When I kissed you on the mouth."
She wandered through Quidditch supply room, surveying the battered Quaffles lined up in a row on the shelves infront of her, aimlessly letting her fingers trail over the thick, maroon leather. She felt almost guilty in her neglectfulness of the sport - the final matches of the season were coming up, and she’d had to skip the last Slytherin training session. “Perhaps absence does make the heart grow fonder…? I always thought absence makes the eyes wander.” She mused outloud, yearning internally to clamber aboard her broomstick and take flight once again.
The tremor in her voice made Bella smile. She sauntered her way toward the girl, keeping her head loftily high. The whisper of her feet sounded 10 times louder in the highly vaulted ceiling. Bella could feel the pumping of her blood in her vains as she neared the girl.
“Girl, what are you doing out of bed?” She grinned and cackled. “Are you scared of the dark?”
She really was trapped. As Bellatrix confidently sashayed her way towards her, Mathilde stepped backwards… until she felt the door knob crunch into her back. She gulped audibly, her eyes continuously darting around, searching frantically for an exit. She took a deep breath, hoping to steady herself, and her voice rang out, she was happy to note, loud and clear,
“I’m not afraid of the dark. Or you, for that matter. Please do not come any closer.” Her hand curled tightly around the wand in her robe pocket.
(Source: m-mallard)
