Bellatrix was wandering through the corridors of the Ministry with her hood down and wearing her own face. The pardons had finally been announced in today's Prophet and she was itching to be out and about as was her right as a lady of her class.
While the Ministry was a far cry from the brightly lit salons and shops that were her rightful domain, but it would do for now. Besides, it was important that she renew her acquaintance with its corridors and offices and handy little nooks. It had been far too many years since she was here and things had changed, which urked her greatly.
Finally she came upon an office that at one time had been part of the Records of Birth, Death and Inheritance Department. But now the door had a plaque that read 'Muggleborn Registry'.
Oh, how interesting.
A flick of her wand flung the door open and the strode over the threshold in a swirl of rich, heavy skirts. The girl at her desk jerked her head up, eyes wide over the signs on a decided lack of sleep. "Hello, my dear," Bella purred, "And who are you?"