Narcissa had been on the phone with her boss the moment that she had walked in her flat. The report that she was writing was not what she had expected it to be. Instead of a boring recap of the Lestrange campaign fundraiser, it had turned into writing about the chaos that had ensued. Narcissa had stayed up until three before she could submit the report and then tumbled into bed, thoroughly exhausted from her encounter with Andromeda and Bellatrix. She was just...emotionally spent. She hadn’t realized that returning to her old home would make her feel the way it had.
The very persistent knocking at her front door woke her up from a sound sleep before her alarm. Narcissa turned over in bed and managed to grab her phone, frowning at the time. She groaned and willed the person away, but it didn’t seem to have any affect. “Go away,” she muttered. But the knocking didn’t stop and she rolled her eyes. Narcissa swore if it was the lady down the hall, she was going to lose it. She sat up in bed, not caring that she was just in a t-shirt and some shorts, her hair in a messy braid, as she walked from her bedroom to her front door and pushed it open.
Andromeda. Andromeda was standing in her hallway, at her door. Looking like she hadn’t had much sleep last night, she looked at her sister in confusion. After last night, Andromeda was the last person that she expected to find on her doorstep. Was she here to blame her for the attack? To try and get another barb in?
“What are you doing here? Are you lost?” She questioned, holding onto the doorknob. She didn’t trust Andromeda. “How-how do you know where I live?”
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