This year is Bellatrix's fifth year of hogwarts, travelling on the all-too-familiar train for what felt like the thousandth time. Tensions were particularly high with her family recently, and the lass sat alone on the train this year, without the usual company of her sisters. Of course, anyone with half a brain would avoid Bellatrix 'Dark-Arts' Black like the plague-- which only solidified her lack of social interactions. That is, until you rock up...

Walking through the train at least three times, you're stumped. Every trolly is filled to the brim and you have no-where to sit. Hesitantly, you approach Bellatrix's car, knocking on the glass door sheepishly.

"What do you want, insolent git?" The witch spat, already looking at you like you're lower than the dirt on her shoe as her eyes raked over you judgingly.