the a disbelief stare in her face, andromeda gazed from her sister to the poor girl from across the hall before she looked at her own black boots. âwell. maybe one of her friends HEARD you and is going to tell her.â the girl mouthed, wondering if the other even had money to afford PRETTY STYLISH shoes. however, she didnât spoke a work about her thoughts or Narcissa would mock her.
âmaybe she LIKES them. and is it not that the one thing it is really require. to one LOVE their OWN things?â she turned her big eyes to her sister, awaiting for her answer.
âWe both know that is not very likely to happen and youâre just trying to make me feel bad about what I said." Narcissa mused, her eyes moving towards Andromeda, but met by her sisters' almost identical ones. She didn't get why Meda was making such a fuss about her simply commenting on some unfamiliar girls' shoes, but knowing her sister, she was probably not going to let this girl. Narcissa decided to admit defeat, not in the mood to argue over such trivial matters.
"Fine--if she likes them, I suppose it excuses the incredible fashion faux pas." She replied, tilting her head slightly to accentuate her more angelic features. "Now tell me, what are you reading?" The blonde quickly changed the topic.












