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The Three Black Sisters, 100 Drabbles by Vlad. --Sa13+ Three Black Sisters by Vlad These drabbles will examine the sisters in their childhood, Hogwarts years, and after. Topics in BOLD have already been done. #93. Chicken “Achoo!” She sneezed . Andromeda had the worst immune system out of all of the sisters, it was no secret. “Here, drink this.” Narcissa pushed a bowl of chicken broth towards her older sister. “ ‘Tanks…” The brunette wheezed. Bellatrix rolled her eyes and looked back out of the window of the Black family house. It was snowing, and she was stuck taking care of her worthless sister. She could have been outside, with her cousins. No. She always got stuck babysitting her younger siblings. Andromeda sniffed again, and slurped her soup loudly. Narcissa smiled and petted Andromeda’s hair. Bella sighed. |
#69, Slap “Don’t ever…EVER! Betray me again, do you hear me?” “Ye…Yes Lucius.” The fourteen year old Narcissa sputtered. “Don’t sniffle in my presence, girl!” She did not look up, and so he brought his hand against her. And then he was gone, but her cheek still stung. Andromeda crept from the shadows of their shared bedroom. “Cissa? Oh Cissa…” She said as she walked over and embraced her sister. “We shouldn’t have invited him to stay with us this summer.” Narcissa looked towards her older sister. “No, it is good that he is here. I love him, you know.” |
#25. Sorting Hat This year was different for Bellatrix. This would be the year that her sister would be joining her at the Slytherin table. Bella’s cold eyes watched as the young, timid looking brunette was called. “Black, Andromeda.” The voice called. She donned the hat and it seemed as though an eternity passed by. Bellatrix could almost swear that she saw her sister…her sister! Whisper, “Not Slytherin.” The hat’s “mouth” twisted into a smirk, declaring loudly, “RAVENCLAW!” At this Bella’s eyes flared, meeting the fearful orbs of her sister. Andromeda had broken the chain. In two years Narcissa would not disappoint. Hopefully. |
#2. Muggle Studies “But why?” She moaned. “Because if you do not take this class you will be forced to take arithmancy, which you are terrible at.” Severus told the little blonde. He had been appointed to help Narcissa with her choice of classes for next year, as she had no idea how to fill out the many complex forms. “Oh.” She said, brushing a strand of hair from in front of her eyes. Narcissa looked up and noticed him staring. “What are you looking at?” “Nothing. Now here, mark the box next to Muggle Studies.” “My sister loves Muggles…I hate them.” |
#61. Kiss They thought the common room was empty, they were wrong. Narcissa watched in horror as her eldest sister and her betrothed entwined themselves on the leather couch, kissing passionately. It was, she admitted, a beautiful contrast. Lucius’ light hair and eyes against Bellatrix’s dark. It was almost too much to bear, to know that the man that you would be spending the rest of your life with would rather snog your sister than even spare you a single glance. Narcissa sniffed back tears as she exited the room and stumbled down the corridors. Why was she always the little lost lamb? |
#63. Mooch “Honestly, don’t tell me that you spent all of your money at Honeydukes.” “Erm…well…” Narcissa stuttered, hiding her bag of sweet delights behind her back. Andromeda sighed and dug around in her blue and black robe pockets, eventually producing a handsome pouch that jingled merrily. “Here, I’ll loan you a few galleons. But you really need to keep track of your money and stop mooching off of me.” She was about to drop it into Narcissa’s hand when another swooped in and snatched the coins. It was Bellatrix. “Fair is foul and foul is fair!” She chimed, sauntering away. |
# 31. Dress Robes “What’s that?” the brunette asked. “These are my dress robes.” Narcissa stated plainly, plucking at the light blue fabric that draped in such a way that it almost looked ethereal. Andromeda looked them over. “They’re new?” She asked, now looking down at her much more worn ones. “Yes.” “Mother and Father took you shopping then?” Another mechanical answer in the affirmative. “Oh...I see.” Andromeda replied disappointedly. Soon, Bellatrix entered the room. It was almost time for the family’s Chirstmas party, with several invited guests, to begin. “Those,” Bella began, pointing at her dishonorable, middle sister’s robes. “Are absolutely hideous.” |
95. Snowball “Ouch, Barty…not funny!” Lucius yelped, scolding the younger boy for throwing an especially icy snowball his way. “Where does it hurt?” Narcissa asked, eyeing the spot it hit on his arm. Lucius looked her over a moment, wondering where she had come from. “I’m fine, really!” He said in protest of her scooting closer to him as they sat on the Hogwarts steps quite near the castle. Suddenly, a soft crunching noise was made as one hit Narcissa in the back of the head. She whipped around, teary eyed from the pain, to meet with a pleased looking Bellatrix. |
81. Depression “I heard about what happened at the ministry…I mean, how couldn’t I? Lucius is in Azkaban now…” Narcissa’s words were distant. Bellatrix looked up from the place on the carpet that she was staring at. For some time now, she had been losing the distinct spark in her personality. Her dark, hooded eyes met with the crystalline blues of Narcissa for a moment before she looked down once more. “Sirius is dead.” The darker sister stated. Narcissa did not react. Her deep depression had sapped her emotions . “Are you happy?” “I will be.” Bellatrix said with a dark smile. |
35. Pureblood “WHO?!” Mr. Black roared, his eyes burning intensely. “Ted Tonks, father. I’ve accepted his proposal.” The room was silent. Narcissa was looking toward the crackling fire, she refused to look up. Bellatrix looked as though she was going to tackle Andromeda at any moment, their mother had left in a fit of tears, and now the father stood in a rage. “He’s not—!” Her father started, but was cut off. “A pureblood; Father I know.” Andromeda said with an empty drawl. “Get out.” Bellatrix was now standing, her long black hair wild about her face. “You are no sister of mine.” |
59. Ignore “And then she just kept whining over and over about, ‘My Lucius’ this ‘My Draco’ that. Honestly, it’s ridiculous and---- Rudolphus are you ignoring me?” The dark haired man turned lazily towards his wife. “What?” She asked, irritated at how he was looking at her. “You are your sisters are all alike; you’re just as bad as them, you know.” He mused, idly scratching his beard. Bellatrix threw her glass of wine into the fire in protest, causing glass to shatter and the flames to jump. “Childish as well.” He stated. Smirking, he turned his attention back to his book. |
83, Fearful All but one room slept soundly. From the east wing of the Manor a single candle flickered ominously as a dark girl bent over it and continued to recite her gothic fairy tales. “He came to her a bleeding ghost and—“ “Stop! Stop! You miserable wretch, can’t you see you’re frightening her?” Andromeda said, gesturing to her blonde haired, five year old sister who was cowering beside her. Bellatrix laughed harshly, much too harshly for a mere nine year old. “If widdle Cissy can’t take a widdle ghost story then what good is she?” “She’s just frightened, that’s all.” |
78. Valentine (Author’s Choice) “So who are you going with?” “To what?” The younger blonde smiled as she twirled her long hair, enjoying the suspense she was keeping Bellatrix in. The older of the two sisters shifted uncomfortably on the common room couch. “To what?!” Narcissa looked up, her eyes sparkling with a secret. “Why, Madame Puddyfoot’s, of course. Lucius is taking me.” “And I care why? I don’t want to know where your filthy little hands have been.” She retorted. “Well, It is Valentines day…” A pause. “What? Rudolphus isn’t taking you?” The blonde smirked. “Shut it before I do it for you.” |
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