"Bella, Regulus said you wanted me?" Narcissa strolled into Bellatrix's dorm room. The walls were covered in green and silver tapestries, all the furniture was painted midnight black and the deep green curtains around Bellatrix's bed were drawn. She pulled them back to see her curled up on the bed sobbing. She looked up, mascara and eyeliner smudged, still with tears running down her cheeks and her hair resembling a birds nest. "How could she do this Cissy?" She wailed.
"What's wrong love?" Narcissa sat down on the bed beside her, wrapping her arms around her.
"Rita Skeeter had been talking shit, rumour has it she's written an article about me and it's going to appear in the prophet tomorrow," Bellatrix sobbed.
"What about?" Narcissa asked stroking her sister's hair.
"Bellatrix Black soon to be Lestrange has taken the dark mark."
"Oh that bitch," hissed Narcissa.
Bellatrix began to cry uncontrollably. She buried her head in Narcissa's shoulder and threw her arms around her neck.
Narcissa continued stroking her hair and whispered "It's okay sweetheart, it's all okay."
"What am I going to do?" Sniffled Bella after she stopped crying.
"You're going to wash your face, I'll do your hair and makeup and you're going to go down for dinner in half an hour, and you're going to show them that Rita Skeeter can't touch you."
"Okay," Bellatrix whispered. She got up and washed her face before coming back in and sitting down at the dressing table she shared with the other girls in her dorm. Narcissa carefully untangled her hair, making sure not to ruin the curls. She dug through the drawers for Bellatrix's eyeshadow and mascara after casting a glamour charm to hide any blemishes. She gave Bella a smokey eye and carefully did her mascara as Bella was still shaking.
They both walked down to dinner together, and when they went to sit down at the Slytherin table everyone in the hall was watching them. They sat with Regulus, who was on his own and tried to ignore the stares.
"My friends are coming soon by the way," regulus said. "So you might want to sit somewhere else, because they have heard the rumours."
"Didn't know you had any," Bellatrix snapped.
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The next morning when the daily prophet flew in, "Bellatrix Black has taken the dark mark." And sure enough at the bottom "By Rita Skeeter."
"You absolute bitch!" Screeched Narcissa, leaping out of her seat and storming over to the ravenclaw table. Rita sat with a smug look on her face until Cissy slapped her. Hard. Her cheek turned as red as the gryffindor bannars. "How dare you!" Rita screamed. "You Blacks are all the same, pieces of shit that think you're better than everyone else!"
"How dare she? How dare you!" Bellatrix came up beside her sister. "Writing articles and spreading rumours and not having the guts to say it to my face!"
"Okay then bitch, you're a cheater, a blood supremacist and a death eater! Just like the rest of your filthy family!" Rita spat.
"I suggest you stop talking Skeeter, you underestimate the power the Black family has," Bellatrix whispered menacingly in her ear casually twirling her wand in his fingers. "Tread carefully, least you end up dead."
The Black sisters sat down together with Charity Burbage and Belladonna Zabini.
"That was amazing, that bitch was so full of herself," Charity smiled.
"She deserved that slap, never liked her I talked shit about her to Pandora Lovegood all the time," Belladonna smirked.
"My hand hurts now though," Narcissa laughed.
"Was it worth it?"
"Definitely," Narcissa smiled at Bellatrix.
