Being a Black Chapter One – Preparations
A young teenage girl held up a yellow and pink mask to her petite face.
"You look beautiful, Cissy!" An older blonde girl cried, clapping her hands with excitement. Cissy blushed.
"Andi!" She retorted accusingly. Andi grinned at her happily.
"It's true!" She argued. Her sister waved a hand at her as if she was an annoying fly. Andromeda took offence and snatched the mask out of her hands, before discarding it to one side. Suddenly, a frizzy black hair girl burst into the tiny dressing room. Narcissa made a rude hand gesture at Bellatrix.
"Hey!" Bellatrix snarled at her youngest sister, pulling out her wand fiercely.
"Are you wearing that? Really Bella?" Andromeda snorted. Bellatrix was highly offended.
"What? My dress or my necklace?" She demanded, waving a hand airily over her knee length black dress. Narcissa's attention was immediately drawn to her sister's necklace. It was as black as the night but in the middle of the black pendant was a lime green B, clearly etched into it. Narcissa stared at the necklace. Bellatrix ignored her sister's unearthly stare. Narcissa wanted to have the Black family necklace. But, being the youngest, she would not get it. She would kill for it, and yet it seemed as if Bellatrix just took it for granted.
"I can't wait for the summer ball!" Andromeda squealed, changing the subject from the necklace. Narcissa kept on staring at it, wishing she could have it. But she would only get it if Bellatrix died without having children and was disowned, then if either of those happened to Andromeda. That would never happen, though. Bellatrix would never even look at a mudblood, let alone touch one. And Andromeda had a soft spot for little children… She could imagine Andromeda having four or five children! It seemed as if Narcissa would have to wait for eternal forevers plus one billion days times how many words she'd speak in her lifetime.