Face blanched, Narcissa repeated her previous words. "I am begging you; don't make me do this."

"Don't be dramatic, Cissy. It'll be fine." Bellatrix said nonchalantly while thumbing through a bridal catalogue. Her younger sister was being hopelessly pathetic, and Bellatrix couldn't understand why.

It was incredibly amusing.

Burying her face in one of Bellatrix's throw pillows, Narcissa continued her complaint. "I really don't think I can do this, Bella."

"Of course you can. You're the only one who can pull this off."

"B-but, why me?"

Bellatrix raised an eyebrow, cutting her sister a sharp look. "Because I said so."

▼ n i n e t y - o n e ▲ : wild child.