Bellatrix watched as the vile Al Bhed approached Emilou. She fancied she could smell him. They came from the desert, which was in plentiful supply here, and whenever she'd spared a thought for it, she'd assumed them to smell like machinery and sweat and whatever they put in their disgusting food.
She wasn't sure which part bothered her more about Emilou's response to her. The attitude problem was something the girl had always shown. Her parents had always been too soft on her, in Bellatrix's view, and this was where it had got them.
"You need to learn some respect," she warned, sticking stubbornly to Jyllandi. "I will not be dictated to by a jumped up little mistant. Learn your place."
Her fingers itched to reach for her wand and teach the girl the lesson her parents never had. It would be long overdue if she did.
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Date: 2019-01-13 11:50 am (UTC)She wasn't sure which part bothered her more about Emilou's response to her. The attitude problem was something the girl had always shown. Her parents had always been too soft on her, in Bellatrix's view, and this was where it had got them.
"You need to learn some respect," she warned, sticking stubbornly to Jyllandi. "I will not be dictated to by a jumped up little mistant. Learn your place."
Her fingers itched to reach for her wand and teach the girl the lesson her parents never had. It would be long overdue if she did.