❝ mmmmm , I don’t believe you , cissy. ❞ but she drops the subject ( for now ) knowing as she did that a bit of COAXING ! might be needed , to pry the truth from her sister’s pretty pink lips. for a moment , bellatrix returns to her books ; leather - bound , dusty && full of magic a witch at her age should not be should never be learning. ❝ come closer , you’re so far away. ❞ she shifts in her seat , not waiting for the blonde to stand before she tugs gently against her wrist … pulling her close ( closer than was strictly necessary , closer than was typically deemed appropriate for sisters ———— sisters who were not them . ) so that she might press a kiss to her forehead. bellatrix is cruel , but she is not without care for those closest to her. ❝ and why did you wish to see me , cissy ? was there something you wanted to tell me ? ❞ a smirk tugs against the corners of her lips , before she adds ; ❝ why you came to me pink - cheeked , puffy - eyed , and CRYING ! maybe ? ❞
a roll of her sapphire eyes ; NARCISSA was not fool enough to think she had won that disagreement so easily, but at least she had earned a brief reprieve from her sister’s inquisition. she shifted her attentions to the BOUND volumes, the physical manifestations of forbidden secrets, dark magic. wide eyes traced the STACK beside her, mouth almost parting to give a shocked response, when the elder girl tugged her suddenly towards her. tumbling from the side to near - collapsing upon her sister’s lap, cissa struggled to maintain her dignity. ❝ bella, ❞ a hissed warning ; they WERE in the centre of the ( admittedly abandoned ) common room. yet she did not pull away from her sister’s embrace, allowing the chaste kiss, a rare and sweet kindness from her more violent sister. ❝ i am NOT crying. ❞ delicate fingers brushed the flushed cheeks in horror, the bags beneath her doe - eyes that portrayed an innocence not altogether true. ❝ don’t be so mean ! do i really look THAT dreadful ? ❞ panicked, she made as if to flee, to run for a mirror, to wash all evidence of her angst from her pristine features, but she thought better of it with her wrist still bound by her sister’s grip. ❝ PEOPLE have not been kind, that is all. ❞ a deliberately ambiguous statement ; one uttered with profound hesitance.