side to Bellatrix and Narcissa. But the thought is brushed away with every footstep forward and soon enough she’s wrapped her long arms around Bellatrix. The woman is just as warm and put together as she ever has felt, and she does not spare Narcissa a single glance as she pulls Alecto down the hall. The home is deep and dark, the lights all barely flickering in their sconces, and as the door begins to shut behind them Alecto turns, quick, and catches one last glimpse of Narcissa.