After another yawn, she found herself on the other side of the mansion and entered what was once the second floor dining room. A high ceiling, plenty of windows with a view of a yard neither of them had actually visited in years, a large set of double doors leading to a balcony lounge and a hardwood floor. This dining room had been repurposed into their computer room. Naturally, Bellatrix was where she expected her to be: right in front her computer. Her setup had always been beyond insane: a frame with five monitors connected to a PC with specs NASA would be jealous of. Bellatrix herself was sat on a chair specifically designed for her and, as usual, clad in only her underwear and headphones with plastic cat-ears buried in her curly mane.