Bellatrix walked along the the bank, eyes flickering over to the Black Lake every now and again. She was feeling moody, and with her wand stowed away in her cloak pocket, she was ready to curse anyone who got in her way. Especially that tell-tale first year Puff, who just had to run along to his Head of House, because she'd hexed him. It was a pathetic hex too-- she couldn't even remember what is was. But she knew it was easy to block, and a five year old could have said the words to the counter curse. Yet he wasn't capable of muttering a few words, and now Bellatrix was in trouble, and had a detention. Being a Prefect and all, she didn't want to loose the posistion, it was much too fun docking points from other people, and actually had to say sorry to the sntiching little Puff. This got her even more worked up, and thinking about it, she kicked something into the lake, not looking to see what it was. She couldn't care less, anyway, and even if it was something special, she could easily afford it. That was the good thing about being related to the Black's, you had as much money as you wanted.

Strolling back to the actual grounds, Bella realized it was starting to get darker, it was probably around seven or eight. The sky was an inky blue, and the moon was slowly rising above the clouds. She knew she'd have to go inside soon, but she wasn't going to. For all she cared, she could be locked outside for the night. But if she went inside, then she'd punch the Hufflepuff senseless, and then she would loose the Prefect posistion, she was sure of it. Rolling her eyes, she sat down on the floor, crossing her legs and leaning her face on her arms. Even though she didn't want to go in, it was a little tempting, seeing as it was getting colder, and it was boring just sitting around outside, it really was. Bella sighed, and knowing her luck, someone would come out and start to annoy her. It always happened, and even the slightest of things, she'd go mad and explode, quite literally, too.

James was strolling around the school, enjoying the freedom that being head boy gave to him. Now he could be out of bed at any hour and no one, not even the prefects, could give him a detention for it. He was still wondering what Headmaster Dumbledore was smoking when he assigned James as Head Boy and his Head Girl counterpart, Evans, was surely wondering the same thing. Granted, James had shaped up a lot since last year when he had to save Snape from a certain death after Sirius stupidly told the slytherin how to get past the whomping willow and James had to go running in after him. But he still enjoyed a good prank and rules were not really something he felt the need to follow all the time. He saw them more like guidelines.

His little stroll took him through the front doors and outside to the sloping lawns of Hogwarts where he found Bellatrix Black lounging on the floor near the heavy set of entrance doors. A well practiced smirk found its way to his lips. Sirius was his best friend and so James wasted absolutely no time in harrassing the people he was stuck with for family, even though his mother had blasted his name from their family tree last summer when he ran away to join James' family.

He casually made his way over to her, taking a snitch from his pocket and beginning to toss it up and down in one hand, a habit of his that he really didn't consider ever breaking. It was entertaining. "Why hello there Bellsy. What are you doing outside at a time like this? Shouldn't you be inside snogging Rudy?"

It was very unusual for James not to have been back to the Common Room in time to stare dreamily at Evans while she did her homework. And so, when it had started to get darker, Sirius had actually become a bit worried over James. Excusing himself from Remus, Peter, and Nathan by the fire, Sirius almost ran to the Dormitory, and began burrowing through Remus’ trunk, which, thanks to years of illicit rule breaking, he had learned the combination to years ago. With a yelp of triumph, Sirius fished out what appeared to be an ordinary piece of parchment. Aiming his wand into the center of the parchment, Sirius spoke clearly: ”I Solemnly Swear that I am Up to No Good.” With a grand tracing of ink, the floors of Hogwarts Castle began to appear across the Parchment’s surface. Scanning the parchment closely, Sirius almost screamed in disgust when he was the dot labeled JAMES POTTER standing next to the dot labeled BELLATRIX BLACK. “James, you’re not going after Bella alone?” Sirius rhetorically asked the absent form of his friend. Ramming the still activated map into his pocket, Sirius sprinted into the Common Room, and out into the hall.

Setting what must have been a speed record in the halls of Hogwarts, Sirius reached the Entrance Hall in almost record time. Reaching into his pocket, he grabbed the parchment, and pulled out the Marauder’s Map. Consulting it for a brief second to ensure the three of them would be alone, Sirius aimed his wand at it. “Mischief Managed.” He muttered. Instantly, the map wiped itself clean, and Sirius stepped out of the Entrance Hall. Making himself known to James and Bellatrix by loudly clearing his throat, Sirius stood beside James, folding his arms across his chest, and looking at Bellatrix. ”Hello, Trixie. Miss me?” He asked snidely of her.

"Potter," she said blankly, "Shouldn't you be inside, staring at Evans, like she's ever going to go out with you?" Actually, he didn't have to be inside, him being Head Boy and all that. He was the worst Head Boy she'd ever seen, and the snitch he kept throwing in the air annoyed her. Obviously Dumbledore didn't know who should become Head boy and girl, because Potter was an annoying brat, and Evans was Mudblood. If she had picked, she would have been Head Girl. As for Head Boy, she wasn't sure. Maybe they didn't need one. Not if Bella was Head Girl.

Of course Sirius had to come and join in with a ghastly nickname, Trxie. Her name was Bellatrix and she didn't appreciate either of those nicknames. Even if they'd called her Bella, she wouldn't have been happy. They were filthy blood traitors, and Gryffindor's too. To be honest, she thought they she be at her feet, doing every command she wanted them to, but she knew they wouldn't. They'd never get down at her feet, even though that was the only place they should have been on, the floor. "Oh yeah, I really missed you, I mean, I haven't seen you in ages, after you left to live with Potter here. What do you do every night? Have a good shag?" she said lightly, smirking. It was a pretty rubbish comeback, but they stuck together like glue, and she wouldn't be surprised to walk in and see them naked. On top of each other. The thought made her chuckle slightly, and lifted her spirits slightly.

Then her spirits fell back down, remembering the nicknames they'd given her. "By the way, my name is Bellatrix, not Trixie. Or Bellsy. So stop with it," she snapped, glaring at them both.

James opened his mouth with a cross expression when Bellatrix returned with a zinger about Evans. He was about to explain quite haughtily that of course Evans would end up going out with him...I mean, how could she not?...when a very familiar voice chimed in at his side. "Sirius!" James exclaimed brightly, his hazl eyes lighting up as he reached out a fist for the other gryffindor to bump with his own.

His eyes clouded a bit at the shag comment but then became unnaturally bright as he decided to go with it. It would probably annoy Bella more than if he got upset and tried to argue it. "Oh bollux Paddy, she caught us!" He draped an arm around his best mate's shoulder, grinning broadly at the slytherin across from them before adding, quite deliberately. "Bellsy."

Sirius glowered at Bellatrix. He absolutely hated his cousin, and every meeting between the two of them reminded Sirius of this a hundred times over. Truly, they were opposite – Bellatrix a foaming at the mouth believer in the Pureblood elite, and who, most likely, would become a Death Eater the moment she could – if she wasn’t already. And Sirius, a Blood traitor, who had abandoned his own family, any true claim on inheritance of the Black Fortune, as well as his surname. Truly, though they were related, they served as a parable of opposites to each other.

Catching James’ idea of wanting to mess with Bellatrix’ head, Sirius draped his arm around James as the latter draped his own arm around Sirius. “Oh, damn. And we were so careful, Pronsie. However did she find out!?” Sirius smiled brightly at Bellatrix. “Really, Trixie, you must learn to mind ones own business. It’s really not your concern what Prongsie and I do at night. How about yourself? Had any fun rides with Roddy lately?” Sirius grinned evilly, his full intent of harassing Bellatrix becoming perfectly clear.