“Must you remind me.” Bellatrix replied in the most exhausting tone she could, the truth of her impending betrothal a waste of breath in her mind, the eldest Black still entirely beside the fact that despite her own ability to uphold her family name she’d still have to adhere to an arranged marriage. “You don’t very well make overestimating you all that possible now, do you?”
“You’re incredibly chirpy today, aren’t you?” Rabastan grinned playfully over at his future sister in law. “What decided to crawl up your arse and die, or is this just the mood that we’re expected to put up with you in for the rest of our lives?”















