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Bellatrix is smiling when she walks in.

And she doesn't stop smiling for a moment when she sees where she is, not even a flicker.

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*Adam wasn't out in the bar for long. Just to get some food for dinner, something from the bar as opposed to some scrounged left-overs from god knows where. Maybe sneak out back to London and get some take-away as a surprise for Alanna. So when he passes the woman by the door, maybe it strikes him as a little strange that Tonks would be away and without the baby, but he smiles and greets her anyway.*

Evening, Dora.

Bellatrix invented the art of looking down one's nose at someone else.

She practices this art now.

What?

*He's a little taken aback, but hell. Not like he's had the most sleep lately.*

"Please don't do me the discourtesy of mistaking me for that mudblood."

*Oh.

OH.*

Oh?

"Have you been hit often on the head in life, or are you slow by nature?"

None of the above, thanks.

*He narrows his eyes and watches her face. There's something off about this one.*

Is there?

How odd.

"I'm failing to think of a third option, really, but I'm sure you'd know yourself best."

Yeah, I would. Thanks. Are you always so nice?

"Only to those worth my time."

And you're obviously a fantastic judge of that.

"None better."

You have a name. Or shall I just call you Judgemental Bitch?

"Oh, dear, we save things like that for private. Bellatrix Black Lestrange. And you are?"

*He frowns for a moment. He knows that name.*

Adam...

She doesn't say, "A pleasure," but merely studies him.

*He studies her right back, the cogs in his brain working, albeit slowly.*

. . . you're the one from the cells.

"Oh, ever so much more than that, really. But I spent some time there."

*He raises his eyebrows in disbelief.*

If you say so.

She smiles, and it is not pleasant or kind, though it is amused.

"I very much do."

Huh.

*Oddly, it doesn't look like he believes her. SHOCK.*

Bellatrix couldn't care less whether he believes her or not.

He's not a wizard, of this she's certain. No matter what else he may be--well, it doesn't matter, does it?

*It certainly needn't matter to her right at this moment. It's possible, though - likely, even - that there's a sneaky grin spreading across Adam's face.*

Oh, quite his right for that.

She barely notices.

He's of no interest, really.

*Nope. No interest at all. And why should he be? After all, she likely doesn't even feel a thing as he sits there and his smile goes to more of a frown then to a scowl.*