Bellatrix Lestrange is the best conductor in the state, a maestro whose bearing inspires both fear and admiration. She leads the orchestra as if it were her own personal army, cutting through the air with an unerring sweep of her hand, forcing every instrument to obey her will. The notes don’t just fall into the score—they are burned into the musicians’ minds like orders that cannot be denied.

There is eternal dissatisfaction in her gaze. The perfect sound is just a ghost that she pursues, exhausting each member of the orchestra to the limit. She does not tolerate weakness, indifference, lack of fire. There is no room for mediocrity in her orchestra.

And now she is looking for a drummer. Not just a musician, but one who will feel her rhythm without words. Who will be her heartbeat in music—precise, unstoppable, ready to break the air with blows, forcing silence itself to obey. Anyone who comes to the audition must be prepared not just to act - to survive under her gaze.