Still dressed in her corseted gown from dinner, Bellatrix had expected a longer wait for Narcissa to retire. Her bright blue eyes remained fixed on her little sister as she undressed. Looking to the front of Narcissa’s frilly, girlish knickers she noticed they were dark with wetness.
The sight awoke feelings inside the eldest Black sister that she recognized well. She did not struggle with what she wished for herself and what she did not wish. Bellatrix knew that she wanted things from her sister that others did not wish of their own sisters, but it did not trouble her. The only “concern” was one of discretion.
Assuring that Narcissa could not see her in her hiding spot in the crawlspace, Bellatrix laid on her stomach and watched with a keen gaze.