Bellatrix fought the urge to make Alice's tongue her own, biting her bottom lip as Alice recited a saying of her mother's. Suppose my heart is only cold... she thought, searching Alice's face for a moment for any doubt, anything that could stop the thoughts in her head. Shaking her head slightly, she let a smile play across her lips.
Lifting her head slightly, she slide it up Alice's arm, before moving to skim it across her back, rubbing softly. "We could," Bellatrix wasn't much for sweets, either. Almost anything that Alice liked, Bellatrix wasn't much for...which was odd, but it gave her something to 'try'. "But you know, chocolate isn't really my thing..."
"I guess," she nodded, "but, coat closets are really small, and not so...sound proof, are they?" Bellatrix grinned, her hand moving to upset the back of her shirt, fingers slipping under the fabric.