Hey everyone. This chapter of Little Moments. This chapter was written for Fortnightly Challenges Thread's Leaf Pile Challenge on Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. I used the prompt brown (actions) Making tea/coffee. I hope you all enjoy Tea Time.

Narcissa liked to sit and watch the family house elf make their afternoon tea. Or mother's case coffee. It seemed like something that every house elf she came into contact with was a natural at making coffee and tea.

"What are you doing, child?" chided her mother walking in behind her. "Don't you bother Sal while she is working."

Narcissa looked up at her mother confused. When she was young enough that she couldn't care for herself mother always barked at Old Sal to come and take care of her. Why could she not be near her old caretaker now?

"Just go play with your older sisters, Narcissa," her mother sighed as though Narcissa had done something wrong.

She was about to ask what she had done when she saw the look on her mother's face and thought better of it. Walking off head in a confused fog she knew her sisters would have an answer for the question she wasn't able to ask her mother.

"What's wrong, Cissa?" she heard Andy's voice break through her thoughts as she neared her older sisters' rooms.

"Is mother mad about something?" she asked confused. "Because she was very cross at me for being in kitchen while Sal was making the tea and coffee for tea time today."

"Grandmother is giving her a lot of stress because she only has girls," Bellatrix told her. "And Auntie has two boys already. She blames mother for her failure to have a boy and in turn mother blames us for not being boys."

This didn't explain why mother told her to leave the kitchen. It only explained why mother was cross. She blinked away the confused tears that had started to build in her eyes. Bella would chide her if she saw that Narcissa was about to cry.

"But why did mother not want me to watch Sal make the tea?"

Andy giggled at this. "It's obvious," she exclaimed as though it should be to Narcissa too. "Isn't it?"

Narcissa shook her head.

"Mother doesn't want you to get it in your head that you should start to help, poor old Sal," she explained as though Narcissa was to dim to come up with it herself.

"Oh," she whispered and that did kind of make sense in her mind.

"Girls," mother's voice came floating up the stairs, "tea is ready and Grandmother Black is here."

The three sisters rushed down the stairs because you didn't keep Grandmother Black waiting. If you did you risked getting caned for it. Maybe one of these Narciss would understand the way her family truely worked. But until then she thinks she rather actually stay in the dark. At least in the dark she was safe from the unknown. At least in her own mind.

I hope you all enjoyed Tea Time. I can see this happening in the Black girls house during their youth.