Bellatrix Lestrange roamed the streets of London, going from one club to another. Since disobeying her master and fleeting she hid among the muggles. She hadn't initially intended to betray the man but he was an idiot and Bellatrix had had enough, so she took matters into her own hands. A few of the death eaters who feared her more than Voldemort fled with her, leaving him under numbered.
She'd told her followers to take their families and flee, she'd call them back when the time was right. She'd instructed them to lay low, just as she had intended to do in muggle London.

The news that Bellatrix Lestrange the estranged right hand of Voldemort had left him brought even more fear among the Wizarding world. She was unpredictable and more psychotic than him. She was one hell of a dueller and skilled witch, and her mind was simply brilliant, there's no telling what would happen now.

The dark witch found herself among drunk sweaty muggles in one of those halloween parties. She was known to be a bit of a party animal and loved anything that associated with bad behaviour. And she'd come to learn that drunk muggles lose all sense of moral behaviour and she loved it. She watched as two drunk boys started a fight outside, no one attempted to stop it at all, instead they gathered around to watch. Inside a group began chugging down this muggle alcohol called beer (which Bellatrix found out was nothing at all like butter beer) and the man at the corner of the room who controlled the music seemed to be lost in his own world dancing to his music.

She made her way through the sweaty crowd to get herself a drink, ignoring the few wolf whistles as she passed a group of boys.
"You." She said catching the attention of a tall dark haird  muscular young man, possibly in his late 20's.
"Me?" He quirks his brow.
"Get me a whisky, neat." She said, eyes never leaving his.  He began rummaging through the cupboards in the kitchen until he came across a  Jack Daniels.
"This alright?" He holds the bottle up.
"It'll do just fine." She offers a smile as he gets a glass.
"Oh no pet, leave the bottle." She gripped the bottle, pulling it from his hands. The man eyed her up and down, a smirk tugging at his lips.
"So whys the sexiest woman here all alone?"
The woman chuckles.
"Because she likes lurking in the darkness watching the idiocy of you lot." The woman meets his gaze.
"Well how about we take this upstairs." He grabs the bottle.
"And partake in something idiotic ourselves."
"You wouldn't be able to handle what I have to offer." The woman said downing her glass.
"I might surprise you."
"Give me the bottle and I'll think about it." Bellatrix had no intention to folly around with this young rowdy Neanderthal, all she wanted was the drink. The man hands her the bottle, and as soon as it's in her grasp she turns around ready to leave when she caught a glimpse of a very unexpected but not unpleasant sight.

Minerva couldn't help but look on in disgust at the place Dumbledore had dragged them to. In all her years she'd never been to anything quite like this.
"What have you talked me into..." Minerva said whilst following Dumbledore inside.
"Hell." Severus came to stand beside Minerva.
"Would you pair lighten up? This is supposed to be a fun experience." Dumbledore looked on in bewilderment at the mess that was the muggle party.

"Winning a game of chess is a fun experience, or beating Severus in a broom race is a fun experience, this is not."
"I agree with Minerva, as for the winning part I let you win."
"Oh yes of course."Minerva nods in agreement, smiling amusingly at the man who now clears his throat and stands taller, of course Dumbledore wasn't buying it, he knew Minerva's skills at chess.
"This place is...barbaric." Just as Severus said that a drunk man stumbles into him.
"A'righ butt, 'ows it going?"
Snape looks to Minerva in disgust.
"How's it going with you?" Dumbledore responded, amusement clear in his smile.
"A'right like." He slurs, his eyes falling onto Minerva.
"Ow's it going?" He nods in Minerva's direction. The man eyes her before continuing, which was a mistake on his part.
"so did it 'urt when yous fell fro' eaven?"
"What hurts is your inability to speak English." Minerva said, trying to stop herself from throwing up. The man slurs something inaudible before falling to the floor.

"Well that was...interesting." Snape looks at the past out man before their feet.
"I thought he was rather nice." Dumbledore shrugs catching the attention of both his colleagues.