Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by J.K. Rowling. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended. Song is not mine.

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"We feel things that we can't explain
If we try hard we just might." – Automatic Loveletter

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Bellatrix Black

Bellatrix makes her way down the corridor of the Hogwarts Express, fuming silently. She can still hear Mother's voice ringing in her ears: 'Act more ladylike, Bellatrix. Why can't you be more like Narcissa? She knows how to behave properly…' and so on, until she wants to scream from frustration.

As of now, she is unable to find some poor victim to take her anger out on. She decides to settle for the next person she finds. Hopefully, it will be a Mudblood who deserves it just on account of its existence. However, as if everyone had been warned in advance of her anger, the corridor is completely empty. She finally reaches the compartment that she usually sits in, chosen for its quiet and lack of proximity to the annoying, chattering people she despises.

Unfortunately, it is already occupied - by none other than Rodolphus Lestrange. Though they knew each other by name and appearance, they have never been able to become anything other than acquaintances - definitely not a relation close enough for him to be allowed to occupy her compartment. Opening the doors with a violent slam, she stands in the threshold without saying a word. Tearing his eyes away from the window to look at her, he raises an eyebrow. "And what may I do for you, Ms. Black?" He asks condescendingly.

If it is anything that Bellatrix hates more than having something that rightfully belongs to her taken away, it is being looked down on. Both things have already been done in the last minute. Scowling, she snaps, "Get out of my compartment."

He stands, but only to approach her. In a tone that suggests he is surprised to be challenged, he drawls, "Really, I don't recall seeing your name anywhere."

She grits her teeth. In the past, she has made it abundantly clear that this compartment is hers, and no one has dared to challenge her on it. She is feared for her temper and family background. Most people would rather choose to let her have her way than antagonize her. Except for him.

They both seem to realize that neither of them wants to leave the privacy of the compartment, but one of them will end up doing so. Making the foolish assumption that it will be her, he suggests mockingly, "Really, calm down. I'm sure that some unfortunate Mudblood will take you in, despite how annoying you are."

She gives up any pretense of being ladylike and fixes him with one of her infamous glares. How dare he make such a disgusting suggestion? He is clearly insinuating that she, a daughter of the Noble House of Black, would stoop low enough to socialize with Mudbloods.

She fingers her wand, which is hidden in her school robes, but she hesitates in drawing it. She doesn't particularly want to get in trouble on the first day. But another glance at that insufferable smirk is enough to rid her of some of her doubts- some, but not all. She slowly removes the hold she has on her wand as she decides against hexing him.

Instead, she punches him in the mouth.

Author's Note(s): Special thanks to my beta, Jacalyn Hyde. She is awesome. =]
Lyrics-wise, Bella doesn't understand why Rodolphus infuriates her so much, and vice-versa. I hope that wasn't confusing. Please R&R!