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“Have you seriously not got anything better to do than insult total strangers?
Who: Bellatrix and Rahne
What: Bumping into each other
Where: A mall
When: A few days ago
Status: complete
Rating: PG-13 for language and insulting gingers.



Bellatrix was taking a walk, sauntering lazily through the mall in search of something. What that something might be was as yet unclear, but whatever it was, she would find it. She bumped into somebody, and snapped. “Excuse me!”

Rahne had stopped for a moment to do a little window shopping to see if she might actually venture into one of the store. She was paying more attention to the signs in the store than to the other patrons of the mall, and so she was more than a little surprised when someone walked into her. She frowned at the woman. “You be more careful to watch where you’re going.”

“Me? You should pay more attention to your surroundings, lovey.” Bellatrix appraised the woman, eyeing her with a mixture of annoyance and amusement. “People are in a hurry. I could have been someone who easily gets pissed.”

“People in a hurry should be watching where they’re going,” Rahne replied with the raise of an eyebrow. “You’re lucky I’m not some road-rager who’d explode because someone walked into them. You should also be glad I’m not a lamp-post.” Something about the woman rubbed her the wrong way.

“I’d pay to see that,” Bellatrix commented. She rolled her eyes, thinking she could handle any raging bloke, and enjoy it, too. “Bloody ginger.” Gingers irritated her to a great degree.

Rahne rolled her eyes. “And you’re an asshole, congratulations and let’s just get on with our respective days, shall we?”

“Bitch,” Bellatrix corrected her. “I’m a bitch.”

“Asshole is gender neutral; everyone has one. The part of you that’s being an asshole hasn’t got a thing to do with being a woman.” Was Rahne actually having this conversation?

“You’re kind of stubborn, aren’t you? Little butch bitch.”

“Have you seriously not got anything better to do than insult total strangers?”

“I’m not insulting a stranger. I’m insulting someone that deserves it.” Bellatrix replied. She waved a hand lazily. “Do you deny being a bitch?”

Rahne tilted her head to the side. “You don’t seem the sort of person who’d believe a word I’d say, really.”

"Not, not likely." Bellatrix reached down the front of her corset, while studying Rahne's face, and her eyes. She was rather pretty, actually. She pulled out her wand, and waved it in the air. It seemed to glow a bit, but she decided, randomly, to walk away.

Walking away was a difficult thing to do, for Bellatrix.

But maybe she was growing up a bit. Even if the ginger was a bitch.