Sisters, sisters....best friends or enemies?
Date: 1st April, 2002
Time: Late Moring/ Early Afternoon
Location: Lestrange Manor
Characters: Narcissa Malfoy, Bellatrix Lestrangeg
Rating: R (NC/17?) Maybe very nasty language?
Narcissa stepped out of the Floo, and brushed her robes off. She had decided to dress conservatively, and had picked a conservative gray dress. She was pleased that it had not been soiled; she expected nothing less. She swept off her robes, and held the little box in her hand that she had brought for her sister.
She had chuckled much over the idea of Bellatrix being a gardner. She thought it would be easier to start with a peace offering; Lucius had made her practically chase her off. Narcissa had been willing, for Draco's sake, but she did love her sister, no mater how daffy or unstable she became. Narcissa wanted to keep her wits about her, and smirked, thinking about how irritated Lucius had seemed. She knew he would expect her keep her mouth shut, and she would. She would try, at the very least.
Her first thought was to re-educate her older sister about the care and nurturing of a nephew. Bella should appreciate that if she was really getting into cultivating plants.