Written for DADA (Write about someone who is torn between two sides of something. The theme of the struggle should be defined.)

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When the wedding invitation came to her home, Narcissa had been confronted with a decision she wasn't sure she could make. Her mother had made it clear what she thought of Andromeda's wedding, and had very clearly told Narcissa that she would not be in attendance. Bellatrix had also been clear in her desire to not attend. The way the woman had stated it was something along the lines of her only attending if you could curse the groom.

It was painfully obvious that her sister's side of the family would not be in attendance and Narcissa felt horrible about it. She didn't approve of Andromeda's choice of husband, or her turning her back on the family's way, but as far as Narcissa was concerned Andromeda was still her sister. She was still the one who had been at her side through childhood. The one who taken her side in fights, and protected her through her early years of school. Andromeda was still her sister, but how important was that bond now.

Narcissa looked back down at the invitation in her hand. Her sister's name was written so elegantly, as was the rest of the blue text. It was a simple enough piece of paper, but the longer she looked at it, the heavier it seemed to weight in her hands.

She should go. Give her support to her sister during this time. Merlin knows that no one else in the family was going to be in attendance. Andromeda would need someone there for her.

At the same time, what reason did Narcissa have to go? Andromeda had turned her back on the family after all. It had been her choice to marry that Mudblood filth. Narcissa didn't support the match, so why support the marriage.

At the same time, this was her sister.

"A wedding invitation?" Lucius' voice came from behind her. Narcissa looked back at her fiancé. She made to hide the note, but he took it from her hands. Narcissa waited silently as he read over it. When Lucius looked back at her it was with a smirk. "You aren't planning on going are you?"

"No." Narcissa frowned at him. "It just came in the mail."

"Then throw it out," Lucius said. He handed the page over to her.

Narcissa didn't move. "What?"

"You aren't planning on going to this thing," Lucius said, "so why keep it?"

Narcissa snatched it from him. She looked at the invitation, than back at het fiancé. "Why does it matter so much to you?"

"It doesn't." Lucius smiled at her, but there was something in that smirk that Narcissa didn't like. "I'm just curious why you're even considering going to that disgrace of a wedding."

"I'm sure it won't be a disgrace," Narcissa defended.

"She's marrying a Mudblood filth. If that isn't a disgrace, than I don't know what is." A spark of mischief appeared in Lucius' eyes. "You know what, maybe we should go."

"What?" Narcissa asked.

"It could be a good idea," Lucius said. He stepped back from her, leaning his weight against the back of an armchair. "What better way to get ahold of that Tonks boy? It's a quick way to rid that filth from your sister's life."

Narcissa looked away, "Bella said a similar thing."

"That girl has a good head on her shoulders." Lucius said, turning away from her.

Narcissa watched as he moved over to the bookshelf. His back was to her and his attention was directed elsewhere. Narcissa turned her gaze to the invitation in her hand. Once more the paper felt heavy in her hands. She eyed the text and debated about rather or not she should bother attending.

In the end, Narcissa decided against it. And as she tossed the invitation into the fire, she almost wished she hadn't.