A/N: So, this is really old, I found in buried in the depths of one of my (previously) inactive blogs. I wrote it around a year ago, and totally forgot about it afterwards. But I like it, so.
A prompt from Seventh Sanctum: "The story is set in an attic. The story takes place in the evening. A character will send a package, and the action has far better results than expected. During the story, a character loses a job."
Narcissa Malfoy was sitting in the dusty attic of the old Black Manor. She had been sitting there for some time now, staring at the album that lay before her. They were happy back then. Bella, Andy and Cissy, the three Black sisters, united in their love for each other and the knowledge that they were practically invincible. In one picture, Bella's arm was draped around Andy and Cissy in an almost motherly fashion. All three were smiling mysteriously, as a Black lady always should. In another, they were with Sirius and Regulus. Sirius was laughing with them and not with those Gryffindors. Reg was sitting and Andy was ruffling his hair. Cissy was sitting beside Bella on the couch and both were laughing.
Narcissa had only been searching for Bella's old wedding robes when she had come across the old album. She had cried a little when she saw it. After all, Bella was dead and Sirius was dead and Reg was dead and Andy was as good as dead and she was the only one left.
Her expensive robes were getting dirty with all the time she was spending on the floor and Lucius was probably looking for her, but she didn't care anymore.
She stood and absentmindedly brushed the dust off her robes. She stared at the picture of the three of them, the three strong Black sisters. One was lost forever, but maybe the other one wasn't.
She tore the picture out of the album and rummaged around the shelves for an empty frame. She found an beautiful silver frame and placed it inside with a scrawled note.
Andromeda Black Tonks,
We have not spoken since you left, but I would like to talk to you. If it would not be too much trouble, could we meet at three o'clock on Friday at The Three Broomsticks? I would really appreciate it if you would come.
Your sister,
Narcissa Black Malfoy
Narcissa did not have much hopethat Andy would respond, so when the next day, a tawny owl came back with a note in it, she grinned.
Cissy,
I'll come.
Andy
Okay. So what do you think? I didn't use the whole prompt, I know, but it's much better this way. And this is unedited. So if it sounds weird... I'll get around to fixing it sooner or later.