“Yes you will.” Bella laughed a bit at that. “It’s the very least you can do. Ah, wait a minute-” When Andy got to her feet Bellatrix caught her arm before she ran off again. The back of her hair was full of small pieces of twigs and leaves. “You’ve still got rubbish all in your hair! It looks likes bird’s nest! I don’t understand how you’ve managed this.” But the elder sister picked every little thing out, combing her fingers through her afterwards.
“There. I don’t imagine father will be pleased about the broomstick, that’s for sure. You’d better start coming up with a really good reason as to why you ‘borrowed’ it. I’m not talking you out of this one, you’ve got to learn how to handle yourself in confrontation.”
Andromeda’s stomach churned as she thought of their great aunt and her horribly hairy toes and feet. Oh Merlin. Sitting through her wheezing voice on how magic should be kept to the ones that deserved it, as well as her horrible flicks of the wand to punish misbehaving kids.
At the very least, she wouldn’t have to worry about her own parents. They were rigid but they didn’t hex defenceless children just to make themselves feel more powerful and important. Her parents already knew they were powerful and important.
“I was trying out a super amazing quidditch move. You have to do rapid twirls in mid-air but I lost my balance,” Andromeda explained, standing still as Bellatrix’s nimble fingers worked to get rid of all the leaves and twigs.
The dark-haired woman turned to her sister, a desperate look in her eyes as she finally focused on the real problem at hand. Explaining to her father why his prized broomstick was now in more pieces than it should be.
Bella had suggested that she should learn to handle confrontations...
“Bella... okay. Right- do you know any time travel spells?”
Because she would rather be swallowed up by the ground than confront her father. She didn’t have the charisma that Bellatrix possessed - probably the kind that even Veela would be jealous of.
