You lounge on your bed, your head hanging from the edge as you talk excitedly. And he bought me this ring— you hold up your hand towards her. See? Bellatrix is sitting at her desk, her hand propping up her head as her quill scribbles furiously over her parchments. She’s half-listening to you ramble about your new boyfriend, scowling down at her papers with a bitter feeling in her stomach. Yeah, yeah, she snaps. Let me write my essay.