True to the excitability of her nature, Bellatrix had been in the Common Room most of the afternoon- naturally because of sheer anticipation, but mostly due to her procrastination on assisting Rodolphus with his banner tribute to Rabastan. Despite having no genuine interest in Quidditch, her devout loyalty to Regulus and both Lestrange brothers had peaked her interest in this year's tryouts. Therefore as she stood sipping punch, it was needless to say she was covered in array of glitter- which surprisingly only added to her constant elegance, silly though it may actually be.
Nodding at the random words spilling from the lips of her friend, she made her leave and took great strides across the Common Room towards Rodolphus. Sneaking up behind him, whether futile or not, she clasped her cold hands around his eyes. Leaning in to catch the familiar smell of his hair, she breathed into his ear; "Miss me, dearest?"