Nodding her head, Bellatrix took another sip from her drink. The tequilla was certainly stronger than the whiskey, and Bellatrix felt it already. Perhaps she ought to have thought about switching to the harder drink instead of drinking more and more of the whiskey. "Fine. But you have to tell me the next time we get something like that. For now daddy doesn't need to know."
And Cygnus didn't quite need to know. Unless it directly concerned him, which would mean Bellatrix wanting to take action. He was her dad after all, perhaps one of the few people she loved -she could count all of them on one hand.