Bellatrix's smile grew as she watched the girl press against the tree further. A lovely reaction. "Something ferocious, I'm sure." Merlin, the girl was young. If Bellatrix had been in a better mood, she might not--No, she would still go with her plan. She needed this. She needed to hear someone scream, and she was sure this girl had a very lovely scream. If only she had her wand.
Bella's eyes flicked to the ground, spotting a thick branch. Her gaze slid back to the girl, saying, "I found a need to get out of my bungalow," simply. She needed this girl's name. She needed to know if she knew anything about her that she could use. "My name is Bellatrix. And yours miss?"