Narcissa knew what to expect when Bellatrix said she was coming, and she’d already knew that it wasn’t going to go well. Despite that, Narcissa had always held out hope for her. She stood then when Bellatrix did, to see her out as if they were parting on good terms. She crossed her arms and sighed.
“You were here before. Attended classes. You were friends with others here. They’ve accepted Rabastan for all of the things he’s done. He’s an appreciated member of this society and there is no reason why you can’t either.” Narcissa crossed to her sister. “The point of the matter is you haven’t done these things, Bellatrix. And the choice you make right now is going to either help or hinder you. It speaks volumes that you are literally choosing your husband of… what? Three days. You are literally choosing him over me, when there is no real reason to do so.” Narcissa was hurt, more hurt than she thought she’d be, and it showed on her face, dropping all pretenses and propriety that would normally cause her to hide such things.
“You can leave, I wont stop you. But know that you are closing the door, not me. You are choosing to go down the same path that got you killed, the same path that sent you to Azkaban. I’m not asking you to walk around befriending anyone, I’m asking you to conduct yourself in a civilized manner, which your husband has not managed to do so far. But of course, You’ll do what you will, you always do.”