Draw

There was nothing more fascinating than watching lean fingers make a pencil dance across a blank piece of paper, doing its own magic, stronger than no wand could ever produce as it created charcoal to ballrooms and forests, dragons and people who only existed there. Most of all though, Natasha loved Bellatrix' dress.

Candle

Often there was nothing but candles lighting up their room. Natasha had always thought it was a romantic gesture to have a candlelit room, but as she got used to the candles, she realised it had nothing to do with romance, it was all about intimacy. The way you saw your lover in an entirely new light, and how everything was more dim, leaving so much more to the other senses.

Swamp

"You know most people would choose a park", Natasha commented offhandedly, tugging the little boy further into his blankets. A swamp wasn't exactly a place to drag a baby in Natasha's opinion. As usual, Bellatrix didn't agree though.
"Those people are muggles, this is Lestrange property, and it's where they've always had their Child Blessings", she said, looking over her shoulder.

Jar

"A jar?", Natasha raised her eyebrow before shaking her head. "Why on earth would you call a beer for a jar?"

"It's not the beer. It's the glass of beer, as in the serving, not the beverage", she told her impatiently as Natasha could only nod. She'd learned American so easily, and the accent she had already nailed, but she could not wrap her head around British vocabulary.

Handle

Handling Bellatrix could be hard. She was.. Unstable to say the least, and where Natasha could subdue the strongest man, outwit the smartest person and deal with even the best fighters, none of that helped her against a wand. Even disarming did not help her handle Bellatrix (which in parts was because Bellatrix did not need her wand). Nothing did, and Natasha hated it.

Gem

Gems. Gems were everywhere when Natasha looked through Bella's family jewellery. Whether it was Lestrange or Black, the wizarding families liked jewellery with gems in them. Black, white, blue, green, red. It made her think of her time before Bellatrix, where this would only be a part of her disguise. Now, Bella made her wear it when she met all the family members she'd only heard about. They'd recognise the jewellery, and Bella would apparate them out as wands were drawn and words became louder and louder.

Glitter

Like gems, glitter was a big part of being High Classed in the Wizarding society. Bella kept dragging her to balls and parties, and after a time, they didn't disapparate when her family became enraged by Bella's choice of a muggle, Bella drew her wand, and soon no one complained anymore. That left time for Natasha to notice glitter on the walls, sewn into the dresses, magically glued to the edges of the glasses, and falling from the ceiling in unlimited amounts as snow, without ever hitting the ground.

Piggyback

Time went fast after their boy was born, Bellatrix was allowed to name him after the customs of her family, and even though she chose one of the less hideous names from a list of constellations she kept in her head, Natasha preferred referring to her son as звездном-ребенок, Star-Child, instead of Cepheus.
As did she for his two first years of life, getting the boy more accustomed to his Russian name than his English one.
"звездном-ребенок, haven't you had enough piggyback rides for today?" She asked the kid as he dismounted the house-elf who looked part exhausted, part thrilled. They'd lightened up remarkably since Cepheus was born.

Gecko

How a gecko came into the house, Bellatrix didn't know-geckos, seriously? However, it'd need to get out before Natasha came how, because it seemed like every house elf in the estate was afraid of geckos, and the Russian could not see the order of the house be disturbed by something so small.

Metal

Natasha always saw herself as made of stone, maybe because she'd been told so many times. However, after Cepheus birth, and first two years in life, she came to a startling realisation about her fiancée. Bella had been part of a war which had taken more from her than Natasha had ever had, and that had left her hard as metal.

Laugh

Laughter filled the house, and despite her best attempt not to, Bellatrix found herself smiling. The little boy, almost three years by now, was laughing so much in those months, that Bella could not stay sour or stern in front of him.