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Rodolphus had thought that leaving Bellatrix and Narcissa alone while he got some work done would be all right. Bellatrix wouldn't be slipping off to the Dark Lord's chambers with her sister around. After all, Narcissa, ever modest, even prudish, would not approve of her going to the Dark Lord the instant Rodolphus left the room.
When he returned, he heard the women laughing happily. He paused and listened through the door, pleased to hear his wife wounding so happy.
"Lucius," Narcissa laughed, her voice slurred slightly by the wine they had been drinking, "is so vain that he cannot leave the house without brushing his hair at least one hundred times." The women laughed.
"Lucius may be vain," Bellatrix replied, "but Rodolphus… Rodolphus is so weak that he can't even bring himself to tell me off for sleeping with the Dark Lord."
Their gales of laughter made Rodolphus sick.