"Bella, you know you aren't supposed to have boys in our dormitary." Andromeda sat up in bed, wiping wearily at her eyes. Bellatrix rolled her eyes, pinching Rookwood's arm harshly, causing him to wake with a startle and roll out of her bed.
"I don't know what you're talking about." She giggled, lying back in bed, playing with her raven colored curles. Andromeda rolled her eyes.
"You know very well what i'm talking about, Bella. You've been coming here for six years, when haven't they told you that you couldn't have boys in here?" The younger Black got out of bed, changing into her school robes. Bellatrix laughed and shrugged her shoulders as Rookwood rubbed his head and left the dormitary. "Does he even have a bit of intelligance?" Andy asked, brushing out her hair.
Again, Bellatrix shrugged, getting herself dressed as well. Taking a look at herself in the mirror, she casually ran her hands through her untidy hair, and began to make her bed. "I suppose not, but that hasn't much to do with anything, now does it? It's nothing serious, I doubt we wont last another week." She added.
"Wake Cissa, she'd be devestated if she missed breakfast." Andromeda asked her older sister, walking down to the great hall.
"More like if she didn't get to see that Malfoy this morning." Bellatrix snickered, looking over at her baby sister, who slept soundlessly on her side. Taking a pillow off of the floor, she launched it at Narcissa, who instantly woke up as the soft material made contact with her face. "Wake up." Bellatrix curtly responded, grabbing her wand and heading down towards the great hall.
Reluctantly getting out of bed, Narcissa yawned and looked around the room. She was the only girl left, and she growled in frustration. Why did no one wake her earlier? She had always hated being the last one up, it made her feel lazy. With a roll of her eyes, she replaced her silver night gown with a white button up shirt. Grabbing a green patterned skirt from the end of her bed, she quickly slipped it up her legs, wrapping a black belt around her waist.
Taking her hair out of its pony tail, she hurriedly brushed it out and put it back up again. Slipping on a pair of white socks and black shoes, she grabbed her wand and left the dormitary.
At the great hall, she spotted an open seat beside Ava, who had thankfully saved her a seat. "Why are you up so late. There's only twenty five minutes before breakfast ends." Ava asked, chewing on a light peice of toast.
"Nobody woke me up." Narcissa replied, shrugging her shoulders and piling a small amount of eggs onto her plate. She looked around the table, and spotted Lucius. He smiled at her, then turned away. He was talking to Bellatrix, that strange Lestrange boy sitting beside him. Bellatrix focused more on Lestrange than she did on Malfoy, but he tried his best to stay in her circle of attention. Why? Was he trying to win her sisters affections? Not that it would do any good, she was three years older than him, and much out of his league. But why was he directing so much attention towards her?
Narcissa wished that he would come over to her and talk to her.
"He's quite handsome, isn't he?" Ava spoke, eyeing the boy with curiosity. Narcissa nodded.
"Yes, i suppose he is." She replied, turning away from him.
"What's gotten into you? You've been so quite since you've arrived. Is everything alright? Are your sisters tormenting you?" Ava asked worriedly, noticing the sad expression on her best friends face. Narcissa shook her head, placing her fork onto her plate.
"No, i'm alright, thank you." Narcissa assured, looking back over at Lucius, who was laughing at something that Bellatrix had said. What has gotten into him? Why was he all over her sister? She saw Lestrange give Lucius a hard look, and his laughter died down quite a bit.
Narcissa tried to avoid Lucius for the rest of the day, she wasn't in the mood to talk to him. Seeing him fawn over Bellatrix like that made her furious, for some reason. It was hard for her to admit to herself that she was absolutley in love with him. Not that she was ashamed of him, of course not. But meerly because she felt that if she did admit it, it would be wrong for her to do so. She was but a small child, what would her mother think? But maybe if she were in love with a family as high class as his, it wouldn't be a problem?
When she got back from her classes for the rest of the day, she slouched in an armchair, waiting for one of her sisters to arrive. Finally, Bellatrix stepped into the room, sitting down on the couch and taking out her potions homework.
"Bella?" Narcissa asked, sitting up straighter in her chair. Bellatrix's head slowley rose to her sisters, and she raised an eyebrow expectantly. "What's love?" The young girl asked. Bellatrix stared at her, then slapped herself on the forehead.
"Alright, Cissy. I'm guessing it's that time of your life when you're curious about such things. So shut up and listen and we'll have the...er...talk." Bellatrix bit on her bottom lip.