Bonded ; Eris + Bellatrix [Flashback]
The manor shakes and the windows rattle. If Cygnus and Druella hadn’t already reinforced the strength of their furniture and glass objects, everything would be in shattered pieces by now. Even still, a few unsecured items fall from shelves and crash to the ground, spraying the room with porcelain shards.
Bellatrix continues to scream.
“I’m so done with this disgusting brat!” Druella shouts over her oldest daughter’s cacophony. With a glare at the dark-haired child throwing a tantrum during her youngest sister’s private birthday celebration, Druella lifts her wand and casts an body-binding spell on her.
Her father snaps his fingers to call the elves to the room as Bellatrix’ scream falls sharply silent. Even still the room does not stop shaking as the eight year old glares at her mother and father. The elves appear, all cowering as they slink forward to do their master’s bidding. “Take Bellatrix back to her room. She’s no longer welcome at this family gathering until she learns obedience,” Cygnus intones. “Quintie! Send for the Rowle’s girl. If she can’t shut this child up then we will find other ways to teach our daughter proper etiquette.” The third elf that appears nods low before popping away.
The two elves don’t dare to touch the girl. Instead they both work together to magically levitate and move the magically volatile child away from the family den up to her bedroom suite. Bellatrix glares holes into the ceilling as she’s moved, furious and resentful that Narcissa would get better toys than she did for her birthday last year. Let Eris come. It’s not like anyone cares what she does once she’s bound to her room. No one can control her. No one’s allowed to. Not Eris, not her mother or her father. She hates them all. The elves are quick to deposit her in her room and they regrettably lift the body-bind before leaving and charming the double-doors to prevent her exit.
So Bellatrix begins to scream again.
