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[lifeinbrick]

"Sir, is it true that liking Harry Potter makes me a transphobe?" "No Ron, just no." THE END.

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Everything a girl can dream about (N.B, B.B)

characters: Narcissa Black, Bellatrix Black 

run down: Bellatrix’s and Narcissa’s first shopping for Hogwarts (they’re 11yo, Cissy just turned 11)

warnings: strict parents(?), relationship between sisters, harsh!bellatrix, sweet!narcissa

word count: 1,5k+

request status: closed

a/n: it is only Narcissa and Bellatrix, Andromeda doesn´t exist in this oneshot<3 - i am sorry andy

The alley was full of people. Excited kids whispering something to their parent’s ear and pointing out their finger, people who came here to buy anything they needed to survive in the wizarding world. Just a common Saturday.

Two pairs of smaller feet and two pairs of adult feet were walking down the street. All of them were quiet and everybody around them already knew what was the last name of the family which was consisting of these people.

A little girl who was walking by her mother´s side was also holding on her mother´s hand. She was wearing a soft pink dress, her blonde hair was tied back with a pink ribbon. Walking smoothly just like her mother, she was smiling a little and looking around in the street, searching for the shop she wanted to visit the most.

On the other side, there was her sister. A little girl with black and curly hair, which she couldn´t get under control. She wasn´t holding her father´s hand, she was just walking by his side, dressed in black dress and black tights, wearing black leather boots.

“There,” the oldest woman in the family nodded to one shop and all four memberss turned to that direction. It was a shop with robes the girl were about to need. It was written on the letters.

“What is in there mother?” Bellatrix asked from her mother, but the rest of women were already turned to the doors, ready to walk in.

“Good day Mrs Black. How can I help you?” The sellerman asked from her, knowing her name. There wasn´t a person in the whole country who wouldn´t know the last name of the people who just had walked inside of the shop.

“We will need few robes from the girls. First year at Hogwarts,” Druella said with a little smile and then she looked at the girls. Two shop assistants walked over to the young girls and then both take their little hands and led them to the back of the shop.

“How do you know what do we need?” Bellatrix asked from the strange woman without any face expression and the woman just smiled at her, not getting her given smile back.

“We have here everything a girl in your age can dream about. So I guess you will need simple black robes,” the woman who was standing in front of Bellatrix said, while the other one was already working.

Narcissa was standing on the little table without any movement. She was like a statue, waiting for the woman under her to say that her clothes were done. It took a little bit more time to put in every single pin and onto the right place, what wasn´t really a problem for the little blonde. But Bellatrix on the other hand...

She was tapping her feet on the little table she was standing on and kept checking what has the woman done to her clothes, every time she stepped away a bit. Moving all the time, she didn´t make the work easier for the shop assistant.

Narcissa looked at her sister from time to time and she couldn´t look away without rolling her eyes over her sister´s behavior. Sighing really quietly, she didn´t want the woman in front of her to hear that and then she looked down onto her body for the very first time.

“Ouch!” Bellatrix hissed and moved away from the woman, throwing a not really nice look at her. “You just stung me!” Bellatrix almost cried.

“I am so sorry miss,” the woman said and Bellatrix rolled her eyes, looking over at Narcissa, meeting a not really nice look in her eyes which was her sister giving her.

“What?”

“Can´t you behave yourself a little?” Narcissa asked and without asking for an answer from her sister, she shook her head and turned away from her sister, letting her know that she didn´t really need any answer.

Bellatrix wasn´t really okay with that her little younger sister wanted from her to change her behavior. After all, the shop assistants were there for the costumers, not the costumers for the shop assistants.

It didn´t take long and the last pin was shown under the fabric of the both fabrics. They could already talk about robes and habits, because the fabric had the exact same shape as they both needed.

Bellatrix was the first who really quickly jumped off the little table she had been standing on for those few minutes and she rushed to the hall of the shop, where their parents were supposed to be. As she got lost from Narcissa´s sight, Narcissa followed her sister, ready to show the dress to her parents.

“Look! How does it look?” Bellatrix started twirling in front of their parents when Narcissa walked inside of the door, waiting for her sister to finish her show. When Bellatrix stopped twirling, she looked at her parents with huge black eyes, waiting for them to say how pretty she looked.

“You look so beautiful,” Druella smiled at her daughter and then her eyes travelled to the blonde one. “Come here dear,” she said kindly and Narcissa walked over to her parents a lot calmer than Bellatrix did.

She handed out her hand and let her mother take it. Druella made Narcissa spin around and she checked every single inch of the clothing. 

“Excellent. We will need five of these and then we will need the dresses we talked about before,” Druella informed the shop assistant and she just nodded, already writing something down.

“How would you like to pay?” The shop owner asked this time and Cyngus handed out the money in a thick roll.

“Cash.”

Soon, both of the girl were walking out of the shop, Narcissa more satisfied than Bellatrix. She was also walking a lot calmer than her sister, because Bellatrix was jumping and jumping with her own clothes in her bag which she was carrying.

“Now, shall we go and get some ice cream?” Druella asked, leaning down to Narcissa.

“Yes please mother,” she said full of respect and Druella just smiled, pulling her hand out for her daughter to take it.

Narcissa took her mother´s hand and was watching Bellatrix. She stopped jumping for a second and she spotted the ice cream shop. Her eyes shone and she turned back to her parents, meeting her father nodding to her as a sign of that they will get some ice cream.

“We will aslo need our books and wands and-” Narcissa started naming the list she could remember and her mother smiled at her.

“Your books are already at home on your desk in your room. Your wands are on their way.” She explained and Narcissa blinked few times.

“But the wand is supposed to choose their owner, isn´t it?” Narcissa asked from her mother and Druella sighed.

Narcissa didn´t get her answer and she decided to not ask anymore. They all followed Bellatrix, her sister, to the ice cream shop.

Soon, both girls were walking by their parents side with an ice cream in their hands. Narcissa has chosen the lemon one while Bellatrix was licking the chocolate one and at that time, their parents were happy Bellatrix was calm and Narcissa wasn´t listing the things she needed anymore.

Druella looked at her husband and she smiled. Her husband gave her the smile back and they continued on walking with their two silent daughters in the streets, checking if they really had everyting they needed. It seemed to be true.

“Alright, clothes, books, wands, we already have those. First years are also allowed to get some pet,” Cyngus mentioned and Bellatrix´s eyes widened.

“Can I get a spider??”

“Trix, no-” Druella tried to stop Bellatrix, but it was too late. She was already asking her father, saying that her mother agreed.

Soon, the family was walking out of the shop with animals. Bellatrix was carrying a little paper box with holes in it - with her own tarantula. She was trying to show the spider to Narcissa, but as Bellatrix got close to Narcissa, the blonde jumped in fear and hid behind her mother - with a little cage in her hand.

“I don´t really know why did you choose an owl all of those animals you had there. You could´ve chosen a spider like me,” Bellatrix shook her head and Narcissa straightened in her back.

“For your information Bellatrix, owls can deliver your daily post if you want to send a letter or something small to somebody. Your tarantula can only bite and it is ugly,” Narcissa said and she was pretty proud of herself. She lifted her chin high in the air, carrying her own owl.

“Alright girls, I think we have what we needed,” Druella said and Narcissa immediately got the message. She got as close to her mother as it was possible, she grabbed her arm and shut her eyes.

“Can we?”

“Mhm,” Narcissa just nodded, clenching her teeth because of that she was scared of relocating. Bellatrix just laughed and with a wink of an eye, all four of them appeared on the Black manor which have been their home for ages.

[lyondeparis]

« E ho bisogno di dirti una cosa. »

 « Tipo? »

Esita, a parlare, eppure non stacca lo sguardo da Lionel. « Li studiate i vampiri a scuola? » Non è quello che ha bisogno di sapere, non propriamente. E glielo si legge nello sguardo. È palese che non abbia trovato un modo migliore per introdurre l’argomento, ma d’altro canto non è mai stata brava in queste cose.

« Credo di sì » non suona totalmente convinto « non lo so di preciso » [ ... ] Il suo negazionismo interiore gli evita di riparare su conclusioni affrettate, e così l’unica cosa che trasuda all’esterno è quel perenne senso di smarrimento che l’ha accompagnato fin lì, incapace di seguire appieno il filo che quell’altra tesse tra l’una e l’altra domanda o affermazione, come anche il barlume che si vede recapitare ad ogni sguardo.

« Potresti non averne bisogno. » Dice d’un tratto, più seria [ ... ] « Visto che ne conosci uno. » Un modo alquanto bizzarro per dirgli una cosa del genere ma davvero non è riuscita a formulare un discorso sensato. Vagamente divertita, le si legge una vena amara nello sguardo. « Sanguemisto. » Ci tiene a precisarlo, questo. « Siamo più interessanti. » Ma la vena ironica probabilmente non servirà ad alleggerire un’aria che improvvisamente le sembra diventata impossibile da respirare. « Avrei dovuto dirtelo prima. » Che probabilmente è solo un modo fantasioso per chiedergli scusa. Scusa per averglielo tenuto nascosto e, forse, anche per quello che è.

Con l’incastrarsi dei pezzi, la prima, spontanea inflessione che gli si legge in faccia è quella che si concretizza nel suono monco di uno sbuffo ilare, l’embrione di una risata trattenuta sul fondo della gola prima che abbia il tempo di uscire e mescolarsi alla cacofonia del salone. Il naso però si arriccia, e con lui la bocca, gli occhi che si assottigliano leggermente, rispecchiando alla perfezione lo stesso tipo di divertimento, seppur blando, che si mostra altrove. « Sul serio. » Non è una domanda, quanto un’esortazione utile a far tornare la chiacchierata dentro la carreggiata. Non riesce ad interpretare altrimenti l’ironia della rossa, la legge come tale, per quel che è, e così passano frazioni di secondo. Una, due, tre. Poi, impigliando nuovamente le iridi sulla ministeriale, si ritrova ad accogliere nello stomaco la punta dolorosa del dubbio. Il sospetto che si insinua tra le viscere, finché il sorriso aguzzo impresso sui muscoli del volto si cristallizza, fino a sfiorire in una smorfia dal sapore amaro. Un cipiglio che non riesce a far segreto della repulsione che inizia ad agitarsi al di sotto, tra le fondamenta. « Sei– » S’interrompe, le mani che corrono ad appigliarsi intorno il perimetro del tavolo, nervose nei tendini che si intravedono sul dorso [ ... ] come se avesse bisogno di contatto con qualcosa di concreto, di sicuro. Poi « Devo andare. » Ed è esattamente ciò che ha intenzione di fare [ ... ]. Non una parola, uno sguardo. Nulla. Silenzio. Solo questo.

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[efinna]

Every time they go to Diagon Alley together, Draco pretends he doesn’t feel like book shopping just to watch Hermione get fired up about it.

Hermione wins every time. Obviously.

And so they just own so many damn books that it’s borderline mad.