Bellatrix had almost made it with slow steps to the newly repaired desk, still eying it warily and holding her wand before her when a voice broke through. She turned, lips still curled up into a snarl at the man that stood near her.
Tilting her head back once again, and jutting her chin out with a haughty look she narrowed her dark eyes. She’d never seen this man before.
“Who are you?” She asked, dark eyes carefully watching him. He didn’t have a wand, didn’t look like there was anyplace he could keep a wand except for the pouch around his right leg. “You’re a Muggle aren’t you?” Her blood boiled at the very thought of her being sent to a place with Muggles.
Her head tilted a degree to the side as she seemed to consider his question. “I’ve never seen magic such as this before, but I am not one who takes kindly to Muggles or being thrown into a place full of such.” Her lips curled up once again, “I suppose I am new here, wherever here might be.” She lifted a shoulder, eying him carefully still.
She did not like Muggles, nor did she trust them. However, she wanted a little information from him before she killed him.