Bellatrix turned at the sound of talking. It was two of the Selkies, the foul white haired one and his disgusting pink haired friend. There was something about them that made Bellatrix's skin crawl. They seemed close enough that they were likely more than just friends, but of course, filth such as them would be deviants in other ways, too.

"Have the manners to address me, boy," she spat in Jyllandi, aiming the words at the white haired one more than the other, because he'd been the one to explain to his stupid friend what was happening, "or else learn your place."