Apparitions

Chapter 4. Quidditch and Lucius's Hair

Chapter 4. Quidditch and Lucius's Hair

Bellatrix Black is a beautiful girl, despite her somewhat manic personality. She was raised as every other pureblood girl was raised. By age three, she had learned to converse with guests properly. When she was five, she had four languages under her belt, French, Latin, and Greek, along with English, of course. She was taught ballroom dancing, her mother taught her how to act when out in society, and her aunt Wallaburga taught her how to threaten a boy in the most ladylike manner possible. Her sisters were also taught the same lessons, so it was quite a surprise for Narcissa when Bellatrix let out a growl that any lion would be proud of.

The younger years fled their common room, afraid of the seventh year's wrath. Rodolphus went up to his fiancée, gingerly laying a hand on her shoulder. "Bella! What's the matter? I've never seen you this upset."

Bellatrix grasped his hand but did not answer. Instead, she turned towards her sister, "Have you tried telling mother and father about the apparitions?"

Narcissa gulped slightly, "No, I have not. Why?"

The older black looked at the others in the room, her eyes holding a crazed look to them. She narrowed her gaze at Regulus, annoyed at how he shifted under her intense stare, "And what about you, cousin? Have you tried sending a letter to auntie and uncle? We have found out that Potter's and mudblood's spawn will defeat our Lord in a few years. Surely you sent a letter?"

The look on his face was answer enough. Bellatrix screamed, tugging at her hair, "Since it is obvious that none of you have tried, I will regal you with what happened when I tried to send a letter to Uncle Orion."

She told them how she began writing the letter, and then unexpectedly, the words started to disappear. She wrote repeatedly, but it never stayed on the paper no matter how much she wrote. "I got a new batch of paper and pulled out a new quill and ink, but the same thing happened repeatedly. For some reason, I couldn't write down what we saw yesterday! I want to know if it's the same for all of us."

Lucius nodded and went and grabbed some paper and a quill. In front of everyone, he began writing a letter to his father. He was perplexed when illegible, messy words took the place of his usual, neat, cursive handwriting. On closer inspection, the words themselves were nonsense.

"I don't understand," Lucius stated, glaring at a snickering Rabastan and Regulus, "I knew what I wanted to write, but it's coming off different on paper." Narcissa placed a hand on his arm, consoling him.

Rodolphus had also begun writing his letter, but as soon as his quill touched the paper, his mind cleared, "What did I want to write?"

At the look of confusion on his face, Bellatrix let out a disparaging squeak, "I knew it! Something is keeping us from telling others about the apparitions. If we can't write about them, maybe we can't talk about them either? What do we do with the information that we learned? How can we stop our Lord's defeat when we can't even tell him about any future threats?"

"Bella, love, calm down. I'm sure we will think of something." Rodolphus comforted the hysteric girl. She held onto him, taking in deep breaths before she let go. Once calm, she turned to the rest of the group, "We should head to breakfast. We can continue this later."

Everyone was wary of the curly brunette's attitude; they watched her through breakfast, waiting for something to set her off, but she remained calm. That was until Lily, James, and their friends walked in.

Bellatrix jumped to her feet and made a beeline for the mudblood and the blood traitors. Narcissa and the boys were quick to follow after sharing uneasy glances.