Bellatrix Black was not a sentimental woman.
The sentence bounced fervently through her brain as she examined the decrepit, hollow building that was Black Manor. She strode recklessly to the drawing room, with its curled, fading wallpaper. Her fingers trailed across the familiar names and faces. Cygnus, Druella, Bellatrix, Narcissa...Andromeda.
Her filthy blood traitor sister's eyes bore into hers, and she could feel the satisfaction bubbling in her blood as she pulled her wand from her robes, sending a curse towards Andromeda's spot of the tapestry.
A wicked smile crept to her face as she watched tendrils of smoke rise from the charred wallpaper.
"Much better," Bellatrix spat, her heels clacking against the floor as she exited the room. She felt her foot catch on something soft.
Her body slammed into the marble floor with a start, and she cursed between clenched teeth. Bellatrix's gaze swept around the floor, wondering what had caused her fall.
The saddest teddy best she had ever seen sat huddled outside the doorway.
Bellatrix uttered a breathy, cold laugh as she examined the thing.
Its eyes had long since fallen off, the stuffing spilling out of its sides. There were even maggots swarming along the decaying ears.
Andromeda's bear. Bellatrix could tell from the sloppy 'A' on its stomach. She held the thing to her her chest, remembering the day Andromeda had tried the engraving spell, and how proud she was of herself.
Bellatrix remembered scolding her for such useless magic, that she might as well be a stupid Muggle.
The smallest of smiles crept to her face.
She remembered the rest of the night, holding her sobbing sister, apologizing profusely, holding each other as they fell asleep-
The scattered, blackened debris of the bear exploded over the house as she sent the curse toward it.
Bellatrix Black was not a sentimental woman.