Bellatrix is twenty-nine years old and has never been inside a muggle convenience store. She has also never really felt the need to go inside one. As a matter of fact, she hasn't had much of a taste for Muggle London as a general rule. Things had happened, working for the D.M.A.C. will do that, but this is her spare time, so why would she –– well, the explanation is simple: Bellatrix just so happens to be right and proper sloshed; in fact, there might be things at play here that aren't necessarily alcoholic or legal in nature. That and it was an equally inebriated Lucius' idea, or so she swears.

There is exactly one reason why Draco can't spot them from a mile away, and that reason is a gaggle of teenage goths who block them from his view for long enough to turn this into a proper horror show. One moment, it's just Draco, unsuspecting muggles, and his groceries, and in the next, there's Bella, steadying and steadied by Lucius, less than an arm-length away, gesturing towards his shopping, and informing Lucius with amused haughtiness: "Look at this mu-– peasant, he obviously can't find the sweets section, either."