"Forgive me for my rather uncaring response, Narcissa. What happened here in Upper Slaughter is something that I simply don't care to dwell on. We took quite a hit, and to linger on such things is detrimental." Bella sighed deeply, her eyes dark. "We lost a lot, and believe me that those who caused this will not go unpunished."
Bellatrix knew better that to mention the fact that her sister had already dealt with Andromeda, who had killed her husband. Better not to dredge that back up, no matter how much pride Bella had over that. She only regretted that it had not been her to do the deed instead.
"Do you know Miles Bletchley? He's one of our more...loyal supporters, and he's actually married Blagden's little daughter, Daphne. And, as you know, Rodolphus is rather...persuasive when he needs something." The corner of Bella's mouth curled up, but she said no more on it.
"I am pleased," Bellatrix agreed, nodding. "However...the effects of this pregnancy and the potions I am require to take are making me rather...uncomfortable." Narcissa was about the only person to whom she would admit such a thing.
"I never doubted that you would," Bellatrix said, before letting out a rather sharp chuckle. "Just don't let Rodolphus catching you saying such a thing. I have a feeling that your assistance will be much appreciated as always."