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Bellatrix is smiling when she walks in.

And she doesn't stop smiling for a moment when she sees where she is, not even a flicker.

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And always, always will be, really.

"Visiting Mummy dearest. We had some details to talk about," waving a hand idly. "And you must be from far ahead of me in time, seeing how this place works."

She's eyed.

"Rather far indeed."

"Mummy?" Narcissa looks startled and briefly looks past her sister to where the door should be. Her compsure is regained quickly, though.

"It appears so." She agrees quietly. "Draco is seventeen already."

"Oh? Is that your cat?"

Narcissa blinks and furrows her brow.

"No, he is my son. We're further apart thean I thought, then."

"Apparently." Loftily.

"It sounds like a lovely name for a cat."

Narcissa ignores that.

"He is here, as is Lucius. They will both recognize you, I'm sure."

"Malfoy? Oh darling, you didn't." She's given a pitying look.

"Well, you could have done worse, I suppose. Always thought he was a poof, though. Not that I could say much, but really, Cissy."

"Really what?" She snaps, eyes narrowing.

Lucius was the perfect choice, Draco their perfect prince and she had her perfect, wizarding fairytale life.

...yes, this is what she told herself up until very recently.

"Nothing, dear. I'm sure you're very happy."

Well, yes. And no. But what could she tell Bella? What should she tell her?

"It's wonderful having them both here with me." That, at least, was true, and harmless.

"Is it?" A bit distantly. "God knows I'd kill myself if I had to spend much time with Rodolphus."

That gets a bit of a smile from Narcissa.

"Yes, well, some of us did marry for more than appearances, dear."

"Why the hell you'd marry Malfoy, then, I truly don't understand."

"I love Lucius, and he feels the same about me. We have a perfect marriage."

"Of course you do."

Narcissa is, not surprisingly, tiring out. Bella, even at her best (worst?) is exhausting.

"Will you be here long? Will you be back?"

"I don't think I'll stay, no. The patrons here--present company excluded--aren't to my liking."

"Understandable." She smiles slightly again. "If I could leave I would have done so long ago for much the same reason."

"Oh, Cissy. You poor thing."

"Now you see why I'm so relieved to have family here with me."

"Well, to each their own."

HA. Right.

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