"You've got to be kidding me, 'Cissy."
Narcissa Black watched her two sisters primping in the mirror, Bellatrix's eyebrows raising in amusement, and Andromeda giving a small chuckle.
They had such beautiful dark features, such haunting gazes. Narcissa's face contorted with jealousy at the midnight black corsets and layered skirts plastered against their bodies.
Narcissa tiptoed hesitantly to the full length mirror, taking fistfuls of her snow white gown. She smoothed the creases in the chiffon and ran her fingers through her pale blonde hair, amazed at the contrast between her and her sisters.
They were darkness, she was light. They were sensuality, she was innocence.
"I'm not kidding, Bella. Can't I try one on?" she asked lightly.
"You'll look silly. You're much too pale. Too...pure." Bellatrix drawled, grinning as she and Andromeda left the room.
Narcissa shook her head, knowing it was all too true. But she couldn't help shuffling to Bellatrix's large wardrobe, picking a pure black long-sleeved thing, and pulling herself out of her white dress.
She closed her eyes as she stepped into her sister's gown, wiggling into the sleeves and tightly lacing the corset. When it was all done, she opened her eyes, expecting the worst.
The black against her milky white skin and light hair was strange, much too distinct, like her sisters said. But that's what it she liked about it. It was a contrast between the two.
She smiled radiantly as she left the room, making her way to the party downstairs.
Narcissa had never felt so beautiful.