Disclaimer: I Do Not Own Harry Potter.
AN: Set in my "A Plan" universe.
Andromeda Lestrange stood there with her nostrils flaring in annoyance and her daughter Nymphadora knew that she had to deflect her mother's annoyance elsewhere.
"It was all Aunt Bella's idea." Nymphadora said, her hair changing from purple to green.
"Hey, it was your idea!," Bellatrix replied, not the slightest bit concerned about being glared at by Andromeda. "I just didn't stop you setting fire things."
"I don't care whose idea it was the fact several pieces of very valuable art are destroyed. You could have been hurt Nymphadora and Bella you're the adult here, why didn't you stop her?." Andromeda hissed, glaring at her older sister who she was never letting babysit her daughter again.
"You said no giving any ice cream or sweets. No taking her along with me to torture people, but you never said I couldn't let her set fire to things. So its your fault for not telling me." Bellatrix answered, not seeing what all the fuss was about.
Andromeda let out a loud sigh of frustration and Nymphadora not so subtly hid behind her Aunt.
"I guess this isn't the time to tell you that Aunt Bella gave me lots of sweets and now I feel sick." Nymphadora told her mother.
"Seriously Andy you need to teach your kid to keep her mouth shut." Bellatrix hissed, turning round slightly to glare at her niece.
"Bella!."
"She wouldn't shut up and I was hoping that if I gave her enough sweets she'd go away and leave me," Bellatrix explained, stepping away from Nymphadora slightly because her face gone pale and she was sure that her niece was going to puke any second. "Anyway, this has been fun, but I have to go now so goodbye and good luck with cleaning all this up."