Bellatrix Black was sat by the black lake, Rita Skeeter on her lap. It was late at night, late enough so they'd be sure that no one would hear or see them. "Rita?" Bellatrix, nicknamed Bella by her sisters and Rita, spoke gently, out of character. Rita hummed, as if telling her to go ahead and ask. "Who was that mudblood you were hanging out with?" The black headed asked with a sharp undertone, as she continued running her slender fingers through Rita's hair. Obviously, Rita scoffed, not quite keen of the slur. "Was some boy from my class. I'm forced to do an assignment with him. Why?" Rita spoke nonchalantly but Bellatrix could feel her tensing up in her lap.

Bellatrix accidentally slapped Rita while they were arguing about the muggle boy, and she widened her eyes, trying to mumble an apology but the look in her lovers eyes made her freeze guiltily.

"... Hit me. I'm serious, i can't feel anything, hit me." Bellatrix begged, her voice echoing through the empty hallway they were currently in. A small nervous, empty, nearly crazy laugh escaped her throat as she looked up at her with wide eyes.