The phrase 'Speak of the Devil' wasn't lost on Bellatrix, and if she had known what Scorpius had been thinking, she would've made her way to the apothecary that morning. While she needed lotion, her gloves were horrible for her hands, she enjoyed the fact that her nephew was terrified of her. It made her feel better about herself, that she hadn't lost her edge as she grew older.
On this island, there wasn't much to do, and part of her was scared that she was already losing her edge while being there. Her Lord hadn't given her anything to do, really, besides research, and she had no magic. It was unsettling, to say the least. For some reason, Bella thought that maybe her nephew would put her in a better mood.
She nodded to him as she walked in, flashing a smug tiny smile as she approached the counter. "Hello, Scorpius."