Andromeda had always been the sensible one. She would listen to everyone but do as she pleased, Narcissa had learnt the art of rebelling politely from her. The one thing she was better at than Andromeda however was bending the system to suit her will. Systems were easy, they had patterns, all one needed to do was find them. People were the same, they all had patterns. Most people lived their lives as though they were embroidering it, always pulling on the strings of fate to create something beautiful. Narcissa understood these people and their patterns, she knew that all she had to do was pull the right string and everything would unravel. But that only worked on sane people. Something Bellatrix was not. She was nearly as volatile and unpredictable as the Dark Lord residing in her house. However she still had to find a way to get through to her and the only one she could think off was Bella’s vanity.