Toujours pur
-- by Meda Black--
Chapter One --- The Black Sisters

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You may find it hard to believe, but even Black's are caring towards family. I loved my sisters and still do. No doubt about it, they were blind fools, but they were taught it. I often give the benefit of the doubt - under other circumstances, they would be good people.

Bella was the oldest, the strongest and the wildest. She is the most vigorous person I know. She had dark eyes and untamed ebony curls that matched her perfectly. and when we were younger I remember mother always used to get angry at her for spoiling her dresses. And spontaneous - you'd never know what she would do next. I remember she would suddenly play games or switch characters and confuse me a 'Cissa. "Let's pretend," she'd say "I'll be the queen". And five seconds later she'd be Lady Belle, a dark hero who went after mudbloods with a sword in hand. She used to love acting. I remember when she stopped, too.

Bella was the oldest. I sort of adored her back then.....

I was in the middle and it's where I fit best. I wasn't the prettiest one in the lot. Bella's dark eyes infused with gold, her dark hair infused with Cissa's pale blonde to make soft brunette waves, always a mess. Funny nose, peaky figure, wrinkles in my clothes. Andromeda Black. I wasn't paid as much attention to as the others, and I wasn't nearly the favourite - I wasn't even Slytherin. Mum and Dad were shocked the day I became a Ravenclaw. I was always the smartest and asked so many questions. I think that's how I found out about how my family got it wrong. I was the wallflower. The middle child.

I was a Black, and I never completely stopped being one...

Then after me was little Narcissa. Hair of white gold and eyes of pale blue ice. She was fiery Bella's opposite, and yet they were the same. More so than me, at least. She had alot of names at school - stuck-up priss, snoot, you get my drift. It was her own fault, always obsessing over her hair and carrying that dratted mirror around. She was a princess. Funny, how she always had loved fairytales. I remember her singing too, and her never having any tact. I remember her necklace, the crystal drop necklace that mum gave her. She would never let anybody touch it, and wore it every day. And I remember her love for vanilla chocolate.

Narcissa was the Black family's little princess....

This is my family. I'm glad I'm not entirely a Black anymore....