Maybe it was the way Bellatrix was, she was trained to be cold and unfeeling, but when it came to any form of love she was weak. But she had lost a good many lovers, she lost yet hated her husband, maybe it was normal for her to feel like she had done something wrong. Bella heard the choke in Krys' voice, and saw the tears well in the corners of of eyes. The other thing Bellatrix needed to remeber was that Krys was a kid. Once Krys was out of sight, Bella got up and walked out of the room. She went to go start dinner, they still had a few things that she could whip up, and that's what she did. Bellatrix began cooking to keep her mind of things, she also was wondering where the kids snuck off to or whether they were still in school. That was the least of her worries as her heart had been broken to bits. As she went to set the table Bella's shaky hands dropped the plates to the floor and they shattered. Forgetting about her magic since she hadn't been using it, started to pick the glass up by hand as she did an alarm went off, spooked her, making her jump, and slicing through her hand. "Fuck!" She grabbed her clean dish rag and wrapped it around her hand, soaking up the blood. She checked the dinner grabbed a broom and dust pan sweeping up the mess. Nothing wanted to go right for her.