Written For:
- Day 28 of 366 Days of Writing Challenge: Heartbeat
- Speed Drabble: flying, jumper, "You're incredible."
- Chocolate Frog Cards: Delvin Whitehorn (Challenge): Incorporate someone flying by any means whatsoever into your story. However, it cannot be during Quidditch.
Pairings/Characters: Bellatrix, Narcissa
Word Count: 370
Black Fairy
I'm the new cancer, never looked better, you can't stand it.
"Cissy, wake up," Bellatrix's voice was sudden in Narcissa's ear, waking her from her sleep. Her eyes sprang open and met with Bellatrix's grin in the dark. "I have something amazing to show you!"
Seventeen year old Bellatrix pulled her sleepy younger sister out of bed by the arm, and was rushing over to the door in a heartbeat. Narcissa followed slowly and silently, noticing that Bellatrix was fully dressed, wearing a black mohair jumper, cotton trousers and flat shoes. It was cold outside, but Bellatrix didn't give Narcissa chance to grab her own sweater. "It's okay, we'll only be a few minutes," she insisted, when Narcissa made an attempt to get a coat.
They were in the back garden within minutes, and Bellatrix pushed Narcissa down onto the bench, before stepping back onto the grass. "What are you doing?" Narcissa demanded to know tiredly. It was dark and she could only see Bellatrix from the moonlight, plus it was freezing—she wanted to be back upstairs in her bed.
"Watch what I learnt," Bellatrix insisted. She didn't mention who she'd learned whatever trick she was about to perform from - but she didn't need to. Narcissa knew exactly what circles her eldest sister was part of these days.
Bellatrix cleared her throat and spread her arms, before mumbling a few incoherent incantations under her breath. Nothing happened for a few moments, and Narcissa was about to roll her eyes and head back inside—when suddenly, Bellatrix's feet left the ground.
She floated for a few seconds, before rising higher and higher, until she was flying above Narcissa's head. She had no access to a broom or a Thestral or any other means of a flying implement—she was making herself fly. Narcissa watched in awe, noticing how spirals of black smoke shrouded and followed her as she moved, leaving wispy trails in the air. They were evidence of dark magic, but Narcissa didn't question it.
"You're incredible!" she exclaimed, as Bellatrix finally set herself back down on the ground. Suddenly, Narcissa was feeling much more awake.
Bellatrix both terrified and amazed her, and it would always be that way.
