Who: Bellatrix Black and Mystery Man (?) Where: Hog's Head When: Hogsmeade Weekend, Saturday What: Bella being a good, little DE. Why: BECAUSE I SAID SO! Notes: I'm throwing this up a day earlier because I may not have time to do so tomorrow.
The snowfall was minimum, but still the tiny, white flakes found there way down to Bella's dark hair and glistened there. The witch travelled quickly, not wanting to be late for her appointment. According to The Dark Lord, Bella was supposed to be intercepting some sort of package from... well, Bellatrix wasn't really sure. Voldemort hadn't been very clear about that, but such matters were always buttered in secrecy such as this. There was no doubt in Bella's mind that this man would know Bella immediately, and seek her out.
Which was why Bellatrix walked without hiding her face from the world. She was in an unfavorable area of Hogsmeade, where most movement was done behind curtained windows and locked doors. People might speculate, but it was highly unlikely anyone would call Bellatrix out. And what of it, if they did? She'd simply hex them into oblivion.
Entering the dirty pub, Bellatrix cringed at the site. Being a Black meant that she was used to being treated as royalty, though lately she was subjected to entering dingy bars such as this. All for the sake of His cause.
Sharing a glance with the bartender, whose eyes were extremely familiar, Bellatrix ordered her drink of choice (fire whiskey) before finding a secluded booth to sit in. It was private, though lit enough so that she was clearly visible.
Sipping her drink, Bella realized that the place was practically empty. There were a few, strange people, yet none of them had approached her. Tapping her long nails on the table top, Bellatrix hoped this parcel dwelling gentleman made his appearance, and soon.