AN: Short Chapter Here! Will Update More ASAP.
But she herself was unsure.
Narcissa stood nonvocal. Not knowing what to say, tongue-tied.
Not being discreet enough to reassure her sister vocally, without drawing attention to themselves, she snuck a quick look at the Dark Lord to make sure he was still consumed in reading names out.
Bellatrix slid her hand down Narcissa's arm, and gave her a sturdy yet soft-hearted squeeze.
Avoiding eyes with anyone else in the room, she waited for Narcissa to give her as much as an insignificant response.
The one thing Bellatrix needed to go ahead with what they were pursuing was her sister as a backbone, a pillar to lean on.
She would never admit it, but she knew. She'd always known. Narcissa was emotionally stronger than she would ever be, never crumbling under emotional burdens and handled onerous situations better than Bellatrix ever could and would.
Bellatrix needed that, she needed it bad.
And God was Bellatrix thankful, when she felt her sister squeeze back.
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