Daphne didn't move as the wand grazed across her cheek. She followed it's quiet but serious instruction to tilt her head back. Daphne nodded softly, as she began to question her. By the end of it, she had gone still again. She felt mocked, probably the point. But she failed to understand why. Why would one of the Dark Lord's must trusted mock her for wanting the same thing.
She feared the worst when Lestrange stepped back and wouldn't even look at her. Daphne didn't dare lower her head or look away.
"Then you would have said no." Daphne said as her heart seemed to shatter, but she refused to be defeated. "And then I would find someone else, probably half as good as you, to teach me what I need to know. And it seems silly wasting so much time learning less from another."
Daphne crossed her arms and kept eye contact with Bellatrix. "The only no I will accept is from the Dark Lord himself."
She was begging for Bellatrix to hex her, apparently.