Potter. She was about to scoff but his next words made her raise her eyebrows instead. He wasn't going to run off and tattle? That was interesting. Bellatrix crossed her arms over her chest and examined him. She wasn't going to play nice if he knew what she was like. There would be no point.
"Is there something I can help you with, Mr. Potter?" He wasn't attacking her, which was interesting. She looked at him again closely before walking back to her blanket and sitting down, watching him still. If he wanted to venture further in, she (probably) wouldn't attack him if he kept his word. She kept in mind that she had a knife under her blanket, just in case. She didn't know if he had magic or not, and if he did, it would be an unfair fight. But when had she ever fought fair?