The three girls in black Hogwarts robes sat in the warm dewy grass in a peaceful clearing in the forbidden forest one warm spring morning. The sunlight twinkled like fairy wings, filtering down through the paper-thin jewel-like leaves, making supernatural green shadows on the faces of the three sisters. The trilling sound of birdsong sparked through the cool morning air, a wafting, glorious melody that echoed in the forest. The sky was light gray and blue as a doves wing, and the air was fresh and girls did not speak, but the feeling in this secluded corner wasn't hostile, just empty. Of words, promises, hopes. Each sat in a sphere of silence, too absorbed in their own distraction to notice what their sisters were doing.
Narcissa,The youngest, leaned against a solid gray oak tree, her legs crossed. In her lap sat a a small white ferret with green eyes. He was trying to claw his way out of the cage made by her legs, but she absentmindedly- yet roughly pushed him back down again, and his growl was weak, yet forceful. The slender hand that caressed him was, however, gentle, and it was only when she looked down at him that her haughty, cold expression grew a little more loving. She was braiding her pale blonde hair, golden in the light of the morning sun, and she was focused on her long silky smooth tresses, concentrating as she guided each strand into place. Her dark blue eyes were shadowed, and her face was thin and drawn.
Andromeda lay on the ground slightly apart from her sisters, her light brown hair spread on a cushion of moss, her black robes lose around her thin frame. She was writing in a small golden book with a long feather quill, and her handwriting was neat and loopy. You could read the first couple lines over her shoulder. ' Dear Sirius, you will not believe what happened in astronomy today!' Her notebook hovered in the air above her, and in the hand that wasn't writing, she was fiddling with a small gold bracelet studded with pearls, popping the clasp open and shut, very fast. Her light lavender eyes were wide and kind, and a small smile played around her otherwise haughty mouth. A kitten jumped around her feet, dodging around her black boots, batting roughly at her shoelaces with her paws, every so often looking yearningly into the wild woods.
Bellatrix, the oldest, was sitting with her legs folded under her in the centre of the clearing. She was reading, her dark curly hair falling over her thin, proud face, her dark purple eyes scanning the thick black book in her lap, called 'unveiling the deepest dark arts.' Under the peeling script, a white label read 'DANGEROUS. Do not remove from restricted section of the library.' Every so often the book would make an ominous squeaking sound, dark and dangerous, but Bellatrix paid it no mind. Every so often, she would casually point her wand at some unsuspecting insect, and mutter "Avada Kadavra." with a slow smile on her arrogant face. Already there was a pile of dead bugs next to her. Sometimes, her forehead would crease with a frown as she studied her book, and her fingers would jerk quickly on her wand again. No words left her lips, but with a quiet squalk a bird thumped down dead next to her. Every time that happened, Andromeda jumped a little, and her hands would shake, her eyes moving fleetingly to her pet, but Narcissa didn't notice. Or didn't care.
So there they were, these three sisters, each completely immersed in her pursuit, to busy to more then glace at her sisters. Each ones paths were already clear, but each one was to intent on their own road to glace at how the path was forking. Alone, yet together as one by one the sunlight pouring down on them waivered, and one by one their face were cast into shadow.