[[ OOC Note: This will not follow Harry Potter canon timeline. ]]<br/><br/>Bellatrix was, unsurprisingly, bored. Seated on a wooden chair dragged and placed in the middle of the room, she lounged lazily, her head lolling back over the furniture almost dramatically. Her wand remained in her hand, her hands twirling it expertly as she glared at the ceiling painted a sickening shade of yellow. Whilst the room she was ensconced in had a plethora of books to peruse, many of them were now scattered on the carpeted floor haphazardly and it was obvious they had either been kicked or thrown about. There was little that could curb Bellatrix's current affliction, especially when it hit her when she was in her most sour of moods. Her thoughts curdled into something sinister, more so than usual and with a with a sudden strike of inspiration, her head snapped back up. Her ideas were rarely good, if ever, but it would be a surefire way to cure her boredom. With a grin, she immediately Disapparated from the room, leaving only the empty chair and the lights flickering dimly.<br/><br/>Bellatrix soon found herself near the dank corridors of Knockturn Alley, her nose immediately wrinkling up at the reek of dirt and filth. Though she found herself traversing those dark corners one too many times, its residents were always of no interest to her. Diagon Alley too would be thrown into a frenzied fit should she unveil her face to the light. Perhaps this wasn't such a good idea after all, Bellatrix scowled. As much as she enjoyed making a fuss and throwing people into an uproar, she didn't particularly fancy being thrown back into Azkaban. An involuntary shudder rippled through her frame at the mere thought of it, and it was almost enough to dissuade her and send Bellatrix elsewhere.<br/><br/>That is until she spotted a very familiar bushel of brown hair and a glimpse of a face that brought powerful feelings along the lines of loathing to well up inside. Bellatrix sneered, willing the mud-blood to turn and it was all she could do to stop herself from lashing out. Instead, she waited, poised in place and kicking away a man groveling for sickles. Potter's precious friend would no doubt come this way, of that she was certain... and if not, she would make it happen regardless of what the mud-blood wanted. It was shaping up to be a very productive day indeed, Bellatrix mused as she waited for the brunette to pass.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>