Delete/Erase
Natasha had not used Bella's pensieve since before their son was born, and when she pulled it out again-not daring to do so with Bellatrix in the house, so waiting until she was at a meeting in Gringotts-she found the cabinet it was in, full of vials. Inside the vials were the red smoke Bella had taught her meant a memory was pulled out of someone's head, rather than just making a copy of it.
She understood all over again, just how broken Bellatrix must be.
Ink
Contracts, official papers, bank papers, insurances, all of that Natasha needed to sign, and it was never good enough when she wrote with a ballpoint pen. No, she'd entered the magic world when she married Bella, and that meant everything had to be signed with quill and ink. The one thing Natasha could not seem to master, no matter how much she tried.
Write
Where Bellatrix drew to remember, and keep her thoughts on other things, Natasha wrote. Her hand slid quickly over the paper, writing in Russian, which she felt was a sort of betrayal. It wasn't because this was her diary, nor were the drawings Bellatrix', but Natasha could see Bella's thoughts in her drawings, and even if Bella found this book, she would not be able to decode Natasha's words.
Dangle
"Cepheus Romanoff! I will not raise my wand if you fall down, so get off that roof right now!" Bellatrix yelled at her son as she found him atop the Lestrange Manor, feet dangling off the edge.
Clear
The years went fast, blurred together, but one memory still stood clear in Natasha's mind. Seeing Bellatrix raise her wand at their son when he went into Rodolphus study.
Bath
The warm water was scolding as Natasha lowered herself into the bathtub. She liked the heat, and she liked the now rare smile that graced her lover's lips.
Thread
While Bellatrix drew dresses, Natasha decided to sew them. She couldn't know whether her wife would be furious or happy, but she could only hope for the latter. Bella could use some happiness.
Click
There were certain doors you shouldn''t open, certain things you shouldn't mention. There were those few people you shouldn't mention, and one big button you shouldn't click.
Foreign
Consideration wasn't foreign to Bellatrix, but on their seventh year of marriage, she realised it might seem that way to natasha, and that sense of worry, was indeed foreign.