#bellatrix01

Emir had been an Obliviator for many years, Charms had been his best subject and he found it easy manipulating and altering people's memories. It was a skill helpful to him at his day job as well as when he got sent out by the Dark Lord. There had been an explosion of assumed magical origin in a small Scottish town. They'd been sent there by the Ministry to question them. The Dark Lord gave them another task, as they suspected the Order hiding something close to the house that blew up. The task was a different one, but one he saw much more fitting. He liked working with Bellatrix, she was neither particularly chatty nor incompetent and always got results. Qualities he appreciated in colleagues. "Questioning them shouldn't take us long, with our combined efforts they'll spill everything and then we can wipe their memories and go back to the Ministry."

You would think that with a sister like Bellatrix, Narcissa would have been consumed with fear thinking about what might happen if she found out she had kissed her betrothed only a couple nights ago. Somehow it never seemed to cross her mind, let alone take priority when she had been worrying about her own betrothed with another woman. Not to mention figuring out why Regulus was of all people chosen to take the fall for the explosion. There was a lot on her mind so a kiss that ended with a fit of laughter from both parties involved wasn't exactly a concern.

So as she sat in the common room, looking up from her book as her eldest sister approached her, nothing felt out of the ordinary. Narcissa sat up straighter, keeping her expression more neutral as opposed to greeting her with a smile. Narcissa always knew that with Bellatrix there was a different expectation for her that she didn’t have to meet with Andromeda or Regulus. Softness or childish behaviour was not an option.

Making sure she was looking presentable enough for her sister, she put down her book and welcomed her. ❝Bella. It’s lovely to see you. How may I be of service to you?❞