Bellatrix felt positively atrocious. She'd been through this once before, but somehow they just simply didn't compare. She felt constantly ill, and it was only the memory of being far worse on the pox that kept her going. Having Narcissa around helped, but for the most part her sister was keeping to herself and her depression.
She tried to hide her symptoms as best she could, but the nausea she was overcoming was enough to make her want to stay in bed as long as possible. At the moment that her husband walked into her room, however, she was sitting on the edge of her bed, her face in her hands.
"Just bloody fantastic," she said quietly, her mouth feeling dry.
At the mention of news, Bellatrix lifted her head, ignoring the way her stomach pitched at the movement. "Oh? I'm sure you were incredibly persuasive, darling. Where is this Manor of theres?"