Bellatrix's hit the ground as the apparated back to Hogwarts. Her hair was tangled around her face and, in a rage, clawed it out of her face, scratching herself in the process. She quickly ran down to the Slytherin girl's dormitories and locked herself in the lavatory. She turned, and slowly looked herself over in the mirror. Her black stockings she wore in the day had been torn at the knee and a cut, now trickling blood, began to sting at the site. Slowly, she began to see every imperfection she could imagine, imagine, of course, because these "realities" were simply not there. The short skirt she had so anxiously hemmed, now displayed her "fat thighs" and her pale face made her appear "washed out" and caused her eyes to appear "as tiny as two marbles, dull marbles." She slowly turned around, and opened the door back to the dormitory. She walked ghost-like to her bed and laid down, and slept.
...
"Do you think she might be hung over?"
"Shut up! She just tired!"
"Why's she sleeping in her uniform?"
"Maybe someone had an exciting night with Rodolphus?"
Bella's eyes slowly opened, and the visages of the other sixth-year Slytherin girls appeared before her. She quickly sat up.
"Alright! Yes, I'm in my uniform. I didn't feel like changing. I got home late from a meeting and I don't want to talk about it. If you ask me about anything else, I will curse you."
Silence.
Then a voice whispered, "Was your sweetheart, Rodolphy, there?"
Bellatrix threw off her blanket, and walked through the group of girls. She opened the bathroom door and slammed it shut.
"Wonder what's wrong with her?" Wisteria exclaimed.
...
Bellatrix had promised herself that no matter what anyone said, she would not let them get to her. But, Rodolphus' words seemed to stick with her.
He didn't trust her, and she knew it. Or if he did, why was he hiding something?
Her mind played the previous night over and over continuously. She needed to speak to Rodolphus or else she would go crazy, she knew it just as well as anyone.
She had class first thing with him this morning, and she had to bring this up.
She gazed into the mirror, the imperfections were still there. She didn't even bother with the mascara that had been smeared around her eyes.
...
As Bella walked into class, her eyes scanned the room for Rodolphus.
He was sitting in the back. The moment their eyes met, he turned away into his book.
She marched over to the empty seat next to him, and slammed her books on the table. She ignored the looks she received from the other students.
"Rodolphus, I need to talk to you."
He held his book in front of his face, "Sorry, Miss Black, I'm reading."
"No, I'm sorry, you're not." She grabbed the book, "We need to talk about last night."
Someone across the room wolf whistled.
"Shut up!" Bella shouted, she lowered her voice to a whisper, "You don't trust me, do you?"
"I promise, Bellatrix, I'll speak with you about this later, after class."
"Where?"
"Meet me in the Slytherin common room. We'll be skipping class, so, no one will be there."
"You'd better be there."