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@delicate-narcissa
It's too noisy
And here I thought I would be able to bring a little joy to your life, but you’ve stripped yourself of even that. It’s a funny thing, blood status. It’s not pure, it’s poison.
It's your blood that's poison, tainting, causing our extinction. Go to the other's like you, your presence is a nuisance.
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Oh? And why’s that? Have I been terribly rude, Narcissa?
Rude, no. Although your blood status is beneath me.
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Oh, come on, you’re being ridiculous.
On the contrary, I think you are. For why would I want to encounter you once more. This has been more than enough.
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I haven’t had him yet, but first class is tomorrow. All everyone says about him is how intimidating he is. I hear he can burst a spleen with just his pinky finger! And of course, there’s that Gryffindor girl, Dorcas, that’s trotting around with this ridiculous hat she’d stolen from his office. Bad news, if you ask me.
That sounds really terrifying. You must tell me how he is, so I'll be mentally prepared for whatever comes. I tell you Dromeda, some people here just annoy me and very much don't belong. I still don't understand why Hogwarts couldn't be pickier.
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I imagine you might one day. Fortunately, I don’t hex before I ask questions.
Well then i'll make sure that encounter won't happen.
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Excellent. I’ll show you it. Pass me that book over there, will you darling. I happen to be quite skilled at potions, perhaps I could help. *Alecto said, standing up and leading the way towards the passage.*
*Hands over the book and follows the older girl* Thank you so very much, I really do need help with potions, for some reason Professor Slughorn decided to give us an essay on the first day and I don't remember anything from last year.
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…A tea for every single meal of the day? So you have specific teas for each meal?
Of course. Tea is a wonderful thing you know, if you are able to learn more about them, then you'll understand too. Well what did I expect from someone like you.
Finding Ourselves In A Dark Sky: A Six-Word Memoir || Andromeda & Narcissa
It was such a lovely evening.
Full of food and fairly content with the world as it was, Andromeda lay quite still in the tall grass, her slender face and hazel-green eyes turned skyward. Clad in a dark bottle green, long-sleeved frock that was mostly tucked underneath her slim legs, she inhaled deeply and let the air escape in a satisfied sigh. After a few more moments of staring up at the clear black canopy, embellished with thousands of tiny sparkling stars, Dromeda turned her head to her right side, where the youngest of the Black sisters lay beside her.
The light nightly breeze was cool and comforting as it wafted over the two girls, rustling the blades that hovered around them in greeting. Sounds of friendly insects and creatures filled the atmosphere, disturbed only by the occasional hoot of a nearby owl. Perhaps even her childhood environment had recognized that she was soon to be leaving this place, and was trying to send her off in the best way possible. It was a nice thought; one that pushed another satisfied exhale from her lungs. Andromeda could only drink it in while she could, savoring the sensations only the open field behind the Black Manor could give her.
With her cheek pressed against the soft grass, she watched her blonde sibling, a little smile on her lips and the twinkle that only sisterly-bonding could give poised in her irises. “I hear the sky the Great Hall is ten times better,” she finally said, breaking the silence, but not because it was in any way uncomfortable. She turned her body now, too, so that she was laying on her side to face Narcissa. Moving an arm under her head to act as a pillow, she continued, “Though I suppose that might just be because everyone would be stuffing their faces with treacle tart while looking at it.”
The eleven year old let out a giggle then as she lifted a pale hand to rub her eye, the bell sleeve falling down to her elbow as she did so. This was her last night at home until winter vacation, the last night that Narcissa would have someone for company other than their parents. The very next day she would be boarding the scarlet train that would take her to the place that Bellatrix hadn’t shut up about the entire year. “Hogwarts this!” and “Hogwarts that!” — Only Merlin knew how Dromeda had kept herself from delivering a well-deserved mud-pie in the eldest’s face.
Andromeda was, of course, excited about going off to the school. She could only imagine what she’d encounter at the castle, having heard so many things about it from practically everyone. The entirety of the Black lineage had gone to Hogwarts and, as it was, every single one of them was placed into Slytherin House by the Sorting Hat. If there was anything that Dromeda was worried or anxious about, it was that fact.
It wasn’t that she thought Slytherin wasn’t her first choice, and surely she didn’t want to disappoint the whole of the Black family. But if any of her experiences could say something about Andromeda in comparison to the rest of them, it would definitely voice the observation that she was always one hesitant step behind them all. She knew she was destined to be in Slytherin; but what if she didn’t like it there?
At the moment, however, all of these thoughts were absent from her head. She was absentmindedly plucking at the flattened blades near her face as another breeze blew over them, pushing her thick brunette strands back. “Are you excited to see me off tomorrow?” Her tone was cheerful, and she reached out a slender finger to playfully poke at Cissy’s shoulder. “You’ll have the whole house to yourself for a couple of months.”
A slight breeze wafted through the air, the smell of a roast and herbs stuck to the natural scent of the grassy air. Narcissa knew it was coming from the Black Manor about a kilometer away, for she had indulged herself with food before Andromeda and she came here. Snuck out to be more precise. The Black’s had made a feast in honor of her middle sister’s entrance to Hogwarts, for they had done for the generations before them. Narcissa knew that when her day would come it would be the same, and she hoped that they’d prepare her favorite dishes. A silly thought, but it was on her mind.
The young blonde, who celebrated her ninth birthday a few weeks back, was staring up at the stars. She had always been fascinated by them, and even a bit envious. For everyone in the Black family had been named after a lumination that appeared after nightfall. Everyone, except for Narcissa Black. It is said that she was the first Black not to be named after a star or constellation since Phineas Nigellus Black, her ancestor.
A light breeze lifted the ends of the pink dress that her mother had picked out for her, for mother had always said that pink complemented her. Narcissa turned to face her sister, and saw that she was face to face with her. As a smile crept onto her lips, she admired Andromeda. Narcissa always admired her, and thought she was beautiful. Oh, how many times had she wished that she could be more like her, to have that pure Black beauty? Alas, Narcissa looks nothing like her family, and it’s something that she must accept.
“The Great Hall? I don’t think so. For in the Great Hall there wouldn’t be this wonderful air, and cloud-like grass,” Narcissa said as she turned on her stomach, head turned towards her sister. The young blonde giggled along with her sister, and answered her, “That’s sounds like a probability.” Bellatrix always talked about Hogwarts, but for Narcissa it always seemed like a lifetime away. Also no matter how many times Bella would talk about Hogwarts, it seemed unreal to Narcissa. That it was fictional, that moving staircases, a ceiling that projected the night sky, hidden rooms, it all seemed like something out of a bedtime story.
Narcissa picked at the dandelion that was in front of her, and with a single blow all the “fuzzies”, as she liked to call them, flew with the breeze. She had made a wish, of course, her eyes still shut tight. Narcissa wished that everything would stay the same that no one would grow older and leave. Though that was a childish wish, but it is what she wanted.
As Andromeda’s finger came around and poked her shoulder, Narcissa with a swift movement grabbed her sister’s hand, and held it tight. “Of course I'm excited, but the best day will come when I'm the one who's joining you," she said with a bright smile. Of course she was sad that her sister was leaving, but the young blonde tried not to concentrate on that rather she wanted to be in the moment she now, for now she was happy. "The house to myself, I'm so excited. Now I don't have to hear your snoring from the other room," she said with a giggle.
Narcissa gazed up at the sky again, and with her free hand she pointed to a certain constellation. "There you are Dromeda," the blonde said excitedly and she glanced at her sister once more. "Your so pretty up there in the sky," she continued and then sighed," I wish I was in the sky too."
It's too noisy
Groups? Which groups? And tea’s alright. A bit boring, though, unless you’ve doused it in sugar.
Those unworthy, of course. Tea is not boring. There are various type, and there is a tea for every single meal of the day. Also too much sugar would waste the pure taste of the tea.
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I was joking.
I reckon you’re the only person I know who doesn’t like pumpkin juice, though. Maybe that’s why you’ve got such a sudden disdain for humanity.
I don't have a sudden disdain for humanity, just for certain....groups per say. It's not that I don't like it, I prefer something of more quality, such as tea.
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…Who relieved themselves in your pumpkin juice this morning?
I don't drink pumpkin juice.
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Well, get back to me once you’ve given it a shot. You sound skeptical now, but once you try it today, you wont’ get enough of it.
Although if I go there, then I assume there is a chance that i'll cross paths with you.
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Sometimes I wonder if you really are my sister. Joking, of course. But I know you can take care of yourself. How are your classes so far this year? D’you have that new Professor yet? Allard, I think his name was?
Bella always said I was adopted. My classes are fine, per usual. Actually I do have him, but since its only the beginning of the year I haven't had the chance to meet him properly yet. Do you have him? How is he?
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Oh, I wouldn’t say that, Cissa. But hey, you’ve got two more years of exploring left. Just don’t get into so much trouble without me.
I know, but exploring isn't really my forte, haha. Of course not, anyhow I don't get into troulble. Much.
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Oh! In that case I know the perfect place - there’s this little nook in the library, right between the Restricted Section and that huge shelf of Arithmancy books. It’s kind of behind the curtain, it looks like it leads straight to the window, but if you look left there’s this little tiny room with a cushion that almost nobody knows about. If you keep the curtain closed, the sun shouldn’t shine in too much.
That sounds like a really great place, I must have a look. Ehem, I mean it sounds decent. Although the noise from the library might make it difficult for me to concentrate.
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I’ve been wondering the same thing, Cissy. Though I found a secret passage behind a tapisty that serves quite nicely as a place to be alone. I could show you if you want?
That sounds great Alecto, there's just not a single nook or cranny that has a quiet spot where I can finish my potions essay.
