Potions Classroom

[Ginny Weasley]

The blow drew a grunt from her, body instinctively curling tighter a moment.

Merlin she hated this woman - loathed her... if there was one person she would gladly watch burn in those miserable witch trials that Alecto Carrow was making them study, it was Bellatrix Lestrange...

Slowly, reluctantly Ginny uncoiled herself, rolling onto her hands and knees as she lifted her head enough to glare at the woman above, brown eyes still dulled with pain, starting to stagger back to her feet with some difficulty.

[Bellatrix Lestrange]

"No, no, stay on your kness," Bellatrix shook her head, tutting. One hand on the girl's shoulder, she shoved her back down towards the floor. "You might as well clean up after yourself while you're down there."

[Ginny Weasley]

A grunt left the redhead as she fell painfully to her knees on the hard stone floor, the action sending a jar of sharp pain through her tender body and forcing her to close her eyes and focus on breathing for a few beats until the worst of it faded.

"Am I to use my wand *Professor*, or a rag like a muggle?" the question was ground out as she finally opened her eyes again, gaze flickering up to the nutters face as she fought to keep her expression vaguely polite.

[Bellatrix Lestrange]

"I'd say a rag, but there isn't one around so your robes will do just fine," Bellatrix smiled sweetly. "And you'll want to do it quickly - it'll congeal sooner than you think down here, and then it'll be much harder to get off."

[Ginny Weasley]

Ginny's eyes flashed a moment at her words - not quite the fire of before, but still that stubborn loathing, before she slowly bent over, using the ends of her robe sleeve to wipe away at her bloody smears wordlessly. Not like it wasn't already covered in blood anyway from trying to stem her mangled hand, which was currently still cradled to her chest.

[Bellatrix Lestrange]

"Good girl," Bella cooed, patting her head like you would a dog. "It's so much easier when you just do what you're told. You don't get hurt, I don't have to visit your parents for a little chat... everyone wins, really."

[Ginny Weasley]

Mar 3, 2014 19:37:11 GMT -5 Bellatrix Lestrange said:

"Good girl," Bella cooed, patting her head like you would a dog. "It's so much easier when you just do what you're told. You don't get hurt, I don't have to visit your parents for a little chat... everyone wins, really."

Ginny's body instantly stiffened under the madwoman's hand, a vague feeling of panic rising in her as her thoughts flickered instantly to her parents, her hand curling tighter in her sleeve as she continued to scrub, though she forced herself not to ask, swallowing down the words. Bellatrix got off on crap like that... the more she reacted the more it would be drawn out and made worse. Knowing that didn't make it easier to control herself any more.

[Bellatrix Lestrange]

Bellatrix couldn't help feeling a flicker of disappointment when Ginny didn't react other than tensing up. It was definitely far less fun, that was for sure, even if it meant the bloodtraitor was learning, improving, accepting her place in the new world.

"You missed a spot," she pointed out helpfully, nudging Ginny's injured wrist with her foot, sending a shower of blood splattering across the floor.

[Ginny Weasley]

Ginny hissed and snatched her bad hand away as the sadist gave it a light kick causing another splatter of red to fall from the deep cut, the cut throbbing out in agony at the blow.

"Yes Professor," she muttered darkly after the pain had died down slightly, shooting the woman another look, even as she clumsily moved to mop up the new blood with her sleeve, wounded hand now pressed to her shoulder to keep it from dripping, though it was still soaking through the fabric as it continued to bleed out.

[Bellatrix Lestrange]

"Hurry up, we haven't got all day to do this," Bellatrix drawled, smirking, as the girl glared at her. Really, this was too much fun. She could tell she and Ginny were going to get on fabulously. Well, not fabulously in Ginny's opinion, certainly, but who cared about that?

[Ginny Weasley]

"This would go a lot faster *Professor* if I could stop my hand bleeding first," she ground out as she continued to work, not in the slightest expecting a rational or fair answer back mind you. Hell would freeze over first.

[Bellatrix Lestrange]

"Yes, it probably would. What a shame for you," Bellatrix commented calmly, sounding utterly bored.

[Ginny Weasley]

Ginny consoled herself with imagining Bellatrix's face on the flagstones under her as she scrubbed, putting more force into it than was strictly speaking nessisary. Still, she was making headway at least... Providing no other attacks she should be finished in another few minutes.

That was a bit 'if' though with this nutter.

[Bellatrix Lestrange]

"You are doing your best, aren't you?" Bellatrix cooed, resting her hand on Ginny's head again and pushing her closer to the floor, tugging sharply on the red strands. "I'd hate to have to punish you again."

[Ginny Weasley]

A grunt left Ginny at the assault, her body forced down in a way that jarred her raw nerves before being harshly jerked back up by her hair.

"I wouldn't dream of giving you anything less than my best, Professor," she returned through gritted teeth, careful to try not to bash her still bleeding hand in the motions.

[Bellatrix Lestrange]

"Good girl," Bellatrix patted her head, nails digging into her scalp. Flicking her wand, she floated the vial Ginny had stolen from the Potions cupboard back over to it and inside, a second flick making the lock click shut.

[Ginny Weasley]

The redhead grit her jaw as the nails bit into her scalp, but she forced herself to ignore it, the gesture more insulting than painful compared to the rest of her form, good arm working hard to scrub away the last marks of the blood.

"I'm finished Professor," she stated at last, body growing still as she waited for the woman to inspect her work, highly aware of the damn claw still gripping her locks.

[Bellatrix Lestrange]

"Are you?" Bellatrix asked in mock-surprise. "There's a lot of floor left to clean, really - since you've started you might as well finish."

[Ginny Weasley]

Ginny closed her eyes as she fought with her hot temper, jaw clenching, good hand curling in her sleeve.

"My robes are all bloody, if I keep wiping them on the floor I'll just get more blood everywhere, *Professor*" she ground out at last.

[Bellatrix Lestrange]

"Well, if you ask nicely, I might be able to find a rag for you," Bellatrix drawled to her.

[Ginny Weasley]

"I'm loosing a lot of blood," Ginny countered dryly. "It would be more help *Professor* if you let me do something with this cut before I pass out."

[Bellatrix Lestrange]

"Well, then you'd best hurry up, hadn't you?" Bellatrix told her sweetly. "And don't worry, girlie, you won't pass out. I'll make sure of it."

[Ginny Weasley]

The girl shot the older witch one last loathing, scathing glance over her shoulders, though the response came as no surprise, before she slowly and very reluctantly shrugged out of her robes, letting them fall to the floor for her to clumsily gather to start scrubbing at the dirty stone.

She didn't let herself think of how they would be there for hours, didn't let herself think of how dumb this was, or how she would very likely be unconscious before she finished... She just focused on one thing - keep going. Well... two things... there was pretending to scour Bellatrix's face off with a metal scour too.

[Bellatrix Lestrange]

Bellatrix leaned against the desk behind her, watching Ginny start to work. Ginny was right that she would likely collapse before she finished - but that was perfectly alright. She could come back tomorrow and finish it off then. The punishment, she had to admit, was mostly for her own amusement. Boredom was so hard to combat these days.

[Ginny Weasley]

Time seemed to tick on slowly, very slowly as the redhead worked, her motions slowing down considerably as bloodloss and the aftermath of her torture began to take its toll, her eyes slightly glazed as they stared sightlessly down at the spot she was working on, her shirt and robes now drenched with the dark stain of her own blood.

[Bellatrix Lestrange]

Glancing up at the girl, Bellatrix sighed. She supposed it couldn't continue much longer than this or the girl really was going to pass out and that wouldn't do. She didn't want to have to deal with a collapsed bloodtraitor.

"Enough," she ordered. "You can stop for today. Come back tomorrow to finish - five o'clock. No excuses."

[Ginny Weasley]

Ginny had to blink several times as the words gradually filtered through her now very hazy mind, body feeling like it was fighting through a current as her scrubbing stopped and she slowly - painfully slowly - turned to stare up at the dark haired witch.

"...I can go...?"

It sounded like she could... but frankly her head wasn't working particularly well any more, it felt slow and stupid even to her, but she couldn't quite manage to speed it up again.