every time you call me crazy, I get more crazy by Bayfield09 on AO3
The bear’s claws left marks on its way down, and Bellatrix grit her teeth. It now lay defenseless in front of her, but it didn’t seem like enough.
“Crucio,” she whispered, before she even knew what she was doing.
The bear screamed and screamed, unable to write in pain because of the stunning spell. Bellatrix watched in awe- she had barely expected it to work, but she was so, so angry all the time. She meant it.
“What the hell did you do?” Rosalind asked as she struggled forwards. Bellatrix shrugged. Did she want to tell her?
“Something new I’ve been working on,” Bellatrix lied. She hadn’t been working on it- it had come almost naturally.
“Alright,” Rosalind said warily, like she didn’t want to know.










