who: @thcfallenstar where: down in the dungeons
Some evenings were best spent studying, other nights were meant for quidditch and other less school bound activities. This was most definitely an evening spent reading away in the tomes of old, skipping over the most fascinating details history had to offer just to perfect the essay in front of her. Perfect was the only way it could be, Bellatrix wasn't going to leave anything up to fate. And so she'd spent her time, not bothering to watch as the evening turned to night and curfew approached. It was still more than an hour and yet the witch had no more need to be outside the common room. What a surprise it was, with rest on her mind and nothing else, to have that thought be replaced by something that peaked her interest and stirred it once again like a fire almost having gone out only to set ablaze.
"Look at who it is! Haven't gotten lost, have you?" Bellatrix took a step closer, curiously eyeing the cousin she no longer saw as family. He had made his choice, what more was there to say? "Please tell me you're not having second thoughts about that frivolous choice of yours. It's a bit late for that, don't you think?" Far more than too late. Being a Gryffindor was one thing, deciding to leave the family behind in favor of people that Bellatrix behind, and ever so often quite openly, made sure to let know of her disdain was beyond anything she could have ever stomached. Part of her knew that fear came from her own worries yet she never let that fear take over, casting it away like hot iron. "You could have been so much more than this."