Andromeda's Musings
Andromeda sat at her windowsill thinking about what Narcissa had said. I need to think of a way to get into his library. It's the only room in the house where he'd have it. It being the picture frame. She wanted to know the story behind it. If she could just get a glimpse of his face, maybe she could look at newspapers to see if he appeared anywhere.
She turned to see Bellatrix enter her room. "Couldn't you knock," Andromeda asked in mild annoyance.
"I could," Bellatrix said. Andromeda could read her clearly: but I won't.
"So how did I earn the honor of your company," Andromeda asked drying her hair. She didn't even want to look at Bellatrix. All she did was annoy her and put her on her wit's end. It was only on rare occasion that Bellatrix would strum up her self esteem.
"That's what I always liked about you, Andromeda. You always have to sound like the adult, but when all you really are is a child." Bellatrix took a seat on Andromeda's bed. "I just wanted to ask you how long have you felt it."
"Felt what," Andromeda asked absently.
"That father doesn't like Narcissa."
Bellatrix stopped brushing. "I'm not quite sure if he doesn't like her, but I do feel like he's always examining her. It's clear he doesn't treat her like either one of us. He adores you, ignores me, but he seems distant with Narcissa."
Bellatrix snorted. "Could you imagine our mom having an affair? Oh, I'm sorry, I think we're getting into more adult conversation…"
"Enough of that," Andromeda snapped. "I wonder who learned what affairs were first, you or me. I read a lot Bellatrix, and I'm certain that I know more than you give me credit for." She watched Bellatrix make a face. "But no. I don't think mom is the type of person to have an affair. It would be beneath her dignity."
"Well I think dad doesn't think that way. I mean it is odd, that both of our parents have dark hair: father's is black, mother's is brown."
Andromeda strummed the table, feeling on edge with revealing what knowledge she had.
"Spit it out already Andromeda," Bellatrix said lazily. "You only strum your fingers when you have something your not comfortable with."
"I've read some muggle books…" She saw Bellatrix sit up with rage. "And it is possible if both parents have a blonde gene."
Bellatrix smirked and leaned back against the headboard. "Try telling that to father."
"But Narcissa and father have the same forehead and brows. Everything else looks like mother, don't you think," Andromeda asked.
"You think father can see that kind of thing? I can't really notice similarities between us. I think we all look different."
Oak popped into the room, "Dinner is ready."