Bellatrix eyed the man, her hand gripping her clutch tighter still. It was taking all of Bella's willpower not to blast this stupid, muggle boy into oblivion. And he was arrogant enough to assume Bellatrix was filth! Wiping his hands on his slacks like that, it made her feel sick to her stomach.
"Excuse me?" She retorted immediately, her voice sharp. "How dare you act like I'm dirty, you pathetic muggle!" When Bellatrix was insulted, she tended to overreact. Of course a muggle wouldn't know their title, and the boy would most likely assume she was speaking jibberish. She didn't care what the boy thought, so long as he realized Bellatrix was his superior. But, unless the Dark Lord prevailed, that wouldn't be happening anytime soon.
Bellatrix let out a little groan, shaking her head slightly and clapping her hand to her forehead. Perhaps it had been foolish to come out, to be swarmed with muggles and scum. Without giving the boy a second look, she made to turn and leave.