous eyes were filled with fright.
"I-is young mistress l-liking ice for h-her eye?" it squeaked, trembling.
"No. This is a battle scar," answered the 'young mistress'. "Just bring us some pumpkin juice. That is, bring the three of us some pumpkin juice."
"There are four of us! Bring me some too, elf!" commanded Bella, seething with rage, but the creature ignored her.
"It won't take orders from you, Black."
That was enough for Bellatrix, who always got what she wanted and who was already furious at her hostess, to lose control. She let out a piercing scream of angry frustration. Suddenly the formerly bright blue sky turned a dark grey and a very strong wind started howling around them.
The poor house-elf still stood there, shaking worse than ever; Bella's two sisters quickly fled into the house, but the other teen stayed to watch.
The wind began to blow in circles, forming a sort of miniature hurricane that had already engulfed the tea towel and now moved towards the elf and its owner. The chubby girl managed to sprint out of its way, but the ugly little creature was helplessly swept into the air. The elf whirled violently, begging for mercy – something its torturer lacked.
Instead of heeding those pleas, she simply watched the tragedy in great amusement, clearly pleased with the results of her accidental magic. Then, the other young witch, who seemed to have left their grudge behind, joined Bellatrix in her mad cackling that was nothing like a fourteen-year-old's innocent laugh.
On that warm summer's day, Alecto Carrow decided Bellatrix was her favourite of the Black sisters.
AN: Surely Alecto's already been kissed by Dementors/died and won't mind me telling her teenagehood stories, right? RIGHT?! That woman really does scare me, I'm not kidding.
'Nyways, I'm possibly endangering my life, so you'd better make it worth it with your lovely reviews :D