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bait_backup*She doesn't know when it started. The feeling, that is. But that's what drives her to Apparate to the gates and walk her way up the winding drive to the door. The whole thing leaves a foul taste in her mouth, but she doesn't take the Floo. She won't take the Floo.
The grounds of Malfoy Manor are beautiful, and they inspire a bit of wonder in Bellatrix every time she walks through them. Their splendor is a symbol of the wealth of a man who is no less than Narcissa deserves. And yet, sometimes, most of the time, Bellatrix wishes that things were different.
The knowledge that she is unwelcome in her sister's home is not new. The idea that Bellatrix actually cares is. She finds herself dragging her feet reluctantly the closer she gets to the door. When at last she raises her hand and knocks quietly, she hopes against a hope that Lucius won't be home.*
The grounds of Malfoy Manor are beautiful, and they inspire a bit of wonder in Bellatrix every time she walks through them. Their splendor is a symbol of the wealth of a man who is no less than Narcissa deserves. And yet, sometimes, most of the time, Bellatrix wishes that things were different.
The knowledge that she is unwelcome in her sister's home is not new. The idea that Bellatrix actually cares is. She finds herself dragging her feet reluctantly the closer she gets to the door. When at last she raises her hand and knocks quietly, she hopes against a hope that Lucius won't be home.*
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