Once it was clear what was to be done the older sister stood motionless, still leant against the table staring into the wood. Narcissa watched the mix of emotions on her face and decided to take over, before her weakness was clear. "that is all". She spoke clearly, dismissing those in the room. Hermione stepped forward and looked into Bellatrix's eyes. "Bellatrix?" She almost whispered. The dark witch, as if shocked out of a nightmare, darted upright and turned on her heel. "Don't mistake my balance for work with worry", she spoke proudly. "Cissy, I really didn't need you dismissing them, I was fine". The younger sister hadn't given herself a chance to answer and instead scoffed under her breath. "fine" the younger sister, turned and approached the door. "if you need me I shall be in my room". Her heels fading as she mounted the stairs.