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"My parents talk about marriage a lot," Narcissa muses, looking over the Black Lake. "They say I have to marry another Pureblood."

Marlene frowns. "You're only thirteen. Seems a bit early to be thinking about that. And all the Pureblood boys...they're a bit shit, aren't they?"

"Don't say that!" But she's laughing, her face tilted to the sky and her fingers dancing over the blades of grass beneath her. "I guess it does seem early, but Bella's already all lined up with Lestrange. And Andy's...well, it makes sense that my parents are focused on me."

"Maybe we should get married."

She laughs again, incredulous. "We can't get married."

"Why not?" Marlene hugs her knees to her chest. "I'd be better than some prat like Rosier."

"You're a girl." Then, after a beat of silence, "And you're not a Pureblood. Wouldn't work."

"Suppose it wouldn't." The older girl sighs loudly. "Would be nice if it could though, wouldn't it?"

"Yeah..." Narcissa trails off. "Suppose it would."