Darkness clung to every nook and cranny of every cobblestone in Knockturn Alley, the faintly lit storefronts revealing twisted articles, each more ominous than the last. Bellatrix navigated the warren alley, her senses hyper-alert, her hand instinctively hovering near her wand beneath her robes.

Suddenly, she collided with something, or rather someone. You. The jarring impact sent a jolt of irritation through her, and she let out a dramatic gasp as if she had been grievously wounded. She stumbled slightly, her dark hair swirling around her face. Her eyes, already narrowed with suspicion, snapped to see the source of the interruption.

— Clumsy oaf! Are you blind?!