"The Russians' character had not improved since your time, I'm afraid," she said softly, a wave of her hand dismissing the issue. "But there are books, muggle, that will explain the whole issue."
"Are you responsible for anothers' actions?" Andromeda asked. "Did you cast an Imperius and direct her into Death's arms?" She shook her head. "Than you can not be held accountable."
As much as she lectured, Andromeda knew the pain of mourning a sister. while Cissa's death was abstract in a way she could not describe, Bella's was sharp, fresh, and held deep inside. Nobody could see Bella like Andromeda could. They only saw the woman she had become, twisted by the Dark.