Andromeda sighed heavily, her own figure rather disheveled and dirty from the efforts of the battle. She was in no mood for theatrics, and Narcissa was just full of them it seemed. She should be mourning...had this really finally and completely broken her?
She didn't take her eyes off the blonde, noticing how her sister refused to meet her gaze. "It's my home, Narcissa," she said, once again stating the obvious.
"Celebrating?" she scoffed. "Are you positively mad? Who would celebrate such a thing?" It was a necessity, nothing more.