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''Bella'' Narcissa rose a perfectly shaped eyebrow, surveying her sister with interest over the mahogany dining table.
''Umm?''
''Why do you look so pleased with yourself?''
''Not telling'' Bellatrix smiled coyly, her straight white teeth shone encased with in her grin, which could only be described as one of mischief. Narcissa had thankfully half persuaded, half blackmailed her sibling to take a course of potions to rectify her teeth, bringing them back to a healthy state. They both knew it was a fairly painful affair given a strong course of Skelegrow that was involved, but the truth is Narcissa just couldn't bear to look upon Bellas' teeth a moment longer; however, her weight could be re-established given time, reversing some of the superficial damage wrought by Azkaban. Though Cissy had tried…she could not ignore her sisters broken smile forever; like an itch you could not scratch, she eventually resorted to other means.
''Typical'' Cissy breathed into her tea, resigning herself to not being privy to the workings of Bella, knowing whatever it was would eventually come into the light. Alternatively, she'd find something small to manipulate Bella with and use it to satisfy her curiously. It was a game they played, Cissy with the constant advantage of being the youngest and knowing it faired in her favour.
Truth be told Bellatrix hadn't slept at all, choosing to forgo it in lieu of research. She had a good grasp of all who were involved throughout the ministry debacle; Weasleys being the most obvious… the female being strikingly more impressive than the male, then there was poor Longbottom…she'd enjoy tormenting that one. Oh Potter how she longs to flay that boy alive but alas her Lord take presentence over that duty. Lovegood an oddity to be sure, the girl hardly seemed to notice she was in a life or death situation at all, which was fascinating at first, but Bella came to the conclusion she was no more a threat than the imaginary beasts her father wrote about in the crazed Quibbler. Finally, there was Granger, her nephew had spoken about in passing of a dirty Mudblood Potter had befriended, whom Hogwarts professors had dared to deem 'the brightest witch of her age'. This knowledge had both infuriated Bella and intrigued her. Now knowing it was that 'witch' she had witnessed throughout the duels at the Ministry of magic, only served to annoy her more. She had common sense during intense situations that much was clear, but not nearly enough given she'd followed Potter into the faux kidnapping in the first place; blind leading the blind. A snide thought crept into Bellatrixs' brain, I'm going to have fun with this one.