Morag had had rather an easy day. Her jobs had been few, mostly just maintenance, and the horses had all behaved (which made her suspicious as to their motives, really). She'd had time to go home and bathe before she headed out towards the castle. It was a bit of a distance, but a good walk and she enjoyed the exercise. This meeting had her both curious and excited. Many would likely question her sanity in other circumstances, but if she'd learned one thing about this place it was that it changed people.
Besides, the Bellatrix she knew of was an entirely different person. Surely a child version couldn't be as mad or sadistic. Circumstance and situation sculpted people and based on that logic, coupled with her talk with Draco, Morag was perfectly ready to give the young woman a chance.
Between Draco's suggestion they meet, and their mutual friendship with Romilda, Morag was looking forward to forming a new friendship. After all, she'd never had many. Besides her brothers, some of the Slytherins, and her unlikely Gryffindor friend (and really it wasn't Romi's fault she'd been sorted there), Morag had never really got on with most people. But the war, and her current loneliness had made her rethink her former snobbery.
Change was good, was it not? That's what was said, anyways. As she walked up the main grounds she saw a girl waiting around and figured it was Bellatrix. Quickening her step, she strode up to her. "Bellatrix? Hi, I'm Morag." She said pleasantly, her body language easy and welcoming as the warmth of her Scotch accent. She extended a hand to shake the girl's. "S'good to meet ya."