~ With Me, Into The Dark ~
"Do you have a sickle?" Bellatrix whispers.
She waits for a response from her companion, but none comes. She doesn't know whether she spoke too quietly for the other witch to hear, or if the idiot was just zoning out.
"Lilith," she hisses, digging her elbow into the other witch's ribs to make certain she has her attention. "Do you have a sickle?"
"Huh? Oh, sure..." Lilith replies distractedly.
Bellatrix suppresses a sigh. What a bad time for the idiot to get lost in her own mind. Why did I agree to let myself get stuck with training her, again? Ugh.
Lilith fishes in her cloak for a moment before handing Bellatrix a silver coin.
Bella stares at the object resting in her palm for a long moment before saying, "No, the other kind of sickle."
She receives a blank stare in return.
"What, you don't have one? You?" Bellatrix asks in disbelief.
"Well, of course I have one," Lilith says. "But I don't carry it around with me. It's more for decorative purposes than anything."
"Damn your obsession not ever being useful!"
Their objective compromised, they fall back in order to regroup.
It isn't until later, when she is in her atelier with her experiments, that Lilith realizes Bellatrix never gave her money back.
~end of scene~