"What a vain, vapid, vacuous varlet!" Bellatrix shrieked.
"Calm down Bella," Rodolphus muttered as he ran his hands over his face. "We've heard it all before."
"I just-" She started. "I just don't understand, Rod! She had such potential and then-then she runs off and does something like this! I-just-I don't even- No words can explain how I feel. You wouldn't understand." She sighed.
"I do understand. I'm in the same boat as you if you didn't notice. I haven't seen Rabastan shed one tear since he was seven years old, and he was an absolute bawl-baby last night. He didn't leave his bed for three days."
"At least you still have your brother."
Rodolphus shrugged, "Fair point. There's nothing we can do about it now."
"She'll probably have his little whelps." She spoke bitterly.
"I don't even know what half of the words you said mean..." Narcissa said exasperated.
"Widen your vocabulary before you marry then." Cygnus spoke as Skedaddle placed his breakfast on the table in front of him.
"Bella? Is there any reason why the two hundred year old goblin-made vace in your old room is shattered," Every syllable out of Druella's mouth dripped with venom. "Rosier heirloom. Explain yourself."
She shrugged carelessly and let out a cackle. "I was a little angry this week. My deepest sympathies, Mother." Bellatrix did her best impression of Skedaddle, stood up and bowed. Narcissa raised a brow.
"Father, I do believe she has finally come unhinged." She said clearly, staring right through her sister.
"I'm in the room, you know." She spoke bitterly.
"It doesn't matter whether you live here or not, married or spinster, you will make up for that vase one way or another." Druella spoke harshly as Glicker, their other house elf, pulled out a chair for her.
"What is with everyone not making sense today?" Rodolphus asked.
Silence.
"So when are we to expect your first heir?" Druella asked suddenly.
Rodolphus choked. "E-Excuse me, ma'am?"
"An heir, son. That's the point. An heir, you know, a male child who can carry on the Lestrange name. Surely your parents have told you?" Cygnus asked suspiciously.
"I-uh- know what that means, sir. We- well- have decided that- well- we'll have a child soon," He chuckled nervously. "Promise." He swallowed.
Druella and Cygnus raised their brow in unison, "There something you would like to tell us, boy?" Cygnus squinted.
"Mother. Father," Bellatrix started as the family turned to face her. "Please." She glared.
Druella clenched her jaw, but nevertheless turned back to her food.
"How the hell am I going to pay for a vase like that? No amount of money can replace an heirloom..." Bellatrix spoke.
"You don't actually think she'll make you pay for it, do you," Narcissa responded, inspecting her fingernails. "You couldn't pay for it anyway. Well," She thought for a moment, "Maybe you could. What with the Lestrange money. You could also just give her one of Rod's." She said, never looking up from her nails.
"You're all ridiculous. Can't believe I'm married to you lot." Bellatrix muttered.
"Thank you." Narcissa squinted as she picked some dirt out from beneath her fingernails.
"Merlin's pet gerbil! Would you stop with the nails?" Bellatrix grabbed Narcissa's hand and flicked each fake acrylic nail off of her fingers.
"Hey!" She pouted. Bellatrix rolled her eyes.
"So Mother and Father told me she left you a note also." She mumbled. Narcissa nodded.
"Would you like to see it?" She asked, and Bellatrix nodded reluctantly.
Ignoring her nails, Narcissa got up from her bed, and strolled over to her make-up mirror. She grabbed her jewelry box and picked out a piece of folded parchment. Narcissa handed it to her without words and sat back down on her bed.
The ink on the parchment had started to fade and there were recent tear drops on the ends, and the parchment, itself, had been wrinkled a little too much.
Like it had been read too many times.
Bella looked up at her sister questioningly, but Narcissa refused to meet her gaze.
Dear Cissy,
Most likely you'll take this better than Bella will, but I guess I don't even know anymore. You're not as predictable as you once were.
There are a few things I'd like to stay. I know this is hard, but I'm in love. It's unfortunate you couldn't accept me. It isn't that I ran away, rather you forced me to. I would've been miserable, Cissy, you know that. That life was never for me. I wanted a life of freedom, happiness, and I've found that in Ted.
I know we'll most likely never speak to each other civilly again, and that pains me like you'll never know.
I couldn't have asked for a better baby sister.
Forever in my heart,
Andromeda soon-to-be Tonks.
P.S. I hope you understand. You were always one for love stories. It's not as romantic as they seem.
"What's that last line mean?" Bellatrix asked confused.
Narcissa shrugged. "I've asked myself the same question a dozen of times. It could go either way."
"... Maybe it means she didn't ask for this," Bellatrix said after a moment, "But why would she abandon the family? It doesn't make sense. She didn't take the mark, so it's not a mission..."
Narcissa flinched. Any time a family member or anyone else spoke of the new army forming, she felt uncomfortable. She wasn't sure what she thought of it yet. Narcissa was a pureblood, and this order fought for Pureblood supremacy. Yet, she wasn't sure. She knew her sister and her husband, Rodolphus, were members, and she eventually knew Lucius would take the mark. In her opinion, she didn't want to be involved. She'd never voice her opinion, especially with her sister sitting across from her, but she knew it would never work. There weren't enough Purebloods left to survive, and it would probably end up destroying the world. Since her sister had new found obsession for it, she wouldn't say anything against it she knew that much.
"It doesn't matter. Like Rodolphus said, she's gone and isn't come back," She spoke throwing the letter back to Narcissa. "No matter how hard one wishes." She added, hoping Narcissa didn't hear her.
She slammed her bedroom door shut and retreated down the stairs to Floo home with Roddy.