This was offensive, dueling three children, three children with the inability to cast any practical curse. The battle wounded my ego. The mud-blood was the only one with any capability, and even then, my powers far outshined her own. Two blood-traitors and a mud-blood. Nevertheless, I fought with force. Simply because they were idiots did not mean that I had to go easy on them. Nobody deserved me going easy on them. Easily, I dodged all of their insipid curses, finally getting agitated and flinging a Killing Curse at the Weaslette. She barely dodged it, but her pudgy mother seemed to get aggravated. All of a sudden, the mother stepped in, the ginger and her friends moving back. Her mother yelled out a stupid curse, and then screamed something that I could not hear beyond all the fighting. The sight was comical, though, and I could not help but laugh. How stupid was she? To think that she could best me, Bellatrix Lestrange! My laugh echoed throughout the room. Swiftly, I tilted my head back, continuing to guffaw at the stupidity of the fat blood-traitor..."You'll never best me!" I whispered quite loudly, but she continued to fling curses at me. This went on for several minutes, and then, I started to laugh again. This was hysterical! I laughed as a hex flew at me, but I didn't notice another curse as it rubbed my elbow. All time seemed to freeze. The blood-traitor flew a last hex at me, and I continued to laugh. I laughed and laughed...laughed all the way to my death.
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