Bellatrix had stewed for the remaining weeks at her parent’s home. She had wanted to go back to Narcissa’s bed but her mother had watched her like a hawk every moment since she had found her in Narcissa’s room. Did she suspect something? Did she know something? Bellatrix didn’t think so for her arse would be black and blue at her father’s hand or worse.
This watching had assured that Narcissa and Bellatrix were never alone for the remaining weeks before school. By then, it seemed that Narcissa did not wish to speak of it because she did not seek Bellatrix out once they were at school.
Bellatrix knew it would be troubling for Narcissa, so naïve and innocent. Narcissa was being made into an elegant, wooden doll of their mother’s design and Bellatrix hated her for it. Wooden dolls felt no passion and that was not something that Bellatrix would stand for.
Knowing they needed time, Bellatrix did not begin to put the potion into Narcissa’s tea. She had needed to get more. A little intimidation and five minutes on her knees in the common room closet had secured it for her. She likely would have been able to do it without the trip to the closet, but he was now wrapped around her finger…
Bellatrix tried to go about her routine without getting too anxious. It was quite difficult. Narcissa would be overcome, she was sure, but the question was when. And woe be to her and anyone that her lovely sister went to instead of her…