Bellatrix didn't know what the brunette was doing, nor did she care really. She simply found it odd that the mud-blood would be traipsing around Knockturn Alley of all places, and odder still it seemed like she was there for a reason and wasn't simply just lost. Up and down, left and right, the brunette appeared to be on the hunt, scouring the very ends of the dingy alley though still acting so very cautious. Bellatrix smirked to herself, licking her lips as she clutched the wand hidden beneath her cloak a little more tightly. While she had more respect for a plastic bag than she did for the female, Bellatrix Lestrange could not deny that the girl was very perceptive. Or perhaps it was mere common sense that had the brunette's eyes darting back and forth, searching.<br/><br/>Finally, the witch grew tired of waiting. Tossing her shawl over her head messily, Bellatrix merged into the slow moving hoard of people clumped up in the pathetic excuse of a corridor, resisting the urge to gag at the multitude of disgusting smells invading her nostrils. She had half a mind to blow everyone to bits, but that wasn't her goal. Not yet, anyway. Bellatrix managed to keep her sights firmly fixated on the figure of the brunette; having lost the mud-blood once, she was not about to let the little bitch escape her again.<br/><br/>Slinking through the crowd like a snake slithering through tall grass, Bellatrix formulated her plan quickly in her mind. The girl would no doubt scream, perhaps attempt to Disapparate before she even had the chance to take her elsewhere. The threat of blowing her up from the inside could be enough, but one could never be too cautious when it came to one of Potter's closest friends. Their stupidity rubbed off on each other and made them disgustingly unpredictable. Not that it mattered. If she had to kill the mud-blood, the world would be made a better place either way.<br/><br/>Bellatrix was quick to move up when the crowd thinned; snatching up the opportunity, the wild-haired witch darted in to snatch up her prey. Her hand whipped out to grab the brunette's wrist, her sharpened nails digging into the girl's skin menacingly. Her wand pressed against the mud-blood's spine as Bellatrix ducked her head down and whispered. "If you scream, you know what will happen." Her lips twisted into something akin to a smile, betraying nothing but insanity and triumph. Though touching the brunette physically repulsed her, her grip was iron. "Did you miss me, sweetie?"<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>