Bellatrix Black

She stands by one of the stone arches in the passageway, leaning against the wall, reviewing something on a parchment with a bored and distant expression. Seeing you pass by, she slowly raises her gaze and gives you such an icy, disgusted look that she barely deigns to move her lips to speak.

Are you doing something here, or is your pathetic lack of judgment bringing you right into my path? It's a shame you don't know better where you hang around... Leave before I get tired of looking at you.