Following the trail of destruction and picking her way through it, Narcissa becomes increasingly certain that it was her sister she heard outside before she manages to catch up to her. Some things don't change...and some, by the unfamiliar age that doesn't appear to have made her sister any less unrelenting, do.

"Bella," she calls, lowering her wand and stepping primly around the body of one of those poor infected souls (her free hand is half over her mouth and nose, still, unsure of the spread of infection and wary even as she's not willing to sit and wait and see) toward her. "Bellatrix?"