Place: Yaxley's Flat
Date: August 2nd
Time: 10:00 am
Anyone on Yaxley's street would probably die of shock at the sight of Bellatrix Lestrange's return. She appeared much as she had the night before, though she hadn't bothered with the cloak today--she was working hard to get out of the habit of secrecy and stealth, and wandering about town in a dark cloak was certainly a stealthy measure (though not particularly so in midmorning).
She had said she would only be at his flat occasionally, and she still intended that, but from the multitude of possessions she'd brought with her, it might appear like she never planned to leave at all. Bellatrix's pile of luggage was like her social stature: very, very high. It was all neatly packaged and stack--the house elf who had done the packing for her had even tied a silky green ribbon around each separate piece.
As a lady, she had no intention of actually carrying (or bespelling, as it were) any of it herself. She squinted up at the building, picked out Yaxley's window and sent up a few sparks to announce her arrival.