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Hearing her voice was not necessary for Andromeda to be made aware of who had just walked into the store. The sight of the workers faces, the way everything seemed to come to a halt, the magic that was taking place – if there was one thing Andromeda knew, it was the effect that Narcissa had when she entered a room. Even after all this time. No, she didn’t need to hear her voice – but she did, and every single syllable felt like tiny daggers going right into her chest. A tone of politeness, but one that she knew was anything but sincere. It was almost enough to make her smile. Almost. If not for the knowledge of what she suspected would happen once her presence was made aware. “Narcissa.” Soft, gentle, but certain. “As if you have ever felt like you were intruding.” The words were meant in kind, and she smiled half-heartedly in an attempt to demonstrate just that.
All it took was to hear her own name, uttered in a tone so familiar, that for the briefest of moments it almost felt like she was sent back to the safety of her childhood. A childhood where Narcissa Black had two sisters instead of just one. One sister && the burning memory of another ripped from her heart, && forced out of her memory. Golden eyes widened, taking in the figure before her. Andromeda looked to have bearly changed, yet at the same time E V E R Y T H I N G around them seemed to have changed. Frozen, she gulped down any warm greeting that had wanted to make itself heard, fingers tightened into a ball for the briefest moment, forcing her to resolve, before relaxing once more. “Mayhaps you have me mistaken fro someone else, I do not say what I don’t mean.” She wanted to hug her, she wanted to cling to her, like she might have done as children, && it was only the ever-present pangs of betrayal && self-imposed pride that kept her rooted to her spot.
