Imagine attempting to bake with Bellatrix
You were in the kitchen pulling out ingredients for cookies when Bellatrix walked in.
“What are you doing?”
You turned to see her staring at the clutter in the counter in confusion, and you couldn’t help but smile in amusement.
“Making cookies!” You replied. “How on earth do you not have any chocolate chips?” You said, turning back to rummage through the cabinets some more. “It’s ridiculous.”
“Baking is ridiculous.” She said with distaste. “It’s an activity for muggles and house elves.” She slammed closed the cabinet you were looking in.
“That is nonsense. I guarantee you plenty of witches and wizards do it. Otherwise, why would I be doing it?” You pulled out your wand. “Look, you can even use magic. Accio chocolate chips.” You flicked your wand. Nothing happened for a moment. Then you felt something hit you in the back of the head. You turned and looked down to see… A single chocolate chip.
“Oh, come on.” You said with disappointment. You heard a faint whizzing sound, and looked up to see more flying towards you. “Oh, come on!” They all started flying into you, and it felt like someone was pelting you with tiny pebbles. It took you a moment to get your bearings and cast a deflection spell, causing them all to fall to the ground. During your plight, Bellatrix had perched herself on the counter and was now cackling at the scene.
You scoffed. “You couldn’t have helped?”
“No.” She said between peals of laughter. “I told you I don’t bake.”
Frustrated, you grabbed a handful of chocolate chips off the floor and threw them at her. So caught up in her amusement, she didn’t see them coming in time to deflect them. Most of them hit her chest, but some hit her face, with a few even getting tangled in her hair. The laughter stopped immediately, her mouth falling open in shock.
“How dare you!”
You stuck your tongue out at her in defiance. After a moment, her look of shock morphed into one of mischief. She reached for the bag of flour next to her.
“Bella, no-” A white dusty cloud exploded in your face, making you cough. You readied your wand.
“Oh, it’s on.”
By the end of the day, you both looked like you had been through the wrong side of the bakery, with not a cookie to show for it. You didn’t regret a thing.