Bellatrix soon became bored with the rat that she had been terrorizing. With the flick of her wand, the rat fell from the air as it was released from her levitation spell and proceeded to scurry away across the rug to what looked to be a hole in the wall. She chuckled to herself and standing up, she stretched her limbs. It was time to eat, her stomach was growling so loudly. Twirling her wand in her hand, she proceeded to skip out of the Slytherin common room, through the dungeons, through the entrance hall, and into the great hall, humming a tune as she went along.

Many first years scattered as she approached. Just the sight of her would send them squealing in terror. "And right they should," She thought, a smirk appearing on her thin lips. She scanned the great hall, her eyes narrowing as she surveyed those early-risers who were eating their breakfast. Her wide-eyed gaze landed on none other that Peter Pettigrew, that little lump of a Gryffindor. Perfect prey, especially since his annoying friends weren't around.

She strutted over to the Gryffindor table and took a seat opposite Peter, crossing her legs raising her chin haughtily as she sat. "Lost your friends?" She mused.