Bella remained standing silently at her sisters side, her gaze focused on but not quite the grave in front of them wondering just how different things would have been for the, for their family, if Andromeda and Sirius had never defected. If they had remained true to the family and true to their upbringing would their family have been stronger and more united than it was now? Would Regulus still be alive? Would there be more children roaming about their world with Black blood flowing through their veins and the upbringing they had been raised with instilled into them? It was a question Bella had spent fifteen years asking herself and Sirius that question while they had been in Azkaban. Even to this day as she stood before Andromeda's grave she still asked herself that question. Now more than ever she wanted an answer especially given that she and Narcissa were the last Black's alive. Their family, the tradition and heritage that went with their family would die out and be forgotten once she and Cissa were dead and it was a thought that Bella had a hard time coming to terms with. Most would argue that Draco was a Black, that he had the same blood as she and Cissa did but Bella would never believe it. Yes he might have the same blood flowing through his veins but the Malfoy in him, the cowardliness that she associated with that family was drowning out and choking any Black strength, determination or stubbornness that he might have and Bella was more than just a bit disappointed at that. Now wasn't the time to discuss the failures she saw coming out heavily in him though. Now was not the time nor was this the place to have that sort of conversation and really, Bella wasn't sure if there would ever be a proper time and place to have such a conversation.
"I do many things most people would not and will not ever expect me to do." She took a step forward, her fingers tracing idly over the top of the headstone before she turned to face her sister completely, a neutral expression on her face as she did so. If there was one thing they were good at as Blacks it was hiding what they were thinking and feeling. Even now with everyone thinking that she had cracked and that she was cracking even further Bella could still wear the mask better than anyone else and yes, even though she tended to let it slip when she was around Cissa because of how she felt around the other woman but given the way things had been and the most recent conversation, if one could even call it as such, between them Bella felt the need now more than ever to guard herself around everyone and not let anyone inside. It was the only way she could protect herself, the only way she could survive in the current environment and if there was one thing that drove Bella it was survival.
"Its curious though that I ought to find you here, alone no less. Why are you here, Narcissa?" Bella had heard the words her sister had spoken and they only made her wonder even more about her sister and her goals and what she hoped to accomplish. Bella hated that she had doubt, that she was even questioning the other woman in any way but after the last entry she had gotten from her and the way Cissa had spoken to her she was left with no choice but to question and wonder.