Bellatrix had wandered long enough that she'd had to take a second dose of polyjuice, but she was enjoying seeing the sights once more. The doomsayers and the protection charms salespeople were so droll and amusing. Even more so were the fools that spent their coins on those useless trinkets. As if a twisted bit of leather and metal could hope to stop her Lord or even the least of his Death Eaters.
She had picked up a few interesting trinkets in Knockturn and was now heading to the less dingy parts of Diagon. She wanted to pick out something pretty to surprise her Dolph with - maybe something lacy and silken.
Rounding a corner on her way to an upper end lingerie store she remembered, she spotted a terribly vulgar splash of color. She scowled. it was that stain up on the honor of the House of Black. She'd made a point of what had become of her family members, even the blacksheep.
Wait. Was that a ring on the girl's finger? Could it be hope that the halfbreed had attempted to redeem herself by finding a proper husband? Not that those dreadful clothes gave her much hope in the matter.
Bellatrix summoned a sweet smile and slipped through the Saturday crowd so as to end up nearly colliding with the girl. "Oh," she said, taking care to hold a touch of a germanic accent in her voice, "I apologize, miss."