Everyone was chatting about their Summers, what they done during the summer holidays, everything that had went on, as it was finally the first weekend back at Hogwarts, giving everyone time to blabber about it all, for them all to catch up and spend time talking about everything.

Well that was what happened during the day, the chatting, the catching up. But this was Hogwarts, and first weekends back always meant parties, even people from the other houses would mix up with each other, for whatever reason that was. Though Bellatrix still refused to talk to people from other houses, especially Gryffindor.

She didn’t get the point in why other houses had arrived at their parties, like the Gryffindor’s, let alone even tried to converse, she’d rather not deal with people like that after all to her it was just pathetic anyway, why’d she spend time on some foolish Gryffindor’s?

Bellatrix was sat on one of the black leather armchairs in Slytherin common room, a cup in her hand as she scrunched her face at it, inspecting it before she took a sip of it, judging it as she didn’t trust if the stupid older years had tried to slip things into the drinks.

She didn’t really want to be here, nor did she care for it, she just went along with it because it happened every year, the strong scent of smoke and alcohol present in the room, she knew it’d linger there the next day, whilst she glanced over the room, rolling her eyes at all the dancing people.