Hand falling to her thigh, Bella cocks her head. What would it be like, had she not been born with a heart resembling her maiden name in the most frightening of ways? But she loves her sisters. Loves this Cissy like her time's Cissy. Perhaps it's the only pure thing about her, that love she feels for the two she deems most precious to her.

She notes the hesitation as a result--a change in demeanor, however subtle the shift may be.

"Malfoy?" Bella rears back, voice a hushed whisper, aghast. She marries that toad? Quiet still, grey eyes study her sister very carefully as she repeats: "Malfoy?"