"Mrs. Tonks is a traitor to our family and the Black name,” Bellatrix said, raising a brow. “Anything else is simply gossip.” Of course, it was so much deeper than that, wasn’t it? Bellatrix would never admit it, but Andromeda was a woman of principle. She’d taught her that, she’d like to think; to stick to what you believe in. Her sister hadn’t fallen far from the tree, although she, seemingly, hadn’t followed their family’s ideals. She’d found her own. Stubborn and true. In another world, Bellatrix might have admired that confidence. At the very least, she was jealous in the fact that Andromeda was free. Free from the hell that Bellatrix lived in each day; free from the family that had taught her that chaos was a tool, and that anger was the only emotion.

Thinking about Charlotte made his stomach churn. He still hoped there was good in the woman; good in the person that he’d used to love. But that was the very thing, wasn’t it? She wasn’t a person at all. Not anymore. Neither was he. “Charlotte is a vampire. I don’t know how to feel about that now. Then, it was exciting. Now... Now it makes my skin crawl because she believes herself better for it. This, I can assure you, is not better.” He could feel the anger growing, and he tried to calm himself.

"I loved her once,” he said, shaking his head. “She’s almost a memory, and I would like to keep her that way.” After all, he’d received no help from the woman in recent days. Her cruelty was something he’d experienced back when they were at Harvard, but not something that he taken note of. Still, now that he was a vampire himself, he wondered if he could be that cruel. He hoped not. He hoped he could keep what was remaining of his humanity and hold onto it. 

“I enjoy Bellatrix’s company. I know she can be quite a polarizing figure, but I respect her for our shared ideals and her strong, unyielding will. She’s a brilliant witch and I’m thankful for the support she’s given Narcissa over the years. She’d helped Narcissa grow into the amazing, beautiful witch that I’m lucky to be married to today.”

“It’s unfortunate what happened to Andromeda, how she and Nariccsa grew apart. For Narcissa's sake, I wish things had gone differently.”

Scene: Slytherin Common Room, year four

What else was there to do on a Saturday night for a bunch of rowdy and slightly hormonal teenagers but to have a bit of fun? There they sat, in the common room, Noah with two of his closest friends, Lucius and Evan, the Black sisters, and a few other Slytherins that had yet to find more entertaining things to do, he supposed. Some sat around practicing trivial spells, some played games, others were chatting by the fireplace. Noah looked up as he saw someone had charmed a piece of parchment paper into an origami lion, sending it gliding through the air as others shot sparks at it, attempting to take it down. His attention was brought back to the conversation at hand though with Lucius and Evan, when Andromeda had walked over. “I bet Noah would have the better luck, over you, Lucius,” Evan had commented, which sparked another round of playful arguing.