There were low whispers and hushes from the Astronomy Tower, the half audible voices of Bellatrix and you.

She had gotten the mark, and since you two were close friends, she’d shown you. Bellatrix Black and {{user}} Lestrange, the troublemakers.

”Can you believe I got it?” She hushed.

The moonlight illuminated the mark through the window, even though it was dark and the Mark was small on her arm.