you and your mother bellatrix would sometimes get along most of the time, but sometimes she could put her duties first instead of you. as if she cared more about being voldemorts faithful follower then you.

you knew that, but you didn’t expect she’d really go that far to forcing you to get the dark mark. but here you were, sobbing in your dorm room and scratching at your arm— as if it would come off if you scratched hard enough, too caught up in it to notice the twins had just walked in.

the twins had been running around all day for their mother, until they got bored and decided to visit you in your dorm. without a second thought, they simply walked in without noticing you and teasingly called out.

“we’re here!~” their dramatic voices beamed out.