Severus heaved another sigh, sitting back in a large arm chair. He watched the retreating back momentarily, expecting to hear the screech of two women within two minutes. Looking at Draco, he signaled him to come forward, though did not speak. Although he was grateful for the boy's attempt, he was, after all, Snape.<br/><br/><del></del><br/><br/>A small, black towel was wrapped around the woman's body when she heard a knock at the door. "Bloody hell..." Wand waving, the door unlocked, opening only long enough to let someone in before quickly shutting to a lock once more. With magic-dried hair, her wand turned a bright red, slipping in and out of the woman's hair to create the perfectly little curls that appeared on her head every day. Sure, they were natural, but no hair was that bouncy all day long. Eyes already circled in black, though her lips stayed as pale as ever, she walked into the bedroom, eyes rolling.<br/><br/>"I'm not in the mood for this, brat. Say what a horrible bitch I am and leave." The wand continued to bounce in and out of her hair as the woman quickly turned and walked to the large wardrobe, pulling the black she needed out. As careless as usual, she let her towel drop, first pulling on a long skirt that fell to the floor, but topped off to cover just the lower part of her rib cage, tightening from there to her hips. The leather corset that she next pulled on proved to be a problem since her wand was already busy and the buckles on the front were difficult to work above the bottom two. With a growl she turned and walked back to the girl.<br/><br/>"Close this up." Although she wouldn't outright ask her to do so kindly, Bellatrix waited for the young Snape to help her with the corset, fingers pulling pairs of lace, fingerless gloves up to her elbows. Her boots clicked over, waiting for her to slip into them.