Narcissa Malfoy stood in front of her sister, Bellatrix, with a pleading look in her eyes. "Please, Bellatrix, can I paint your nails?" she asked, her voice laced with excitement.
Bellatrix raised an eyebrow, eyeing her younger sister skeptically. "Why on earth would I want you to paint my nails?" she asked, crossing her arms over her chest.
Narcissa's face fell. "I just think it would be fun," she said, her voice now laced with disappointment. "And I've been practicing on my own nails and I think I'm getting pretty good at it."
Bellatrix sighed, shaking her head. "Fine," she relented, rolling her eyes. "But if you mess up my nails, I'll be extremely unhappy."
Narcissa's face lit up with excitement. "Oh thank you, thank you, thank you!" she exclaimed, clapping her hands together.
Bellatrix sighed again, but couldn't help but smile at her sister's enthusiasm. "Okay, okay, calm down," she said, gesturing for Narcissa to sit at the vanity table.
Narcissa eagerly took a seat and began rummaging through her nail polish collection, searching for the perfect shade for her sister. After much consideration, she finally settled on a black color and began carefully painting Bellatrix's nails.
As Narcissa worked, Bellatrix couldn't help but feel a sense of relaxation wash over her. She had always been so focused on her duties as a Death Eater, she rarely took time for herself. But as her sister carefully painted her nails, she found herself enjoying the small act of self-care.
When Narcissa was finished, Bellatrix held out her hands and admired her freshly painted nails. "Not bad," she said, a small smile on her lips.
Narcissa beamed with pride. "I'm so glad you like them!" she exclaimed. "I'll have to paint your nails more often."
Bellatrix chuckled. "I think I can handle that," she said, leaning in and kissing Narcissa on the lips.