Narcissa took a seat by her best friend, Ava, sighing with relief. "Ava, why weren't you on the train?" She asked her raven haired friend.
"Mum and dad flooed me here. Don't look at me, they've gone bonkers." Ava laughed, running a hand through her dark curls. Narcissa gigled. Only when they saw the Headmaster stand at the owl stand did they silence, and turn their attention toward the sorting hat.
Dumbledore made a small speech, and the sorting began. The Slytherins clapped loudly as the first girl was sent their way.
Andromeda and Bellatrix quickly slipped into the seats beside Narcissa, no dount wanting to talk about the Malfoy boy.
"Is he a good kisser?" Bellatrix whispered, eyeing the long haired boy that sat only a couple of seats down. Narcissa gently slapped her on the shoulder. Bellatrix shot a look down at her baby sister. "Don't touch me." She sneered.
Andromeda rolled her eyes, then caught sight of Ted, who sat at the Gryffindor table. She smiled and gave him a little wave. "Ugh, damn mudblood." Bellatrix growled, scowling at him. He quickly turned away from her, biting his lip. The sorting continued for another twenty minutes, only a few Slytherins being welcomed to the table. There were not a big selection of first years this year.
"And with that, let the feast, begin." Dumbledore smiled. Magically, food appeared on the table, and everyone quickly began to devour the good smelling food.
"But seriously, you like him don't you?" Andromeda asked, scooping up some mashed potatoes.
Narcissa looked over at Lucius, who seemed to be in a deep conversation with Evan Rosier. He had tied his hair up in a low pony tail, and it hung limply over his back. His eyes met hers, and a small shock was sent through her as he sent a smile her way.
She could feel her cheeks burning up, and her sisters eyes bore into the sides of her head, as if trying to look into her ears to see what she was thinking. She quickly shook her head, averting her gaze down towards her plate.
"Yeah, I guess he's pretty cool." She answered. He was amazing. Well, physical wise. But something about his soft eyes made her want to melt in his arms, and they gave off a soft vibe.
They ate the rest of the dinner in silence, a few moments when Rookwood would draw his hand up Bella's thigh, and she would slap it away. They were then called up to their common rooms.
"Narcissa, do you even know who he is?" Ava asked as they walked up the stairs toward their common room. Narcissa shrugged her shoulders, barely paying attention. Ava rolled her eyes, sighing. "His family is one of the most powerful, aside from yours, of course. He would most defianitly make a trophy husband." She smiled, walking through the open passage way and dumping herself on the green couch.
Narcissa sat beside her, her mind wandering.
"People are saying that he already has it." Ava whispered.
"Has what?" Was Narcissa's reply as she slipped off her shoes. Ava leaned closer to her.
"It. Right on his left arm. But of course, there isn't any proof to that statement." She licked her lips, then took out her wand and started summoning her things to unpack its self upstairs, in the girls dormitary.
Narcissa stared at her, thinking about what she had just said. The boy was only thirteen, did he really have the mark? Lord Voldemort had just begun his dark days, trying recruit as many Death Eaters as possible. Of course, Narcissa believed in blood purity, but the whole thing was rather scary.
She thought about how Bellatrix had kept talking about when she was seventeen, and she would join him. She didn't mind, she just didn't want her sister to risk her life.
"Well, I don't believe it." She stated, clearing her throat. Ava shrugged and leaned back into the couch, closing her eyes.
"CISSY! GIVE ME MY PATTERNED SKIRT BACK!" Bellatrix shouted, storming down from the girls dormitory. Narcissa lifted an eyebrow, and Lucius came in. She ignored him for the time being.
"I don't have your skirt." She replied, shrugging her shoulders. Bellatrix glared at her.
"GIVE IT BACK!" She shouted again. Narcissa rolled her eyes. Andromeda walked through the common room, tieing her hair in a bun.
"Mum took it out of your bag." She told her older sister, sitting down in an armchair. Bellatrix's mouth fell open, and she gaped. "Because she thought it was unbecoming of a young woman to wear such 'filth'." She answered her unspoken question.
With a growl, Bellatrix ran back up to the dormitory.
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