Bellatrix was excited, to say the least. She was defintely less 'mean' to others, and managed to keep her outbursts mostly to herself. She had no doubts that this weekend will be perfect! If only the entire year was like this.
Easily heading to the Hufflepuff tower, the painting gave her an odd look, disapproving as always. But as rules go, she had the password, and the painting could do nothing about it. "Pattering Petunias." Smug, to the point, and Bella got what she wanted. Entrance.
Luckily, she found that Hufflepuffs were mostly goody-goods and went to bed on time, no one was around to question her. It had taken some practice to gain entrance into Alice's dorm, but she had managed, now the art perfected. Slipping insinde, she closed the door quietly, looking around.
"You're awake..." she said softly. It was almost midnight.