Rita gulped softly. The pitch was not what she had in mind. If Bellatrix decided to do something to her...no one would hear her scream. And she knew that if Bellatrix Black wanted to do something to her, there was nothing Rita could do to stop it.
Not trusting herself to speak, Rita nodded. She paused to compose herself. "See you then," she offered in an overly cheery tone before practically trotting off in the direction of her next class.
The rest of the day was torture. She'd gone to bed hoping to catch a nap but it was hopeless. She lay there dressed in her robes with her cloak hanging nearby. It seemed to take forever before she heard her roommates sleeping so that she could go.
Though she was a jumpy as a cat in a roomful of rocking chairs on the way to the pitch, she saw no one. With her hood drawn up, she arrived and began to look around. Tucked in her cloak was a bit of evidence she would show Bellatrix when the time was right.
That would be after she eased her into it...
Rita glanced around nervously hoping that she wasn't going to be stood up. Though, a part of her wished that Bellatrix would do just that!