Bellatrix wasn't sure what Emily Blishwick saw in her -- she was certain that she had her twisted, somehow, into somebody who could be affectionate, warm, loving -- Bellatrix liked Emily because no matter what, she seemed to bounce back to her shape. It had been unkind, to say the least, to leave her tied up in the toilets, but Bellatrix didn't expect any come-back from it. Emily might be upset, but it wouldn't take long for things to go back to just how they were.
"Discreet," she repeated, with a sneer, "she doesn't do anything without my say-so. For fear of the consequences."
Now they weren't talking about Emily Blishwick at all, and Bellatrix knew it. The Black family had a long arm, and Bellatrix knew she was courting danger with her behaviour -- people had been disowned for less -- but she was still fairly confident that she could threaten and bully her way out of this one, and she couldn't help but feel moderately impressed with Skeeter's intiative. She was looking more attractive with every passing moment.
"I can't decide," she mused, "whether I find it more impressive that you'd try to blackmail me or that you've managed to take so... personal an interest in doing it. Just between you and I," Bellatrix said, and leaned in to whisper in Rita's ear: "I always thought you were a little boring."