Narcissa, both here and in the normal world, had always been particularly proud of how she kept her house, and so when Bellatrix wished to explore a bit, Narcissa was happy to allow her, knowing she’ll find something there that would be interesting to odd.
“Over a year, maybe almost a year and a half.” Narcissa said with an affirmative nod. A lot had happened in that timeline, enough that Narcissa had been able to put it all together as well as she dead mentally. “It could be worse,” she told her in a slowly, more even tone.