`i have returned, dearest one - cissy

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; background-image: url(http://i51.tinypic.com/15gpkcx.png); padding-bottom: 20px;] words // 560 // outfit // clicky // tagged // Cissy witch gone insane, - C L E A R T H E W A Y M U G G L E , M A K E S O M E R O O M - Bittersweet. This day was so entirely bittersweet. The emaciated body of Bellatrix Lestrange walked, carefully concealed by a stolen, black cloak, through the residents of the wealthy, her mind barely knowing where it was she was heading. It had been her intention, as it always had been, to locate the Dark Lord after escaping Azkaban; that was, if he wasn’t the one to release her. However, he hadn’t been, and she hadn’t the slightest idea of how to find him, especially in her current state. Her steps wavered violently, her feet slightly bleeding from the bare ground, her breathing coming in small gasps. No one noticed her, for the alarm hadn’t quite been raised yet to the general public. Oh no, not this late at night. A twisted smile pulled at her lips. The Ministry was much to controlling, obsessed with the ‘peace’, to raise such panic. And she was the maniac. Ridiculous. Her mind continued to drift between random, lucid thoughts. There wasn’t much anger in her currently, her body being drained from the running. She simply didn’t have the energy. Continuing through the neighborhood, Bellatrix recognized many pureblooded manors, grand in their presence and history. Noble. Proud. Pure. Finally, the woman stopped, her crazed gaze setting itself upon the perfect white gates. Beyond them stood the Malfoy Manor, reminding the witch why she had come here of all places. Cissy. Oh, her dear Cissy was here. Placing her grimy hands on the bars, she continued to peer past them, watching the shadows flicker about the house. She almost felt bad for coming here, knowing her Cissy had probably passed her by during the past fourteen years, moving on with her life. She had a son, as Bellatrix recalled . . . Draco. Yes, the cute, blond brat that looked too much like that son-of-a-bitch husband that Narcissa seemed to love. She remembered him as well. Grimacing, Bellatrix pulled out her wand, which she had managed to retrieve by some miraculous effort as she escaped Azkaban. Quietly the gates opened on her command, swinging open with an ominous feel. Entering hastily, the woman made sure to close the gates behind her. No one would know of her presence here, made sure by a few silent charms cast over the Manor. After sheathing her wand, Bellatrix slowly paraded up the walk-way, eventually taking cover from the night under the veranda. It was quite a long while she stood and stared at the wonderfully bright, white door. She wanted to see her Cissy, alone. Were she to wake the house, she would never accomplish such a goal. Pulling out her wand once more, the dark, thin figure placed the tip at her throat, closing her eyes lightly. After raising her head slowly, Bellatrix whispered, intending her voice to travel to her sister’s bedside. ”Cissy . . ?” she spoke gently. If there was one person she would die for, other than the Dark Lord, it would be her beloved sister. ”Cissy. Come open the door for me.” She was quite aware of her atrocious physical state, dressed only in the prisoner’s garb, covered with a thick cloak. Her hair was something to avoid looking at, but was hid graciously under the hood. Her eyes, nearly soulless and dark, watched the handle of the door carefully, awaiting her sister’s presence. Freedom felt so completely blissful. notes // finished. told you i'm not so good at starting ;P

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[NARCISSA MALFOY]

Narcissa obviously was insane, and that was not something she liked to think. She thought she heard her Bella call out her name. For almost a year after Bellatrix’s imprisonment, Narcissa heard Bellatrix call to her. How strange that so many years later, she heard that cry again. She, of course, ignored it. It was just her imagination. It meant nothing. She closed her eyes. She would just go back to sleep, and in the morning, she would forget all about it. Except… except there was her sister’s voice, once again. Bellatrix wanted her to open the door. She reached over to touch her slumbering husband, but withdrew her hand at once, as though she were burned. He would think that she had lost her mind. Perhaps he would have her committed, in a bed next to the Longbottoms’ at St. Mungo’s. He had tolerated her hearing her sister’s voice for so long, but he was probably relieved she stopped hearing it. No, it was just the wind. She would go back to bed and forget about it

For half a second, she tried to sleep, but her heart kept beating. Something felt different. She really felt like her sister needed her. Quietly as she could, and without disturbing her sleeping husband, Narcissa placed her uncovered feet on the floor. She sat up, not moving for a moment, as she wondered if she really were crazy enough to see if her sister really was at the door. Deciding she was, she stood up, perhaps a little too quickly and pulled on her silk dressing gown for modesty’s sake. Her nightgown started a touch too low for a woman her age and ended a tough too high, but it made her feel young. Her dressing gown covered down past her ankles. Both were the dark Slytherin green that she wore so much. She wished she had red for Gryffindor courage, not that she would tell anyone that.

Making her way, quickly but quietly through the manor, with each step, Narcissa tried convincing herself to turn back, but something in her gut told her she needed to go to the door. When she finally reached it, she held her hand on the doorknob for a moment, trying to convince herself that Bellatrix would not be there and she should not be too disappointed. Yet when she opened door, there stood her sister in a disheveled state. Despite her belief that Bellatrix would be there, nothing could have prepared her for that moment. She gasped, the sound echoing around her, but she did not notice, “B-B-Bellatrix?” How were you supposed to greet your older sister who had been imprisoned for 14 years? Common sense finally took over. She pulled her wand from the pocket she had in every piece of clothing to hide it. When married to a Death Eater, she knew to never let her guard down for a second. Always carry a wand and never think the impossible could happen. Pointing her wand directly at her sister, Narcissa asked with a quivering voice, “Where did Mother and Father take us every summer?” Only her sisters, and maybe some cousins, would know the answer. An imposter would never know, and Narcissa had to know if this really was her sister.

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The silence worried Narcissa. What if this possible imposter tried reading her mind for the answer? She looked away from her sister, though it was hard to stop looking because she could not get over the change in the once beautiful face. Bellatrix was still beautiful, but there was a horror there that Azkaban had added to her dark looks. To be truthful, it frightened Narcissa. What if, Merlin forbid, her husband ever was caught as a Death Eater? What if he was imprisoned in Azkaban? Would he lose his handsome looks just as Bellatrix had? She could not think that way though. The only way her husband would be caught is if the Dark Lord lost, and he would never. To even think it merited a punishment by death. The Dark Lord favored Lucius. He was safe. Bellatrix only was sent to prison because she continued to fight for the Dark Lord after he disappeared. She had been foolish. Her husband was not foolish. He would be safe. The Dark Lord would make it so. Yet, a doubt still ran through Narcissa's mind as she waited for Bellatrix's answer.

When finally her sister decided to reply, Narcissa wanted to run at her sister and hug her. She knew that soon the Dark Lord would release the prisoners who had been captured for him, but she thought that Lucius would have given her ample notice of her sister's return. Even though Narcissa wanted to really greet her sister, she felt her feet frozen to the spot. She just could not get over the shock. It had been 14 years since they last saw each other. Narcissa wanted to visit her sister in prison, but she knew she never could because she and Lucius had to keep up appearances of law-abiding citizens. Their survival depended on it. Did her sister hate her for not visiting? Narcissa probably would if the situations were reversed, and that upset the woman horribly. Obviously she could not be too mad if she decided to come here first though.

Narcissa lowered her wand, knowing she had no need to be afraid that she was being deceived. This was obviously her sister. She knew that now. When Bellatrix asked to be let in, Narcissa blushed at her rudeness, "Of course, Bellatrix. I apologize. I am just in such shock to see you. I did not expect to. Lucius had not told me that you would be released," Narcissa moved to the side so that Bellatrix had room to enter in the manor. She leaned against the door frame, something she rarely did. Narcissa appreciated good posture, just as her mother had taught her, but right now, she needed the support. Narcissa ignored the offered wand, "I believe you, sister. Please forgive me for not realizing the truth earlier. As I said, I am just so surprised to see you. But very glad to see, please believe me. Come, I will make you some tea, or stronger if you would prefer." The Malfoys had replaced their house elf after Dobby left them because it would have looked very poorly on the family if they did not have one. Their house elf should have made the tea, but Narcissa needed something to do with her hands.

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; background-image: url(http://i51.tinypic.com/15gpkcx.png); padding-bottom: 20px;] words // 536 // outfit // clicky // tagged // Cissy witch gone insane, - C L E A R T H E W A Y M U G G L E , M A K E S O M E R O O M - Bellatrix noticed the posture change in her sister as she answered the question correctly. Her eyes grew wider with shock and wonder, obviously marveling at Bellatrix’s appearance. Closing her eyes slowly, Bellatrix allowed her sister her moment. After all, she too had been examining Cissy, amazed by the fourteen year transformation. It was a lot to gather mentally, and when it came to her sister, Bellatrix was a lot more understanding. Opening her eyes to slits, the witch watched as shock turned to hurt, and then to relief. It was interesting, how much one learned to watch while in Azkaban. Watching as all one really had to do in the blasted place: for talking got you into trouble that you really didn’t want to be in. Eventually, Narcissa lowered her wand, gaining a small nod from Bella. The blush her sister conjured was foreign to the escapee, and she simply watched in a momentary fit of apathy as her sister apologized. Slowly she raised her index finger to her mouth, not wanting to taint her Cissy with her filthiness by touching her lips instead. She walked in slowly when there was room for her too, whispering lightly: ”Now now, Cissy. Quiet. No need to wake your boys.” Her playful tone took over, even as it was drowned pitifully by the hoarseness of her voice. Gingerly, Bellatrix pulled back on her wand, placing it back inside the cloak. A little smile spread across her lips, happy to once again be here. Even if it belonged to Lucius. Bellatrix twirled around softly, the cloak lifting lazily from her body. Her eyes stared at her sister, leaning against the door frame. Were she so happy to see her, why was she acting so strangely? ”No, dear one. Do not lower yourself for me. Let that vermin do it. What was his name?” Her gaze drifted to the ceiling as she tried to remember. Anyway, he was nothing like Kretcher, who she actually liked. His misplaced attitude she was rather fond of, but never would she show him that. Bella treated him worse than dirt, and yet had his favor and respect. As it should be. ”Doesn’t matter. Cissy,” she spoke, her voice changing suddenly. ”I realize you were asleep. Feel free to return to your husband: I will be here in the morning if you so desire me to be.” Years in Azkaban had not changed the manner of speaking in which she had grown up with. Being royalty never truly left you, if you were raised with it. Deadened, was her voice. Beyond weary. Beyond caring of her physical nature. Beyond anything that could expend more energy. Silently she turned, swirling in a most majestic nature, and walked off into the living room: where she knew her sister would follow. Narcissa, despite her offer to return to sleep, wouldn’t accept. She was far too polite to Bella to leave her after fourteen years, and she knew this. Further more, she knew her sister would want to hear it all: everything that had happened. That part, she wasn’t sure how to answer. The horror that had been her life for so long was difficult to explain in a few simple sentences. notes // >.< eh?

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Narcissa could not help but smile when she heard her sister joke. Now it felt more like old times. She shook her head as she gestured her sister inside the house, “Do not fret about them, Bellatrix. They could sleep through a Quidditch game. They wouldn’t because they never want to miss the sport, but that’s neither here nor there. You are safe,” Narcissa emphasized, looking at her sister. She just could not take her eyes off her sister. She worried that if she did, Bellatrix would disappear again for another 14 years. She needed to make sure that Bellatrix understood that she was most welcomed here for as long as she wanted. Narcissa did not have much control in the household, but under no circumstance would she let Lucius kick out her sister. Family meant more to Narcissa than anything.

“Hopsy,” Narcissa said with a smirk that she picked up from Lucius without realizing it, “Sounds like a rabbit, but he’s much better than the last one,” Narcissa knew Dobby’s name, but she refused to utter it ever again after he left them high and dry. Oh the shame she felt until they got a new house elf. She was about to call him to make tea when Bellatrix stopped her, “Bellatrix,” Narcissa whispered, holding her hand out to her sister, “You will sleep here tonight, and for as many nights as you desire, although I’m sure you will wish to return to your husband soon. First we will talk. I will have tea made and you can relax. Then you can take a long bath before you sleep. Tonight you can borrow some of my clothes to sleep in, but tomorrow we can shop for some new clothes, as I am sure you will not want to stay in my clothes for very long,” Once again she smiled. She loved having her sister back. Narcissa always looked up to her older sister, so proud, so sure of herself. She was everything Narcissa ever wanted to be, but could never quite manage.

Ever playing the role of host, Narcissa called quietly for her house elf who arrived looking weary eyed, “Make us tea and some snacks,” She looked back at Bellatrix, “Make my sister’s tea strong,” She gave him a stern look, the one that meant add a little Firewhiskey. It was what she did whenever Lucius had a long day at work. Bellatrix would probably know exactly what she meant, but she did not want to come out and say that her sister looked like she needed some alcohol. When her house elf scurried away, Narcissa held out an arm and gestured for Bellatrix to sit, as Narcissa sat down upon the stiff, white oversized chair. All of the furniture, like most of the house, was pristine white to show that the Malfoys could afford nice things and were not clumsy enough to dirty them.

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; background-image: url(http://i51.tinypic.com/15gpkcx.png); padding-bottom: 20px;] words // 825 // outfit // clicky // tagged // Cissy witch gone insane, - C L E A R T H E W A Y M U G G L E , M A K E S O M E R O O M - Bellatrix turned to see the smirk appear on her sister’s face, her lips previously forming the most ridiculous name for a house elf, ever. Secretly, she hated that smirk. It meant so much more to her than Narcissa would ever realize. While Bellatrix had been thrown in Azkaban, for a life sentence no less, Lucius had been here: caring for her dear little sister. She hated it. She hated him. He wasn’t good enough for her, and it didn’t matter what he did to contradict that. But she had to let it go, simply for Narcissa’s sake. He had done well with her; given her what she’d always wanted. A child, wealth, a family. Bellatrix had to admit that she would never be enough for her Cissy, not anymore. Anger flashed silently in her eyes before she turned once more to travel further into the living room. Yes, secretly she hated this place. Hated Draco. Hated even her sister for loving that man. But, she’d never bring herself to show her dear Cissy something like that. She was the only one she truly cared for, and pushing her away wasn’t in her best interest. Neither was hurting her. Stopping, the woman swirled back around, finding her sister’s hand out toward her, speaking. She listened quietly, a small smile forming on her lips. Her face was peaceful, in the presence of her sister, after all she’d been through. ”You are as kind as ever, Cissy.” This was all she said, turning to gazing at her well-kept sister. Truth was, she had barely given her husband a thought whilst she was in Azkaban, and hadn’t at all from the time she’d escaped. Narcissa should have known such a thing, that their marriage current was merely for show, but Bellatrix wouldn’t hold it against her. She was blinded by the love of her own marriage that there was no way she could expect her to notice her sister’s. Then her mind fell to the bath her sister offered, and chuckled when her sister offered her clothes. As hospitable as ever, she was. Bellatrix didn’t say anything, but she knew that going out right now, shopping, was not the best idea. Sure, she’d like to get out of the prisoner clothing, but appearing in town when the Ministry was sure to send out something to alert the world of the escapees wasn’t wise. If there was anything Bellatrix was more aware of was the threat of being put back in that hell. When the house elf was called, Bellatrix laughed: except that her voice was hoarse and it came out as a cackle. ”Strong, sister? How kind.” She said, purely amused. Narcissa then gestured for her to sit, which she did gratefully. The air was silent for a moment, obviously waiting for someone to start the inevitable conversation. When Narcissa did not, Bellatrix sighed and looked to her sister. ”Alright then, Cissy.” Just then, the house elf came back with the tea, the liquid held in the most beautiful, expensive cup ware to be found. Bellatrix grabbed hers, not bothering to thank the vermin that had made it, and turned back to her Cissy, greedily sucking down the liquid. She assumed that, in her current state, she would not be taken offense of for such an action. A small smirk grew on her lips as she kept the mug there, both hands warming themselves on its heated exterior. When finally she had put the dish down, setting it neatly upon her boney lap, Bellatrix’s face had warmed considerably. The firewhiskey had done its job, alright. ”I was thrown in that bloody place, sister. There were no luxuries, as to be expected.” Bella stopped, her gaze drifting down to lose itself in the rest of her tea. Her voice lowered considerably, becoming ghostly in texture and sound. ”Fairly quickly the world became defined by four walls, Cissy. I couldn’t handle it in there, I could feel myself losing it. Barkin’ mad, I am.” Lifting her head to gaze around the room, Bellatrix had to admit she felt bad for tainting such a place, however hated it might be, that was so precious to her sister. Her mere presence was not acceptable. ”Hallu’inations, ya see.” It was scary had fast her mind could switch her manner of speaking, simply by delving into her past. She knew such a way would worry her sister, but current she didn’t care. Staring back into her tea, she forced herself to continue. ”I saw the . . the Dark Lord of’en. Of’en I would wonder why he came and wen’, never takin’ me from tha hell.” Her face screwed itself up with pain, the pain from both love and abandonment, though she wiped it away right quick. ”The work’rs marked me mad . . . Sen’ me for trea’ment.” Her eyes went wide, her fingers twitching as the held the mug. Electroshock therapy wasn’t something she’d ever forget. notes // this was too funny type

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Narcissa bowed her head just slightly when her sister called her kind. She was not sure if it was meant as a compliment. Narcissa always loved being a host. She dreamed of nothing further than being a homemaker. She dreamt about all of her very famous friends visiting her for tea parties where they would just dote on their children, show pictures and decide who would marry whom. Sadly, being an adult was nothing like the fantasy world she imagined. Yet if the only tea party she could have was the one where she sat across from her sister who just escaped prison, then she would enjoy it. It was not ideal. There were no pretty dresses like she imagined. Narcissa was in her sleeping clothes (pyjamas was such a childish word. She tried not to use it.) and Bellatrix wore dirty clothes. They would have to redo this sometime.

When her house elf brought her tea, she nodded, without saying anything. She took a sip of her tea (with her pinky out of course. How unladylike it would be not to. How unBlacklike it would be not to!) just for something to do as she waited for her sister to say something, anything. She wanted to know how all of the Death Eaters broke out. Obviously the Dark Lord did something. She knew the Crouch broke out with Polyjuice Potion. She knew her not-so-dear cousin broke out as an animagus. Obviously the Dark Lord could use neither of those methods for all of his loyal Death Eaters. It would be much too obvious. She knew the Dark Lord wanted to delay the announcement of his return for as long as possible. Lucky for those loyal to him, the Ministry of Magic and the Daily Prophet were both playing into his plan nicely.

A chill washed over Narcissa as her sister spoke about Azkaban. Narcissa had never visited the place. She never wanted to, except to visit her sister. She had heard other people, visitors, talk about the place, but never had she heard a prisoner speak about it. The change in Bellatrix’s accent confused Narcissa. Bellatrix always spoke so properly, as the girls were taught. It frightened Narcissa more than the chill did. Her sister really did seem mad, though she never would tell her that. Narcissa paused, waiting to hear more of the story. When it seemed that more would come, she prompted her sister, “But Bella, how did you escape? How did the Dark Lord get everyone out? How many people escaped?” Narcissa was not a very inquisitive person, but she wanted to know every detail.

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; background-image: url(http://i51.tinypic.com/15gpkcx.png); padding-bottom: 20px;] words // 452 // outfit // clicky // tagged // Cissy witch gone insane, - C L E A R T H E W A Y M U G G L E , M A K E S O M E R O O M - Bellatrix eventually brought her gaze back up after stopping her story to peer upon the face of her sister, which currently wasn’t as calm as it should be. Azkaban was for the wicked and treacherous; there was no reason for her sister to be afraid of it. Narcissa was perhaps everything Lucius did not deserve, and even if there was a threat the he would be sent to that bloody prison, her Cissy shouldn’t fret. Lucius was connected enough to weasel his way out, unlike Bellatrix who took the punishment with open arms as a declaration of her loyalty. Also on her sister’s face was confusion, but the witch would never be able to guess why. Perhaps she had been looking for a different story. When the thoughts continued to flow in accordance to her sister’s emotions, the woman almost missed Narcissa’s words as she entered the story with the questions she wanted to know the most. In some areas, it hurt that her Cissa didn’t want to know of the actual imprisonment, but she could also understand why. Sighing, Bella held up a hand, as nasty as it was, and called for peace. Her sister had never been one for too many questions, wanting to be the beautiful house-wife that took everything without hesitation, much to the dismay of Bellatrix; therefore such an outburst was unnatural for her. It would have been surprising under different circumstances. However the information she sought was a rather big deal, and so Bella thought it right to answer the witch. ”Cissy,” her voice croaked horribly. Had the voice come from anyone else, one might have though she was crying. ”Ten of us escaped.” The distinct change of her voice, returning to the royal atmospheric tone, was significant; indicating her distraction from the misery of her memories in Azkaban. ”Our cell walls were destroyed, leaving us to our own departure.” The joy in that once sentence could not have been conveyed thoroughly to anyone else, had Narcissa tried to relay this morning’s events. ”Somehow, the Dark Lord was able to use the dementors to destroy those walls.” A wicked little smile crept its way upon her lips, right before she finished off the rest of her tea and stood up, keeping her cloak close to her form. There was no need to completely scare her sister to death with the prisoner garb that still clung to her bones. ”Cissa,” spoke Bellatrix, beckoning the woman to follow her out of the dining room. ”Let us stop this fearful talk-” Even Bellatrix had to admit that the fear in her sister’s eyes did not settle well with her. ”Show me to the bath, sister. We can continue speaking there.” notes // lamest post everrrr sorry!

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Narcissa gazed in wonder at her sister for a few seconds after she concluded her story. The Dark Lord staged a mass breakout of Azkaban prison, seemingly by doing nothing more than just ordering the Dementors to release them in as dramatic a way as possible. It obviously took more effort than just that, but still. She knew the Dark Lord had powers that no other wizard ever had before or ever would, but sometimes the shock of what he could do completely took her by surprise. She did not know what to say, so she decided upon the simple, “So you came here?” She was touched by her sister’s gesture, “I am truly glad you are here, sister.” But still, something did not seem right. She paused, wondering what the question was before it came to her. “But should you not be with the Dark Lord? When do you have to join him?” She wanted to spend time with her sister. She did not want her to have to leave quickly.

She did not receive an answer before Bellatrix once again led her around. For one who did not live there and had not seen the manor for a decade and a half, she acted like she owned the place. That was very Bellatrix. She nodded and stepped in front of her sister, leading the way. “This way,” she said briskly. She looked around for her house elf, who was nowhere in sight. He probably went back to sleep, the lazy house elf. For once could she just not get an house elf who actually performed his duties? “Hopsy,” she said rudely. When the creature finally appeared a moment later, she glared at it for taking so long. “Hurry along and draw my sister a bath.” She watched him disapparate, glad that the bath would at least be ready by the time they got there. It would give the girls a chance to discuss everything that happened. She wanted to hear every detail. She was both frightened and curious. It was a strange mix of emotions for her. As she assumed, by the time they reached the bathroom, the large bathtub already was filled with warm water and lots of bubbles, so the women could talk without any… awkwardness. She looked around, checking there were clean towels in the white room. Everything around her was white. They were no pictures in the bathroom, but there was a large mirror above the double sink and a tinted window against the furthest wall.

“I shall leave you to undress so that I may fetch you some clothes to sleep in tonight,” Narcissa said as she left the bathroom, quietly closing the door behind her. She gave her sister a few minutes, careful when she reached her bedroom not to wake her still sleeping husband. She wondered how he did not know this would be happening. Assuming she provided an adequate amount of time, Narcissa walked back to the closed door and knocked as loudly as she dared, “May I enter?”

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; background-image: url(http://i51.tinypic.com/15gpkcx.png); padding-bottom: 20px;] words // 666 // outfit // Nothing // tagged // Cissy witch gone insane, - C L E A R T H E W A Y M U G G L E , M A K E S O M E R O O M - ”I did.” Bella stated simply, waiting for her sister just outside the grand, white furnished room. She could not say, particularly, that she was glad to be in the Malfoy manor, however the presence of her sister made it worth it. ”It is good to see you as well,” was all she could conjure, for she never could lie to her darling Cissa. As she continued to pry, Bellatrix simply stopped talking; awaiting her sister’s guiding lead within her own house. Her face was long-since blank, taking an apathetic mold. Her eyes slid half-shut as she glanced around, her memory etching the updated version of the Malfoy Manor into itself. Things hadn’t change much, simple furniture rearrangement was all. A small smile arrived on the deadened witch’s lips before her sister followed her out and told her to follow. Doing so, the woman continued to observe as her sister rudely called on the house-elf, something the sisters had grown up doing. House elves were vermin at best, there to do the jobs one would never lower themselves to do personally. Neither of the Black sisters had much patience or kindness for the things. Such a call was nostalgic and humorous to the elder woman. Once the two had reached the desired room, Bellatrix was ushered inside while her sister went off in search of other necessities. During this time, dark brown orbs roved the room, her body in stark contrast with her surroundings. The bath, as she saw it, was luxurious and much to be desired; however wicked the woman happened to be, she had had a royal childhood and was used to such treatment. The deprivation of the simple things for the past fourteen years had been rather brutal, but it was something she had learned the live with. Immediately Bella pulled the cord on her cloak and let it drop to her feet. The next few moments were spent in front of the large mirror, her eyes taking in her horrifying appearance. The skin color, pale and sickly, almost matched the room, if only a bit dingy. Her prisoner’s dress nearly matched her skin, creating a terrifying blend. Gingerly the escapee peeling the thing off of her body, watching with glee as the clothing melted to the floor in shambles. Carefully, Bella ran a finger across her stomach; much receded and pathetically small. The rest of her body was laden with dirt and grim, something she would be most grateful to be rid of. The high-security cells in Azkaban weren’t exactly the best kept, hygiene-wise. At the time, she hadn’t particularly been worried about the cleanliness of the prison, being too focused on when the next ‘therapy session’ would be. A barely audible knock came at the door, forcing Bellatrix to finish admiring her shameful state and climb into the provided tub. The warm water nearly burned her cold skin, but she was grateful for it. A satisfied grin crept its way onto her features as she sunk into the liquid. ”Enter,” confirmed the death eater, her eyes continuing to roam over the skin that was still visible. Her dark mark was quite and calm, still apparent in comparison to her pale skin but otherwise not beckoning. She imagined it would be soon, however, and an overwhelming grin lead into chuckles that she actually made it effort to stifle. There was no need to wake the house, especially when those in question were two of many on her ‘hate’ list. The bubbles did a wonderful job of covering her up as she turned to see the entrance of her sister. ”I have not gone to him sister,” she started, not waiting for Narcissa to sit down first; ”because he has not called for me yet.” The distinct use of ‘me’ indicated that she expected some sort of extra treatment for her loyalty, but at the same time submit herself to the whims of the Dark Lord; whom would call whenever he damn well chose to. notes // didn't want to drone on and on , sorry

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Narcissa entered the bathroom when Bellatrix told her to. She looked around for an adequate place to seat. Seeing nothing other than the obvious toilet, she pulled her wand out of her pocket and pulled a hardback wooden chair out of thin air. It hovered for a moment before landing softly on the ground. Narcissa sat down tentatively, but the chair seemed fine. Transfiguration was never her best subject. Assuming that she would safely not fall out of the chair, she positioned herself with the very best posture before turning to look back at her sister. She still could not believe that Bellatrix was here, right now, in her manor. What would Lucius say? She knew the two were not as close as she desired. She liked to think that both did not want to share her, but whether that was true, she did not know.

The blonde had her heard sister speak while she created the chair, but she did not know how to respond. She looked around the room as a way to waste time before looking back at Bellatrix. “But how much time do you have?” she asked. “It has been too long since I have seen you. I wish you to stay here for a few nights so that we may talk about what has happened since you left.” Bellatrix had obviously not gone willingly, but Narcissa made it seem that way. She did not want her sister to feel uncomfortable. When she realized that her words may be taken the wrong way, she quickly corrected herself, “Of course, you must go when you are called. I am not trying to overrule him in any way, you understand. I just hope that he calls you in a few days rather than right now.” She paused again, a small smile coming to her face, “Oh, Bella, how I have missed you. It will be good to have my sister around again.” For of course, Narcissa had no other sister. Andromeda was not the name of a sister, but rather the name of some distant person who abused the luxury of being a pureblood by marrying mudblood filth. That was her fault she had been kicked out of the family. She did not deserve to be in such a noble family. Let her keep her silly Tonks name. What did that matter?

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; background-image: url(http://i51.tinypic.com/15gpkcx.png); padding-bottom: 20px;] words // 625 // outfit // Bubbles! // tagged // Cissy witch gone insane, - C L E A R T H E W A Y M U G G L E , M A K E S O M E R O O M - Bellatrix eyed her sister as she sat down upon a wooden chair, the brown grain looking more out of place than she did. In the white room it was easy for light to reflect, making it rather bright. It gave the witch the chance to examine her sister even further, her eyes skimming over the little features of which she’d forgotten, and the new ones she’d taken a careful notice to. Such as: the light bags below her eyes, the way she avoided speaking until she was sure what to say, and the simple atmosphere that eluded weariness not from the early morning time. Things had been hard recently for her dear Cissy, apparently. It was easy to see to those who’d learned to watch, however much the skill had been rejected at first. Instead of bringing up the alarming features of the woman, Bellatrix remained quiet, her face not displaying the recognition of any such things. Rather, the witch slowly turned her head, her eyes half-closing. Weariness had taken over her as well, and it was very tempting for her to simply fall asleep in the blissful burning waters. However, she forced herself awake in time to listen to her sister finally speak, commenting on her time left. It had seemed that time was all she had in Azkaban, and suddenly having something to do with it was an . . awkward though. As she sister continued to blither on and on over simple explanations, Bella let her, closing her eyes in wait for the woman to shut up. When she did, Bella smiled lightly, turning to eye her dearest Cissy. ”I do not know when he plans to call for me, weary sister. It could be now, or it could be weeks.” Her voice, much improved by past beverage and the moisture of the warm bath, seemed much better now: no longer croaking in imitation of a toad. This was good, because she hated those vile things and didn’t enjoy sounding like a humanized version of one. When Narcissa continued talking, speaking now of having her around again, Bella couldn’t help but grin: one of selfish joy and not wicked intentions. ”Yes, it has been far too long.” Taking a moment, the witch pulled her arms into the water, still is wonder at how foreign this felt: water engulfing her body. Azkaban had been hell on earth, and this was her way of trading it in for heaven. Not that she ever deserved to go there, but it was possible to have heaven on earth. If it was not, she was sure this was pretty damn close. After a moment, she reached for the soap and completed the deed of cleaning herself, staring in wonder at the smooth shade of gray her skin turned once clean that ought to only exist on someone long since deceased. Bellatrix looked too much like a demented doll for her own liking, absolutely no texture to her with too-thick black hair. Once her hair was clean as well, she finished the bath and set her chin on her hand which was neatly placed along the rim of the tub. ”How, exactly, do you plan to explain me to Lucy tomorrow, Cissy?” A small smirk, less evil than her usual grin, held mischievous intent all too at home upon her facial features. It was going to be something too humorous for her take; a situation she might have to abuse to achieve her wicked sense of fulfillment. Lucius, as she was sure, hated her almost as much as she hated him: but not quite. Simply because it was impossible for one to hate more than she did, especially when the receiver of the emotion of Lucius Malfoy: the overall arrogant and annoyingly decorated husband of her only and precious sister Narcissa. notes //

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; background-image: url(http://i51.tinypic.com/15gpkcx.png); padding-bottom: 20px;] words // 763 // outfit // clicky // tagged // Cissy witch gone insane, - C L E A R T H E W A Y M U G G L E , M A K E S O M E R O O M - Bellatrix nodded her head in response to her sister’s imposing suggestion that she would remain at the manor until she was called. There really wasn’t anywhere else for her to go, to be honest. Sure, the Lestrange Manor was ’technically’ her residence, but the witch was almost certain that her husband had taken refuge there after escaping Azkaban; even though he’d have to be bloody mad to do so because that’d be the first place the authorities would look. Even the female Death Eater knew better, and she was fairly sure she’d taken the worse of the punishments in Azkaban. The whole situation didn’t really concern her, for she really couldn’t care less if he was captured and sent straight back. Fewer troubles for herself, it’d be. Bellatrix grinned in childish delight at the reminder of her sister’s hatred for Rodolphus. She, too, loathed him, but for different reasons obviously. Narcissa certainly made it hard for one to notice the slight alteration of her posture, the way her eyes displayed her displeasure, and most definitely the way she spoke the word ‘husband’. Only Bellatrix could possible notice such subtle changes in her dearest sister: doing so lifting her distraction, depressed spirits. Her body would heal, just as it always did. Mentally, the woman scolded herself allowing such trivial things to invade her mind. There were more important matters to attend to, more important thoughts that deserved her attention. Such thoughts began to rule her mind as she lifted her head and lay back against the side of the tub, the temperature of the water not as hot as before but still satisfying for one whom spent year and year in the damp and cold. Suddenly, Cissy’s response cut through her roaming mind, once against drawing her attention to the blond woman. Narcissa had spoken the name of her husband, putting emphasis on word. Her tone implied more to the sentence, but indeed it never came. Eventually, Bellatrix rolled her eyes and then commenced to sinking lower into the bath-water. Sleep nearly overcame her on the spot, her mind becoming dull, her awareness dwindling. It seemed to be quite a while before her sister sighed, causing the witch to open one eye to stare at her in curious wonder. Her cheeks were red, no doubt related to her thoughts of Lucius. Jealousy and anger raged within the woman’s eyes as she opened the other in time to listen to the rest of Narcissa’s sentence. ”Happy,” she scoffed; her personality obviously having remained somewhat intact throughout her imprisonment. ”I’m sure he’ll be thrilled.” She knew, for a fact, that he would indeed loathe her presence within ‘his house’ just as much as she’d hate the fact that she had to live in it. Lucius could go off with Rodolphus and die for all she really cared for him. His arrogance often irked her in a way most unpleasant, instigating much of her relentless teasing and bickering. Oooh, how she wished he’d disappear. Azkaban, she though, smirking evilly, would indeed tone down his . . . confidence. Eventually, the woman made the decision that it was time to exit the comfort of her bath and retire to bed, and what a sweet thought that posed. Bed: a real bed. Not that that was particularly something she’d longed for whilst in Azkaban, however the thought of something soft to sleep on was alluring beyond all else. ”Towel, please, Cissy?” asked Bellatrix, sitting up and turning to face her sister. Her eyes were half-closed already, as it were, foreshadowing her quick departure from the world of the lively. Having been handed the piece of cloth, Bellatrix stood and wraps the thing around her. She couldn’t help but notice how the pure white towel continued to blend with the room, and contrast with her skin. Grimacing, the woman exited the tub and walked behind her Cissy to adorn the sleeping garments that she had provided for her. Once properly clothed, Bellatrix turned to the mirror once more. Not exactly what she’d wear to bed . . . ever. However, it would have to do. ”Cissy . . .” she spoke finally, breaking the silence. ”Thank you.” A small smile, genuine and conjured just for Narcissa, appeared on her lips. She could never find it within herself to put up walls around her sister, and this was one of the times she showed it. ”Now, I am sure you are more than drowsy. Let us return you to your . . .” Bellatrix hesitated slightly before continuing, her disgust rising grandly. ”Husband.” notes // -thinks the little bella-smile was adorable (if you could see it in your head xD)-

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