@ofminerva
a false smile greets her former professor as the door to the office swings open. a quick hand motions her inside, and if it wasn’t for the fact that bellatrix knows that minerva knows her ---- she might almost appear genuinely inviting. as if she’s not running hundreds of ideas of how to get away with murdering her right then and there through her head. “are you in the habit of being late, or should i see to resetting my watch?” she asks, voice a little dry, but still wrapped in tenderness, a sharp tongue determined to go against its very nature. door closes behind them with a thud of finality ( and suddenly, they’re both at each other’s mercies ). she slips into another rigid smile, her eyes cold as she observes the professor. "coffee?” she questions, a hand waving slightly, forcing cups to drop onto the desk. “yes, we drink coffee too. we’re just like you, even though your kind is so eager to pretend otherwise.” there’s no point in pretending like someone like mcgonagall hasn’t guessed what side bellatrix is fighting for --- after all, she witnessed her very demise.
