In the mean time, Bellatrix had managed to compose herself after her brief "loss of control" that she felt she had fallen subject to. She left her quarters and stormed down the stairs and up to Hermione's door. The younger witch had been seated on her bed at this time, balancing between writing out spells she was reading and their understanding and meanings. She really would study the magic she knew. With no regard, Bellatrix swung her door open. she strode in with a heroic elegance about her, though the anger in her blood was painted all over her face, in a devilish glare, and a jaw squared tight. Hermione's head snapped up in surprise and faced the older witch as her quill, book and notepad fell to the ground.  She stood to face her, still calming her breathing from the shock when the older woman slammed the door shut behind her. 