The Houses Competition. Hufflepuff, writing for Prefect 1 stand in.
Bonus story, Star Wars. Using Prompt: "how is it possible to hate you this much?"
Word count: 1018
Beta's: Zoe (You're the best!) and Aya (Amazing too!)
Bellatrix Lestrange ended up in an argument with someone she truly thought she'd get along with. You see, Bella had been teleported by a malfunctioning portkey to some strange world that appeared to be set somewhere in the future, or something. She'd woken up on a strange ship in outer space, and she wondered how muggles seemed to possess such magic. They'd somehow invented cars, and that was all she knew they could do. But here, they could do so much more here. She seemed to be out of place, as odd men in white armour traveled around her in groups. A few occasionally tripping. She had taken her chance and captured one of the strange men. She spoke to him.
"Where are we and what is your purpose?" She'd begun her string of questions. The person gulped and replied to her.
"We're on a ship ma'am, an imperial one. I'm a stormtrooper and we work for the empire, fighting against the rebels day by day." He saluted Bellatrix but she simply bombarded him with more questions.
"Who is the leader of your army?" Bellatrix asked, forcing her voice to be as commanding as it could be. The man shriveled up against the wall and Bellatrix smirked.
"L-lord Vader ma'am." He replied. She nodded, deep in thought. He squirmed under the silence of the situation, but he stayed still, fearing for his life.
"Take me to this Lord if yours," Bellatrix ordered the soldier.
He'd nodded and quickly escorted her to a set of doors that he passed through easily with an access card. When he'd motioned for her to step forward she did and was greeted by another silly man in an even more ridiculous costume. His was black with a series of buttons adorning it and had a strange domed thing on his head. It must be hard to breathe in it because his breaths were loud and labored. She had done all she could to bite back her laughter, for it wasn't the time nor the place to make fun of this strange man.
"Who are you?" They'd both said at the same time, Bellatrix's voice sharper than his.
"I am the Dark Lord of this world." At this Bellatrix laughed. She was wondering if her master was playing a trick on her, so she decided to ask a series of questions.
"Is your face and body scarred from a terrible accident in your youth?" She had begun with that. The "dark lord" replied with a curt nod and she continued.
"Is your main enemy a young boy with a group of friends and a rebel alliance behind him?" She asked, to receive yet another nod. She thought for a moment before speaking again.
"Do you have immense powers that none others can measure up to?" To this, she received another nod. She decided to ask a different question.
"What is your true name? Other than Dark Lord." She asked. To this, she got a pause, and then an answer.
"They call me Darth Vader." At this Bellatrix cracked up. This earned a jump from the stormtrooper who'd escorted her there, alerting her to his presence.
"I have no more use for you." She said, and she turned to face the man in white, gave a single flick of her wand, and had killed him plain as day. Er, night, er, whatever time it was, the sky was a bit dark seeing how she was in space...This earned a gasp from the so-called "Darth Vader", who'd only really gasped seemingly out of plot convenience. No matter the reason, Bellatrix turned back to the man and he spoke.
"You think you can kill someone with a stick and some magic trick?" He asked, almost sneeringly.
"Hmm. Let me help you command this army. They truly are pathetic if they can be defeated with… what were the words you used "with a stick and a magic trick" great rhyming by the way. Have you ever thought of becoming a poet?" She replied, sarcasm lacing her words. He came close to her, so close, that if he'd not been wearing a mask, she would've felt his breath on her face. Smelt it too, by the stench of his attitude there must've been the stench in his breath.
"Are you questioning my authority?" He asked, his tone raised, and fists in a ball by his sides.
"What authority? These so-called rebels run around like they own the place and you do barely anything. You aren't even a lord, anyway. And your attitude reeks as much as you do." Bellatrix replied, her words dripping with venom. This earned her a growl from the man standing opposite of her and she smirked.
"You know," she drawled, pausing for dramatic effect.
"I really thought...that we'd get along. You know, we're both evil, and desperate for revenge. We both serve under dark master's who we wish to be closer too and more like them so to earn their praise. I thought we'd get along well, our dark themes, we wear all black even. So tell me, how is it possible to hate you this much?" She asked, her words dashed with fire and venom, not a good combo. He looked back at her, and though she couldn't see his eyes, she knew she'd been pressing all of the right buttons. All of those brightly colored buttons that were present on his black costume. He turned around, in a fury and commanded his troops with such force just to prove her wrong. She spoke up, knowing he could do better.
"Oh darling, you could do better. Only taking the criticism to heart I suppose? Hmm, your people don't, FEAR you. Not even your lessers. You need to lead with fear, force even those better than you to fear you. Only then are you truly good at being bad." She said. Her voice dripping with sarcasm. She checked her stopwatch that she wore on her wrist. It'd been an hour. She touched a random piece of metal, and she was suddenly in darkness.