Bellatrix smiled, leaning back in the sofa, completely at ease. "Of course we would not have turned down such an opportunity," she said. "As I said yesterday, the Notts and Blacks and Lestranges are a rare breed, few have our pedigree, it's only suitable that we socialise." Even if she preferred a glass of wine with Walden with a young woman hanging from the ceiling. This was not about her, however, but Andromeda and the need for her to socialise with the right people.
"Besides, Andromeda doesn't know anyone in this time, it's only fair she gets to meet some people her age," she added. Taking a sip from her glass she glanced over at the two younger people.
"Stephen, I seem to remember there being a library here when your grandfather was still alive," she said. "Andromeda does love a good library, why don't you show it to her before dinner." It was phrased as a suggestion, but naturally it was not. Luckily any mention of a library was enough to get Andromeda's attention, and even if she didn't agree with what Bella was doing, she'd never pass up the chance to view a library.