Bella lowered her eyes when it was mentioned that she was here before. That she had made friends. Her, the feared Slytherin Queen, made friends? She wasn’t sure why that bothered her but it did. What was her younger self thinking? Bella tried to think back in her teenage years, dark times. A time she did not want to re-live. “Why am I so easily forgiven but he isn’t? And I gave a vow Cissa, a vow that I will not break. I am his now.” She knew Rod much longer than three days; she had known him for years. “He isn’t the one that is making me choose sides. In fact, I have read that he was trying to play nice with other and he was greeted with hatred because of things that have not passed? I do not blame him for being angry with everyone.”
She lifted her left arm and revealed the blank spot of where the Dark Mark would had been, instead it was her unmarked pale skin. “I fear that my loyalties are not to the Dark Lord. Why would I want to follow someone who can be so easily beaten?” What was she saying? Since learned that the Dark Lord was here and then defeated, why would she want to follow someone who could be beaten? She did not want to follow in those footsteps. “Civilized manner…” Bella put a finger to her lips, “Mother has taught me the etiquette of what is expected of me in high society. I’ll play nice if they play nice.” It was true, in the end Bella would do what she wanted to do.
Bella turned but stopped and looked back at her sister, “Tell me one thing. Why did you kick out me out before? I was living with you correct, back when I was here before? Why did you kick me out?”