"We were close" said Bellatrix quietly, coldly. "Andromeda and I we were not that far apart in age and yes I called her my sister. But she brought it on herself. She gave up any chance of her family backing her when she made those choices. Because to do what she does, brings shame to the family And if she were here now, I would tell her precisely that"
Dora's next words hurt. Rather a lot, gnawed at her.
"How do you know. How can you possibly know that" she hissed, for a seventeen year old she was pretty sure of what she felt, and feelings like that had to be resipricated didn't they. And he'd always told her that she was beautiful and pure and that when she left school he would mark her as his.
Her fingers traced the inside of her left forearm again, she didn't even notice a lot of the time that she did it. She stood up and moved the bubbling pasta from the gas, twisting the knob back the other way and oddly proud when it clicked and the flames went away. She spoke almost at a whisper not looking at the other witch.
"I don't know what else to be but his Bella I don't know what else there is"