New Story
Title: Strike One
Summary: I take DA!Bellatrix out for coffee.
Rating: PG
Pairing: N/A
Warnings: Won't make any sense if you haven't been following diagonally. Sorry.
A/N: In the tradition of sabrinanymph, xprosed, and nowhiteflag, I'm interviewing my characters from DA. This is the first, to be followed shortly by Draco and Lucius. The things I do when I don't want to write fic challenges...
3:05. She was already late. I nervously stirred my Capital Street.
3:10. Still nothing. I wasn’t going to get off easy, was I?
At precisely 3:15, Bellatrix came barging through the door and leveled her wand at me. I tried my best not to move. This was it.
“Crucio!” she shouted. The other patrons didn’t even glance at us; this was Fondren, after all. “Crucio!” she repeated, higher, when I didn’t fall to the floor. “Avada kedavra!”
“Mrs. Lestrange, this coffee shop is protected by wards which prevent the use of magic,” I gulped. Annoyed, but not defeated, she shook her hair back.
“A dirty trick, that,” she said, installing herself in the armchair opposite me. “But I suppose you’re entitled.” A barista brought out the drink I had ordered for her- herbal tea, two sugars. Bellatrix eyed it, sniffed, and drank carefully.
“Mrs. Lestrange, I-” She cut me off.
“Don’t call me that,” she snapped. “I am Bellatrix. Mrs. Lestrange is my dear old dead mother in law.” She took another sip of her tea.
“All right then,” I stammered. I decided to press my luck. “May I call you Bella?”
She stopped, put her tea cup down. Her brow furrowed. “I suppose. But no one else calls me that.” Damn. “Now, I have some questions to ask you.”
Silly me, I thought I was the one who was going to be giving the interview. “Um, sure.”
Bellatrix cleared her throat. “First of all, what about this ridiculous pregnancy?”
“Oh. Right. Yes,” I stammered. She wasn’t pulling any punches. “I just thought, since you and Rodolphus don’t have any children-”
“Wrong. We have two children, Cassiopeia and Hector,” she said, smugly.
My mouth dropped. “But it doesn’t say that in the books!”
“Of course not. That awful Rowling woman doesn’t care about us,” she sniffed. “And you never bothered to ask. Plus Antonin is a homosexual, and he’s not even my type.”
“You can’t blame me for that. He’s not my character,” I said.
“I suppose not,” Bella said, but she didn’t sound convinced. “Secondly, why does my journal layout have no style? Why is it all in Gryffindor colours?”
This was getting ridiculous. “It’s not in Gryffindor colors. There’s no gold on it anywhere.”
She sighed dramatically. “I suppose I can’t hold lack of taste against you. But it is troublesome.” I scowled. She went on. “Finally, why do you make me so overly dramatic?”
I didn’t know quite how to answer that one. “Because you are overly dramatic?”
She narrowed her eyes at me. “Touché.” She pulled an elaborately carved watch out of her robes. “Now I must be going, I have an appointment at 3:30 in Diagon Alley.”
“But I thought I was going to get to ask you questions?” I said as she stood and turned to leave.
“My dear girl,” she said, smiling evilly. “You have a lot to learn about me.” I watched as Bella walked out of Cups and disappeared.
And she stuck me with the check.
Summary: I take DA!Bellatrix out for coffee.
Rating: PG
Pairing: N/A
Warnings: Won't make any sense if you haven't been following diagonally. Sorry.
A/N: In the tradition of sabrinanymph, xprosed, and nowhiteflag, I'm interviewing my characters from DA. This is the first, to be followed shortly by Draco and Lucius. The things I do when I don't want to write fic challenges...
3:05. She was already late. I nervously stirred my Capital Street.
3:10. Still nothing. I wasn’t going to get off easy, was I?
At precisely 3:15, Bellatrix came barging through the door and leveled her wand at me. I tried my best not to move. This was it.
“Crucio!” she shouted. The other patrons didn’t even glance at us; this was Fondren, after all. “Crucio!” she repeated, higher, when I didn’t fall to the floor. “Avada kedavra!”
“Mrs. Lestrange, this coffee shop is protected by wards which prevent the use of magic,” I gulped. Annoyed, but not defeated, she shook her hair back.
“A dirty trick, that,” she said, installing herself in the armchair opposite me. “But I suppose you’re entitled.” A barista brought out the drink I had ordered for her- herbal tea, two sugars. Bellatrix eyed it, sniffed, and drank carefully.
“Mrs. Lestrange, I-” She cut me off.
“Don’t call me that,” she snapped. “I am Bellatrix. Mrs. Lestrange is my dear old dead mother in law.” She took another sip of her tea.
“All right then,” I stammered. I decided to press my luck. “May I call you Bella?”
She stopped, put her tea cup down. Her brow furrowed. “I suppose. But no one else calls me that.” Damn. “Now, I have some questions to ask you.”
Silly me, I thought I was the one who was going to be giving the interview. “Um, sure.”
Bellatrix cleared her throat. “First of all, what about this ridiculous pregnancy?”
“Oh. Right. Yes,” I stammered. She wasn’t pulling any punches. “I just thought, since you and Rodolphus don’t have any children-”
“Wrong. We have two children, Cassiopeia and Hector,” she said, smugly.
My mouth dropped. “But it doesn’t say that in the books!”
“Of course not. That awful Rowling woman doesn’t care about us,” she sniffed. “And you never bothered to ask. Plus Antonin is a homosexual, and he’s not even my type.”
“You can’t blame me for that. He’s not my character,” I said.
“I suppose not,” Bella said, but she didn’t sound convinced. “Secondly, why does my journal layout have no style? Why is it all in Gryffindor colours?”
This was getting ridiculous. “It’s not in Gryffindor colors. There’s no gold on it anywhere.”
She sighed dramatically. “I suppose I can’t hold lack of taste against you. But it is troublesome.” I scowled. She went on. “Finally, why do you make me so overly dramatic?”
I didn’t know quite how to answer that one. “Because you are overly dramatic?”
She narrowed her eyes at me. “Touché.” She pulled an elaborately carved watch out of her robes. “Now I must be going, I have an appointment at 3:30 in Diagon Alley.”
“But I thought I was going to get to ask you questions?” I said as she stood and turned to leave.
“My dear girl,” she said, smiling evilly. “You have a lot to learn about me.” I watched as Bella walked out of Cups and disappeared.
And she stuck me with the check.