Darkness Unseen

[bellatrix helena lestrange]

At nineteen years old her world was exactly where she wanted it to be, dark and unnatural. She had power—immesurable power behind her for working with a wizard who had a bright future for their kind. Mudbloods and muggles alike would be wiped clean and all that would be left would be the purebloods who were meant to be there.

The start of it all would be pure bliss if she had her way. As difficult as the trials and tribulations had been to get to where she was now, only one thing had been certain. The path she was on, was the path she was meant to be on. The look on her face showed more than anything else of what she was about to do. The idea of spreading fear and chaos suited her...more so than anything else.

The deatheater had very little to worry about what with his reign coming to the start of it’s fruition, she knew that she was on the right side. That she would fight for what she believed was right. Joining the ranks of Voldemort’s army was something that she could in fact be proud of. She had been listening to what Voldemort had to say. But for now she had a free moment so she apparated and arrived outside the Hog’s Head in Diagon Alley.

It was a place off the beaten track, one that very few would arrive to go out of their way to enter the old pub. Sketchy individuals often found there way here, Deatheaters like herself especially. The Hog’s head seemed like the right place to be.

With Voldemort’s plan in motion she had a little free time to kill. To kill anyone she had to. The woman laced in black entered the establishment as though she owned the place. And she had only been there just a short amount of time when the door opened and she saw two faces she hadn’t seen in a while. Andromeda and Narcissa Black, was it already a Hogsmeade weekend?

She was altogether curious though she did not show it. Her tone was going to be as civil as possible given she did respect her siblings even if they didn't see things the way that she did. "Andromeda....Narcissa. What a surprise." A wicked grin appeared on her face as she addressed her younger sisters.

[narcissa callidora black]

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Narcissa could not for the life of her recall ever being so busy at any point in her fifteen years of living. Although the young Black’s life had never been dull, as her parents made sure that their daughters never slacked off, she just never experienced fatigue so much so she involuntarily fell asleep on her unfinished schoolwork almost every other night. Not to mention that lately she had been starting her days nursing a rather stiff neck and groaning about moderate back pains instigated by the awkward position in which she slept in the night before. As the professors thrust even more homework on top of her already heaping pile and prefect duties, she could not be gladder that it was already time for the year’s first Hogsmeade Weekend – a break that was long overdue.

Despite her countless attempts to wake her friends, who were almost as tired as she was from all the revisions they had been doing, all remained dead to the world. While she did not blame them for wanting to sleep in, she refused to sleep through the lovely morning of the Hogsmeade weekend. Finally deciding not to wait for them, she started her leisure walk to the village alone. It was almost ten o’clock when she found herself at the entrance of the Hog’s Head Inn. Narcissa grimaced as her eyes landed on one of the inn’s windows, which was covered in so much filth it was a wonder she could still see through them. Unsure why her feet brought her there, she was about ready to spin on her heel and leave when she caught sight of her sister Andromeda sitting alone in the dingy place.

Pursing her lips, she stared at her older sister for a while before entering. Deciding to surprise her, she went straight to the bearded barman and ordered two glasses of butterbeer. She found herself standing next to a seventh year filth from Hufflepuff whose name was Ted Tonks if she was not mistaken. She sneered at him and much to her satisfaction, the older student looked rather uncomfortable standing next to her and wasted no time in taking his leave. The barman muttered about stupid customers who were not even smart enough to claim what they paid for as he pushed the two glasses of butterbeer the boy ordered towards Narcissa. Not wanting to drink something paid for by a ‘mudblood,’ Narcissa paid for it again, much to the delight of the barman.

Smiling, she made her way to Andromeda, placed the two glasses on the table and settled down on the vacant seat across her. Before she could so much as greet her sister, she heard a familiar voice coming from the general direction of the door. “Bellatrix. What a pleasant surprise.” She smiled at her sister rather warmly. Gracefully, she beckoned her to sit beside her. Although she never really said anything, she missed having Bella around. Scooting over to give her sister enough space, she encountered a brown satchel which looked too boyish for it to be owned by Andromeda. “Are you here with someone Meda?” She asked her sister, suddenly feeling like she might have crashed her sister’s weekend with a friend.

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[andromeda cassiopeia black]

Seventh year was already taking its toll, Andromeda definitely felt that as she struggled to wake up that morning. She had been up half the night, having to write an essay for Transfiguration, leave it to McGonagall to ask them to make it worth three rolls of parchment. Luckily they had a week and a half to complete it. After days of revising, and hours each day struggling, Andromeda had completed it to her perfection. Though she was not expected to be anything other than a mother and wife, even if Andromeda desperately wanted employment at St. Mungo's, once she finished her career at Hogwarts, Meda knew her Mother and Father would not accept anything less than perfection from any of their daughters. It was safe to say that their expectations extended to their school performances. Meda was more than proud to say that she fulfilled those expectations, though her marks were not as flawless as she would have hoped. In her little mind it made up for what she was hiding, and it kept her parents from suspecting she had a secret. In her fifth year, the start of her relationship, Andromeda had been so caught up with Ted that her scores started to dwindle and it certainly caught her parents' attention. It was a close call, but Andromeda was easily able to pass it off as fifth year being tougher than she had anticipated.

Two years later and she certainly learned how to balance her relationship and school work. Her early morning bedtime was certainly proof of that, head girl duties added on to that of course. Her assignment for Transfiguration was, finally, out of the way. She wanted to sleep in, but that didn't mean Andromeda was going to miss out on this Hogsmeade weekend. Normally she wouldn't have cared too much for them, as they were usually spent making sure the other students weren't terrorizing the other inhabitants of the small village. As she got ready, however, Meda had to keep reminding herself that this weekend was different for the simple fact that she was meeting Ted there. They had learned to not spend so much time together, privately or not, so that no one would suspect anything...especially not her sisters. Getting caught, simply being friends with the annoyingly persistent Hufflepuff boy, taught Andromeda that it was better safe than sorry. That was why this would be the first "date" the two would have since returning for their seventh year. Once she was finished Andromeda left the girls dorm, not noticing that most of the other girls had already left. On her way out of the common room Andromeda returned the casual "hello's" and nods that were sent her way.

As done by every head girl before her, Andromeda rode in the heads carriage with the head boy. Since the two weren't exactly what would would call close, the trip was made in almost total silence. The only time either of them spoke was to make brief, polite conversation. It was quiet to the point of awkwardness and Meda was more than grateful when the carriages stopped and she was able to get out. She turned around and caught a very brief glimpse of Ted as he told some of his housemates that he would catch up to them later, and she took that as her cue to start heading to their meeting spot. Though she wanted to walk there hand-in-hand with him, Andromeda knew that was not a safe option. Should they do that, in a place crawling with witches and wizards who would certainly recognize her for who she was, it would undoubtedly get them caught in two seconds. A little put down, Andromeda walked alone to the Hogshead, grabbing a seat farthest from the door for the two of them. The reason for their meeting place was simple, it was usually vacant as most preferred to crowd The Three Broomsticks to this place.

She looked around, waiting for Ted to finally come in. When he did Andromeda couldn't help the smile that came to face as she stood, him pulling her close as she wrapped her arms around him. They stood like that for along time, neither wanting to let go. The summer holiday had been lonely without him, but Andromeda hadn't known you could feel so incomplete without one person. "I missed you." She whispered as he placed a kiss to the top of her head, Andromeda heard him say that he had missed her too. Finally released from his embrace, Andromeda nodded when he said he was going to get them something to drink. Retaking her seat, Meda waited patiently for him to return. She had hoped that he would return quickly with something to satisfy her taste. From the corner of her eye Andromeda caught sight of some very familiar Blonde hair, thinking that it was Narcissa. Then she brushed that thought off as paranoia, there was no way her younger sister would be in a place like this. Bellatrix maybe, but certainly not Narcissa.

Utterly confused Andromeda watched as Ted walked, drinkless, out of the pub. She was just about to go out ask him what he was doing when two glasses of butterbeer appeared before her, followed by the last person she thought she would ever see in the Hogshead. Now she understood the reason Ted had left, they would be caught by the youngest Black sister if he hadn't. Disappointed by the fact that they wouldn't get to have even a couple of hours alone, Andromeda hid it as she said "Hello Narcissa." Grabbing one of the glasses her sister had just brought for the both of them and taking a sip. Setting the glass back down on the table, Andromeda was just about to ask her what she was doing when the door opened again and a familiar voice caught her attention. When she heard a female say "Andromeda....Narcissa. What a surprise." Meda looked up and saw a very familiar face, the face of the eldest sister. Bellatrix Black, now Lestrange. She did miss her sister, Andromeda would never have denied that, and had hardly gotten a chance to spend time with her since the older witch had gotten married.

"It's wonderful to see you Bella." She said as Narcissa began making room for Bellatrix to join them. Just as she was about take another drink from her glass Narcissa asked “Are you here with someone Meda?” causing her to lower her butterbeer to the table once more, and ask "No, I'm here alone. Why do you ask?" Wondering internally if Narcissa had seen her and Ted together before and was taking this opportunity to get out her while Bellatrix was there. Her whole family seemed to think that if there was anyone would could 'make her see reason' it was Bella.

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[bellatrix helena lestrange]

The eldest sister could not help but smirk. Ever since she was young, it was pinpointed that her life would go a certain way. Her parents both had sought for her to marry someone of noble status and that she had, with Rodolphus. Now their marriage was not entirely one of love, but of circumstances more or less.

She cared for her husband, but not in the way that a wife should care about their husband. Oh no, in fact she had begun to have stronger feelings toward Voldemort and the devotion there was very genuine. With her wand in hand, the very wand she’d had since she was eleven, she was more than willing to hex anyone who got in her way. The Death Eater had rarely gone to Hogsmeade since those trips she made while she was in Hogwarts in what felt like a lifetime ago. However, it was the only time she could see her sisters since they were both still in school. Yet anything was possible at that particular moment.

Looking around the Hog’s Head, she was wondering who she was going to run into. But upon seeing that of her two younger sisters, it made sense. But why they were there, was something she would have to ask as normally neither one of them entered that particular pub individually or together. As it was a dingy—filth ridden place as Narcissa had said more than once before! But one thing was for certain the Hog’s Head was not immune to the filth that was located within Hogsmeade and Hogwarts.
 
Of course when she had arrived inside the small pub she had gone to get herself a butterbeer and had made her way towards where her sisters had been sitting. Pursing her lips she had made her way towards their seats. Of course around her sisters she was more polite than she was with most others save for Voldemort.

“Didn’t think I’d be seeing you two here of all places. So tell me what are you two doing here?” She asked with curiousity. After all she was wearing long sleeved apparel so that she did not show the dark mark to everyone. Not that she was ashamed of herself or the dark mark. Once her sister motioned for her to sit beside her, a half smile appeared on her face. She did miss her sisters despite it all. When Narcissa had stated to Andromeda about being there with someone, she watched Dromeda carefully.

One thing was for sure she did not miss being inside the walls at Hogwarts. One thing she did not miss was the expectations that their parents had set but she had met those. Not that it mattered in the long run as she had lived the life that her parents had laid down for her.

Cissy and Dromeda were the two that she cared the most for aside from Voldemort. One thing was for certain she had always had a knack for looking her best despite the position that she was in, as her place in the ranks of the Death Eaters was slowly evolving and she hoped she could prove just as loyal as any man could be. One thing was for sure, as her sisters were concerned she could see gradual changes between the two of them over time though nothing that had been cause for alarm just yet. Silence seemed to be a virtue this time around, as she had been used to hexing those who did not follow the rules upon sight.

Or those who did not share in the vision that Voldemort had, as anyone who talked badly about Voldemort was either dead or wished they were at any rate. Being able to apparate in and out of the surroundings like this was quite nice. Still she was partially surprised that Cissy was even in Hogs Head as it wasn’t her cup of tea as Dromeda would say. She took a small sip of her butterbeer as she watched the reactions of her two sisters, wondering what they were in fact up to. It was nice to say that she did not live with her sisters anymore, hadn’t since the night of her wedding but needless to say she did in fact miss them. “It’s wonderful to see you too, Dromeda. And you too Cissy. As far as you being alone, Dromeda, you never have been the type to be alone.” She told her sister though she had a sense that something was off from just the tone of her sisters’ voices.

[narcissa callidora black]

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Narcissa heard Andromeda’s greeting and smiled. She was about to greet her back but before she managed to do just that, Bella’s greeting came. Her eldest sister’s appearance made her greet Bellatrix instead. After greeting her eldest sister, who she rarely saw now that she was married, she forgot about greeting Andromeda unintentionally. It was not that she loved Bellatrix more than Andromeda. It was merely because these days she saw more of Andromeda than Bellatrix. So, she missed the latter's company way more than the former's. Narcissa turned back to Andromeda when she saw the satchel. The sight of it made her feel like she crashed Andromeda’s time with a friend. She wanted to ask Andromeda if she had company but before she could do so, Bella’s inquiry regarding their business in the place came.

She was not at all astonished at Bellatrix’s question. The Hog’s Head was never Narcissa’s type of place and it will never be. Its filth encrusted windows looked almost opaque with all the dirt, along with its rather dirty flooring which made it look like it was built on open ground, revolted the youngest Black sister extremely. As if her dislike for the place was not enough for her to stand out, Narcissa, physically, looked out of place so much so anyone with eyes would be able to discern that. If saying that her beautifully styled blonde hair, classy black purse, white cocktail dress and gray pumps stood out amidst the dark setting and all the shady people in the inn was not the biggest understatement of the year, she did not know what was.  Her appearance made her seem like an good angel standing in the middle of fallen ones in hell. Among the three sisters, Narcissa looked most out of place. Andromeda’s dark red attire did make her stand out a bit but not as much as Narcissa’s. Only Bellatrix’s lacy black apparel seemed befitting of the place.

While unsurprised, Bellatrix’s question caused her to chew on her lip in thought. The truth was, if she did not see Andromeda through one of the windows she would not have gone in. “If you are asking if I changed my mind about this place Bella, the answer is no.” She said in a light tone. Her eyes then darted from one filthy surface to another. Every surface she laid her eyes on was so dirty she could not decide which of it all was the dirtiest or the cleanest. “It still disgusts me.” She grimaced and briefly she eyed the drinks she bought thoughtfully, wondering if she should drink it at all. The inn’s rather unkempt appearance was enough for her to lose her desire for a drink. “My girls decided to sleep through the morning so I walked aimlessly alone. I ended up here and I honestly would not have entered if I did not see Andromeda through the window.” She added, to answer Bellatrix’s question.

Her answer to her sister’s question made her wonder why Andromeda was in the inn. So, she questioned her about the satchel. It would make sense if her sister was here with someone. Certainly it would make more sense compared to Andromeda choosing to spend her morning alone in the dingy place. The youngest Black was surprised when her sister said she was alone. “You are?” She raised an eyebrow and eyed her curiously. She was about to make her astonishment known further about Andromeda being alone when Bellatrix voiced her thoughts out for her on Andromeda being unaccompanied. Narcissa nodded in agreement with Bellatrix and eyed Andromeda curiously.

Narcissa then stared at the satchel that no doubt belonged to boy. She wondered if Andromeda was, indeed, with a boy. She never heard of Andromeda having a boyfriend before. All this time she thought that her sister was just more concerned with books than boys. But what if she did have a boyfriend and just never talked about it? Then Druella Black’s attempts at looking for possible suitors for Andromeda came to mind. If Narcissa was not mistaken, the last suitor her mother gushed about was Rabastan Lestrange. The thought made her grin. “So, whose is this?” She lifted the satchel and placed it on the table. She knew it was possibly just left laying there by some shady stranger but she could not help but ask. “It’s not Rabastan’s, is it?” She inquired, biting her lip and sounding a bit teasing, her curious blue eyes on her sister’s face.

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[andromeda cassiopeia black]

Even at a young age Andromeda knew that she was expected to think, and conduct herself, in a certain manner. She had always been told that her life was to go a certain way, but there were only certain aspects of it that she wanted. At this point in her life her parents were demanding that she marry someone from their circle, a prominent pure-blood family. From what her mother’s letters had told, they were hoping for her to marry Rodolphus’ younger brother Rabastan, because Rodolphus’ marriage to Bellatrix was going so well. Yes, Andromeda wanted to marry one day, but not because she was being forced and she wanted to marry someone she was in love. Simply being fond of the man she was set to spend the rest of her life with would never be enough for her. Not that her parents, or her sisters, knew any of this...it would certainly be a huge issue if word ever got out. Especially if people were to find out that she was in love with a muggle-born, the very sort of wizard she had always been taught was beneath her before she even set foot on the Hogwarts Express.

Forcing herself to smile as Bellatrix came to sit with them Andromeda only shrugged when Bella said “Didn’t think I’d be seeing you two here of all places. So tell me what are you two doing here?” The second bit coming out as more of a question. As she was about to answer, Narcissa saw fit to respond first “If you are asking if I changed my mind about this place Bella, the answer is no.” and Andromeda watched as her sisters eyes moved around the room, only smirking as she carried on to say “It still disgusts me.” which really didn’t surprise Andromeda a little bit, it was just unlike Narcissa to be seen anywhere near a place like the Hogs Head, Meda was the same way. It was the fact that Cissy was actually here that made her curious to know what she was doing here. The only people who frequented this pub were rather shady, or they were (at the moment) doing something they shouldn’t have. For some reason, meeting Bella here didn’t seem off to her.

When Narcissa finally answered Bella’s question Andromeda tried to keep her face straight “My girls decided to sleep through the morning so I walked aimlessly alone. I ended up here and I honestly would not have entered if I did not see Andromeda through the window.” maybe she should have met up with Ted somewhere with a little more people occupying it. She wouldn’t have stood out so much with others from school in attendance. “As far as you being alone, Dromeda, you never have been the type to be alone.” After the fact that Andromeda had told Narcissa that she was alone, she should have known that Bella would never buy it. If there was anyone who knew her better than she knew herself, it was the eldest sister. Even when they were young, Andromeda had hated even sleeping in her own room by herself. If there hadn’t been night that she slipped into Bellatrix’s bed, long after their parents had retired for the evening, she could have easily denied it. Sadly she couldn’t use that defense, so the only thing Meda could come up with was “Everyone needs a little time alone now and then, and with my head girl duties it seems very rare to get it.” sipping her butterbeer once more after she did so.

Then something came to mind “What I’d love to know, Bellatrix, is what has brought you to Hogsmeade? You know, I thought that you’d try and stay as far from Hogwarts as you possibly could once you finished school.” She remembered back to the countless times her sister had exclaimed she couldn’t be away from the school. She should have known better than to think that either of her sisters were going to drop this conversation, and when Narcissa asked “So, whose is this?” Lifting a brown satchel from underneath their table Andromeda inwardly cursed, all the while keeping her face straight when Narcissa kept on to ask “It’s not Rabastan’s, is it?” Rabastan, it seemed like everything kept on coming back to him a lot lately. It was driving her threw the wall, never mind up it. “No, it’s not. I’m not sure who it belongs to, another student must have forgotten it.” She said easily “Though I’m sure Mother and Father would have no protest if it was his.” Meda added on somewhat bitterly. Druella seemed to think that Rabastan Lestrange would be a perfect match for her, and was pushing for her to attempt to get to know him better. The truth was that in the last twelve years she had known the younger Lestrange brother, she had never considered him more than an odd sort of friend. Marrying him had never even been a thought she’d entertained.

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[bellatrix helena lestrange]

It wasn’t that she did not love her younger sisters but she did her best not to show it. That was not in her nature. Most often she was considered coldhearted and raw. Despicable even among the muggleborns and mudbloods that she had tortured often since graduating from Hogwarts and attempting to gain a stronger hold in the world she was now in. Ever since she had been married,she didn’t spend the “quality” time with her younger sisters that she once did. Asking her younger sisters why they were in this filthy place, was something that was naturally a normal aspect in her life. Still with dirt and dust as it appears, it was clear that all three of them seemed to appear out of place in this rat hole. Though that did not mean that she was the one that appeared to be most out of place, oh no that was Narcissa who would take that crown for that.

ext came Andromeda and then herself.  A mischevious chuckle could be heard as she began to speak. “That’s my girl.” She smirked as she looked at her sister. The tone was flat, and uneven. Just like normal there was no emotion behind her tone. “Yes, which begs the question of what miss Andromeda was doing coming in here. It’s not our style....” It did not make any sense at all why either of her younger sisters were in such a dingy and disgusting rat hole. But as the oldest sister she raised an eyebrow at her younger sisters with the slight curiousity that rarely showed itself these days.

When Cissa brought out the satchel, her curiousity was piqued. “I though that was whom mother had picked out for you, Andromeda.” She teased her younger sister and watched each of them with a flicker of amusement. Inquiries like this were not in her nature. Though it was not of course a bad thing if Andromeda would marry Rabastan. After all Rabastan was her brother in law and a good man. Of course there was a certain devotion between herself and Rodolphus, it could not be said that she truly loved him the way that a wife was supposed to love thy husband. It was the first time in a genuine long time that the three of them had been in the same place at the same time since they all no longer lived under the same roof.

Although she listened to her sisters discuss things.

“No, Dromeda. This has nothing to do with your—head girl duties. There’s something else there. I can sense it. Now either you tell me what is going on, or I’ll inform mother of what you’re up to. We both know what that would entail, Dromeda.”

She had grabbed herself a drink before joining them at the table. But alas that was besides the point. “What I am doing....Andromeda has nothing to do with what you think it might. It’s the only place that I can actually see you two since you are actually still in Hogwarts and is it bad that I would like to actually see you two more than just on the holidays? Is that such a crime Dromeda?” Yet the truth remained that she did not believe a word of what Andromeda spewed out of her mouth. It clearly meant she was up to no good.

It was one of those things that she had more or less decided what she was going to do before she did it. "Last thing I want is to go near Hogwarts. This is far too close for comfort but I'll have to make due since it's not like you two could actually just leave Hogsmeade for a couple hours with me. You have to stay here. You don't have the same kind of freedoms as I do, and once you do, you'll never look back." She grinned in that cold and sadistic nature that she was known for having ever since she had graduated from Hogwarts. That school was a mess of a disciplinarian hold. She disliked the school with a passion just as much as she disliked the staff of the place. Especially Albus Dumbledore. As no matter how brilliant the man claimed to be....sometimes that wasn't enough to keep you from getting killed and there was a certain list that his name was apart of that wasn't the most thrilling to be apart of.

[narcissa callidora black]

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When her sister told her she was alone, Narcissa fixed Andromeda with a very obvious curious stare. The youngest Black sister was not the world's most perceptive person but she had an inkling that Andromeda was not alone and that there was something else going on. She kept it to herself though. If her sister did not want to share it then maybe it was meant to be private. Narcissa considered herself close to both her sisters but even she had her secrets. You just do no share everything with anyone, even with your own sister. So, despite the fact that she was oh so curious about it, she did not say anything about it. However, Bella not buying Meda's claim of being alone made Cissy feel that maybe it was not just her- that maybe they were unto something else. And that was enough to change her mind about leaving her sister alone.

The beautiful blonde watched her sisters’ exchange along the sidelines. She frowned at Meda. She needed alone time because of head girl duties? She knew her sister was not the type who wanted to be alone. If anything, she had always known her as someone who would seek other people’s company. Out of the three of them, Andromeda was the most friendly. Narcissa frowned at her at times because she was too accepting for her own good. Bella's statement made Narcissa feel even more confident that there was something more to all Andromeda was saying. What Bella said was true. Being alone in a place like the Hog's Head was definitely not the style of the Black sisters. If their mother saw them now, she would hit the roof. The dingy pub was definitely not a place for her precious princesses to be.

These were the reasons why she had asked her about the satchel. As her sister answered, she watched her intently. Her tone when she spoke of Rabastan was somewhat bitter and her expression seemed guarded to Narcissa. The youngest Black sister frowned. “So you do not like Rabastan then, Meda?” She raised an eyebrow, a crease on her forehead. “That's unfortunate. I've always thought you two would make a lovely couple.” Narcissa sighed. “Oh well, there are still many eligible bachelors out there. I'm sure mother will find someone you’ll like.” She flashed her sister a small smile. While she wanted Andromeda to marry a pureblood, she did not want her to marry a pureblood she did not like.

Her smile did not last long though. There was something up with Andromeda and she knew it. She was not sure what it was but she could tell it was pretty big. Why else would her sister go through all the trouble to cover it all up? Although she had yet to find any solid proof, she was beginning to suspect that it was a secret that she, Bella and their parents could not find out- one that most probably involved a wrong sort of friend. She looked down on the satchel and worried her lip. Whose was it?

Narcissa, like the rest of the Black clan, had manners. She had enough decency to leave things that did not belong to her alone. However, the young Black wanted to know who owned the bag because she doubted her sister told the truth when she said she did not know who owned it. This left the young Black extremely tempted to take a peek inside the bag- to know who it belongs too. Just as she was about to open the bag, Bellla telling Meda she did not buy the head girl duties thing and that she would tell on her if she did not spill it out made her look up. Bella had successfully distracted her from the task at hand for a moment because she ended up looking from Bella to Meda.

“Now let's not be hasty, Bells.” She told Bella calmly, smirking a bit. Unlike Bellatrix, Narcissa was a cool young woman. She did not like seeing people get worked up and all that. So, she did not like the way the conversation was starting to sound. “I'm sure telling mother and father would not be necessary.” She said levelly as she eyed the two of them. “Meda's going to tell us what is really going on. Right, Meda?” She eyed the middle Black sister expectantly and raised a delicate eyebrow.

After having calmed the situation, Narcissa partially tuned out her sisters and focused on the bag once more. Despite this, she heard and understood snippets of the conversation. She shook her head a bit when Meda tried to change the subject by asking Bella why she was there. This made her even more curious about the satchel, which belonged to whomever her older sister was with. So, as Bella asked Meda if it was a crime to want to see them aside from the holidays, Narcissa opened the bag and took a look.

She frowned at its contents. The owner of the bag was a pig. It was obvious from the crumpled parchment that was at the bottom to the battered quill on top of it. Narcissa shook her head as her eyes caught sight of an ink bottle that had ink all over it. “Ugh. Whoever owns this obviously haven’t heard of cleaning spells.” She muttered disapprovingly as she looked at the mess in the bag. Just as she was about to close it, she caught sight of several objects that she could not identify. Narcissa did not take up muggle studies but she knew the stuff in the bag could not be magical. “And it's filled with pathetic muggle contraptions. ” She wrinkled her nose in disgust and pushed the bag away from her, towards Bellatrix. “It's quite obvious that it's owned by some filthy pig.” She added, grimacing, and looking at Meda to gage her reaction. She knew what she just said would provoke her if she knew the owner of the bag just as she suspected.

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The trouble with Andromeda being so close to her sisters was that they were able to pick up on things that other people would miss. Things like tone of voice, defensiveness, and normal habits. For Andromeda it had always been that she hated to be alone, at all. Even if people were driving her up the wall, she still had to have at least one other person around her. It had been that way since she was a small child, and apparently both of her sisters were picking up on that minor little detail. Perhaps she should have lied and claimed to have been waiting for Rabastan, he’d always seemed like the type to frequent this disaster of a pub. She probably hadn’t done so because their sudden interrogation had thrown her off, truth be told it had taken her by complete surprise. Now it was too late to change her story, Meda would be in hot water if she tried. The only thing left for her to do was to keep a straight face, void of any betraying emotion, just as their mother had taught her to do. When Bella said “Yes, which begs the question of what miss Andromeda was doing coming in here. It’s not our style....” Andromeda merely stated “It is what I said before, I needed a moment to myself, and this seemed to be the perfect place as The Three Broomsticks is quite occupied at the moment.” Sticking with the story she had tried to feed them before.

She wanted to desperately grab the satchel, she could claim that she was going to take it back to Hogwarts after the Hogsmeade trip so that one of the teachers could return it to the person it belonged to, but she would really give it back to Ted. Silently she cursed him for leaving it in the first place, he must have been in a bit of a hurry if he’d left without it. Catching Bellatrix’s teasing tone when she said “I though that was whom mother had picked out for you, Andromeda.” Meda tried to keep from smiling, she was tired of hearing how Druella thought Rabastan would be the perfect husband for her, the letters from home and expressed that far enough. Just as she was about to comment on that Narcissa asked “So you do not like Rabastan then, Meda?” causing her to look her sisters way and actually roll her eyes this time, just as she was about to answer Narcissa kept on to say “That's unfortunate. I've always thought you two would make a lovely couple. Oh well, there are still many eligible bachelors out there. I'm sure mother will find someone you’ll like.” Causing her to sigh as well, but she still returned the smile her sister gave her before answering “I like Rabastan as a house mate, or a friend even, but I do not desire him as a husband.” She admitted, wanting to add on “And I doubt that I’d agree with anyone Mother would choose for me.” But she knew that would only be asking for trouble.

Worried, Andromeda was about to protest when Cissa started to open the satchel, no doubt to see if she could find out who it belonged to, when Bella spoke again...and thankfully caught the youngest Black sister’s attention once more “No, Dromeda. This has nothing to do with your—head girl duties. There’s something else there. I can sense it. Now either you tell me what is going on, or I’ll inform mother of what you’re up to. We both know what that would entail, Dromeda.” Bella’s warning of telling their parents almost made Andromeda want to tell everything, whether it got her in trouble or not, but she knew better. She knew that it wasn’t only her well-being that was at stake, and while she was lying to save her neck, Meda didn’t want Ted to get just thrown into the middle of anything. For a moment she was thankful when Narcissa intervened and said “I'm sure telling mother and father would not be necessary.” but then her younger sister inquired further “Meda's going to tell us what is really going on. Right, Meda?” which left Andromeda slightly annoyed. It used to be that whenever one sister said that nothing was going on the others would dropped the topic, but that seemed to change now that they were older. They were Slytherins through and through, because it seemed that they (Bella especially) were willing to go to practically any lengths to know find out what they wanted to know.

It was because of her better judgement, the part of her that almost got her sorted into another house, that she didn’t mention meeting Ted...or any other male for that matter. Instead she said “I will not Cissy, because there’s nothing to tell. I came her on my own, so that I could have time to be by myself.” She lied easily, trying to bite down the anger she felt due to their distrust “If Bellatrix wishes to inform Mother and Father then she may, but I’m afraid that nothing will be solved that way.” Meda hated to be threatened, especially by either of her sisters. She didn’t care if they threatened a lowly first or second year, but she felt that you should not do so to your own sister. Grabbing her own bag from beside her, as if she meant to leave, Andromeda said “Continue to make accusations if you wish, but I will not stay here for you to do so.” Angrily pushing a curl away from her face. As Bella told her that her reason for being there was not her business, but continued on to tell her that she had come into Hogsmeade to visit with them she just nodded. It made sense and, despite the current conversation, Meda was always happy to see her. Since Bellatrix had married Rodolphus their time together had been minimal, and it really was taking a toll on her.

When Narcissa started going through the satchel, the very one who had caused such a troublesome conversation between the three of them, Andromeda wanted to protest. It wasn’t because she felt Cissy would find something incriminating, but because it was against how they were raised. They were taught that a Black does not plunder through someone else’s belongings, it was unladylike as well as rude. Though Druella raised them to conduct themselves politely, as lady’s should, Andromeda had a feeling that those rules would not stick in this current situation. Sitting in silence as her younger sister rummaged the contents, Andromeda sighed when Cissy “Ugh. Whoever owns this obviously haven’t heard of cleaning spells.” No matter how hard she tried, Ted could be rather slovenly and it drove her mad. He knew that very well, she had made a point to inform him of that on many occasions, yet he still remained the same. “And it's filled with pathetic muggle contraptions. ” She heard Narcissa state ‘Great,’ she though ‘Now she’ll obviously know that it belongs to a muggle-born’ bitterly, she was surprised her younger sister hadn’t insisted it be taken from her yet. When Cissy said “It's quite obvious that it's owned by some filthy pig.” while she was looking directly at her Andromeda angrily rolled her eyes. It irritated her that her family insisted in keeping old beliefs alive. Times had changed, and she felt that they needed to as well. Not daring to voice this opinion Andromeda simply reached out for the satchel “It’s our duty to see that it is returned to its owner, no matter their blood. I’ll see to it that Professor Slughorn finds out who it belongs to and gives it to that person.” She told her younger sister, knowing full well who it belonged to...and she was going to make sure he got it back when they were alone.

TAGGED: Narcissa Black and Bellatrix Lestrange
OUTFIT: here
WORDS: 1, 324
NOTES: she's starting to feel really cornered
LYRICS: Katy Perry
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