Another tentacle reached from the water to lay against Bellatrix’s arm, rising up until it could loop around her neck and place a tip against her lips. Her tongue darted out without any thought or reason on her part, felt the slickness and likened it to that of an animal and not magic. It wasn’t insectile, wasn’t like a squid, but it was firm and coated in something that made friction a useless worry. It tasted of spices and heat, power and