She was already having a bad day, so when Victoria grabbed her by the arm and hauled her into the Room of Requirement and steered her to a chair, she was ready to scream at the redhead. Bellatrix was shocked when Victoria sat down on top, knees on either side of her hips, keeping her from shoving her off when she kissed her.
She relaxed a little, happy to enjoy the feeling for a moment until Victoria pulled away and asked "What's wrong?" One eye opened to look at her, as though asking just the reason she had stopped kissing her. Instead, she closed her eyes again and shook her head, trying to shift away from Vic and get up.
"You know, you're always like this," Victoria snapped when Bellatrix got up, leaving her curled up in the chair. She ran her hands through her hair frustratedly and turned her back on her.
As soon as she did, Victoria got up and went behind her, trying to regain her attention. "I'm sorry." She mumbled, hands wrapping around her waist from behind.
"No you're not," Bellatrix detached her hands and stepped away again, eyes a little narrow. "Things are going bad to worse, and you're not helping at all." Victoria gaped at her, obviously offended at the harshness.
"I'm sorry if it's so hard to be around some doom and gloom girl." She snapped back. That was about all it took for Bellatrix to advance on her. Victoria raised her fists like she might hit her, and Bellatrix grabbed her wrists, pushing her into the wall.
"Is that what you think?" Bella asked quietly. Victoria looked like she was having trouble breathing, though nothing had been done to obstruct her airways.
"Yea, now kiss me, bitch." She gave her a crooked smile, head tilting to the side slightly like a challenge. Bellatrix ducked her head and did just that.
They jumped when they heard the door open and close, the fire in the corner of the room revealing someone standing close by.
"Oops," James looked around awkwardly before running out.