Bellatrix's eyes flicked between the piece of parchment that was ten inches from her hand and her nephew's back, trying to resist. He was supposed to turn around so that she couldn't take advantage of this opportunity. She was supposed to work for it, dammit.
Her eyes narrowed into a glare as he tried to change the subject. At least she knew she had touched a nerve. "No, I hadn't," she said before continuing with a small smile, "Does your father enjoy having her here?" Her hand twitched a bit more towards the parchment and she let out a quiet sigh. Patience, Bella, she thought to herself.