Goodnight, goodnight

[greenmeadowes]

Characters: Dorcas Meadowes, Bellatrix Lestrange, and THE DARK LORD (dun dun dun)
Setting: Dorcas and Kingsley's new flat

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[greenmeadowes]

My hands were soapy and wrinkled from all the dish washing. As I reached for the tea towel, I heard the creaky door to our flat swing open. Kingsley usually said hello; why didn't he say hello? I turned away from the sink and froze when I saw her standing there in the doorway, wand drawn and that old, familiar smile on her face.

"Oh fuck."

I turned just before the hex could hit my body, but it ignited the tea towel and the curtains behind the sink. I threw the towel into the sink and grabbed the closest thing I could throw - which turned out to be a wet plate. I hauled it at her and ran to overturn the kitchen table, ducking behind it and trying to find my hand wand somewhere in my jeans. Not good, not good...

[greenmeadowes]

"Wasn't expecting you to show up unannounced, Bella!" Fucking hell, how did they find out where Kingsley and I lived? Wand, wand, where was my wand? I winced when I heard the spell slice the back of the table, throwing my hands up over my head so that the splinters wouldn't get into my eyes. "If I knew you were coming I would have put on the kettle."

I finally found my wand, immediately casting a spell to smoke out the entire kitchen. Needed to get the hell out of here, needed to get help. The smoke was thick, I could barely see anything in front of me. I held in the urge to cough and give away my position, jumping up from behind the table and feeling my way along the wall. I eventually found the door and bolted into the living room, gasping for air and clutching my wand so tightly I thought I might snap it in half.