Narcissa Black’s lean face, usually rendered handsome by its striking, perfectly-shaped features, looked uncharacteristically ugly [though not uncharacteristically bad-tempered] as she surveyed her elder sister through steel-like, blue eyes.

“Andra Castle is my friend!” Narcissa half-screamed.

“Andra Castle is a Castle,” Bellatrix replied, very calmly.

“She’s stupid,” Narcissa mumbled.

“Take your time,” Narcissa replied acidly, storming down the staircase. “Because, you know what? You’re going to have all the time in the world.”

There was a crack, and Narcissa had vanished into thin air.