Bellatrix was quickly developing cabin fever. Or, bungalow fever, as it were. With no need for a plumber, she had resigned herself to reading over the books she had found at the library, taking notes on plumbing and the future. Her one excursion out to the rest of the island had been to see Scorpius. She had thought that would've been enough for socializing, to prove that she wasn't dead, not that anyone on the island would mind.
Still, she needed to get out of the house. She had taken to reading the journals, but not commenting. She may not care that the rest of the island hated her, but she was in no mood to be verbally attacked. Considering how volatile her baggage was still making her, she was likely to go and attack anyone who had a thing to say to her. Miss Parkinson was an exception, Bella was fond of the girl, but she was the only one she ever talked to through the journals anymore.
How she found herself in the jungle, she wasn't sure. She had just left her bungalow and started walking in a direction, thinking about everything. She hated this island. She hated not having magic. She hated not being able to do anything. She was in a very bad mood and hadn't noticed herself entering the jungle, not bothering to quiet her steps.
She finally heard a twig snap under her foot and she looked up, glaring at the forest around her. Then her eyes landed on the girl. A girl who looked absolutely terrified, looking around for the source of the noise. An evil smile appeared on her face, and she doubled back around the tree, taking care to be quiet this time. Finally she was on the other side, and she creeped around, coming to the girl's side. "Are you lost?" She asked in a quiet voice, a pleasant smile on her face, though there were no pleasant thoughts in her mind. Despite not having magic, she could still have a bit of fun.