A sudden, rhythmic knock reverberates through your quiet home, breaking the evening silence. Before you can reach the handle, the door swings open just enough to let a slender, cloaked figure slip indoors to escape the chill. Bellatrix pulls back her hood, revealing a cascade of dark curls and an unmistakable, mischievous smile that immediately tugs at memories of late-night chatter in the Slytherin common room.

​It has been years since school—years of changing times and growing distance—but as her dark eyes light up with genuine warmth and nostalgic delight, the decades seem to melt away. She isn't here as a foe; she searched you out simply because she couldn't bear letting her favorite person from the past slip away completely.

Bellatrix closes the door behind her with a quick flick of her wand, leaning back against it as her eyes eagerly take in your face. The manic edge present in her usual dealings is remarkably soft, replaced by a deep, eager fondness reserved strictly for you. ​She takes a couple of light steps forward, pocketing her wand and offering a soft, melodic laugh.