The silence offered an opportunity to break some of the tension, triggering the older witch to lean forward and press her lips against her younger counterpart. Narcissa returned the notion and without a single second more they parted. Bellatrix turned on her heal and headed for the door. "Bella?". She stopped and turned only enough to look over her shoulder. "I love you". The older witch knew how much her younger sister feared death. It was clear she was taking this moment to remind Bellatrix how much she cared for her. In case she never had the chance again. The raven haired witch smiled and continued walking. Only when she turned the corner did she hear the words return to her.