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Pillow Fighting

The curtains were drawn tightly and the covers turned down, fluffy and inviting. The room was bathed in a calming turquoise light that reflected the outside rhythmic song of rain on the roof nicely. Humming softly, Narcissa slipped into her nightgown quickly, shivering a little with the chill of the night. She yawned, covering her mouth out of good habit rather than good company. Alone, Narcissa wanted nothing more than to slip into her bed and drift off to a sleep filled with the whimsy of dreams.

However, the peaceful, languid mood of her room was disrupted brutally by a shrill sound. Had Narcissa not known any better, she might have thought someone was dying, the melody so discordant and ridiculous. But, unfortunately from experience, Narcissa did know better. Snatching her slippers, she put them on her feet quickly to pitter patter down the hallway to the bathroom in which her sisters were singing. If it could be called singing.

As neared the source of the racket, words became more distinguishable, however, the notes were just as clashing. The unearthly sound had pulled Narcissa from her drowsy state of contentment to a sharp reality where her hair seemed to stand on end. She knew it had to be past ten o'clock; past their bedtime already. She also knew that her sisters were singing badly on purpose; they weren't horrible if they didn't want to be. However, she had no idea why they were choosing to sing poorly at ten at night.

She knocked fiercely on the door.

"Bella! Andy!" Narcissa cried, straining her voice over the racket.

But her sisters were too busy singing about a lovesick werewolf to hear the pleas of a very annoyed little sister who just wanted to go to sleep. Narcissa frowned at the door. Her sisters were, indeed, very annoying.

"Be quiet!" she shouted in a louder voice.

Once more, her words were drowned out by a chorus of animated howling.

Narcissa went to open the door, but as she had suspected, it was locked. She shook the handle and then pounded on the door for good measure as she tried again.

"Bellatrix and Andromeda, will you stop singing so I can go to sleep?!"

Finally, the noise stopped.

"Did you hear something, Droomie?" Narcissa heard Bella ask.

"Nothing but a whiny old bore who's afraid to stay up past her bedtime," Andromeda chimed in a much more pleasant singsong voice.

Narcissa scowled. It was very typical of her sisters. Leave her out of the fun because, according to them, she was never old enough. And then make fun of her when she wanted to listen to the rules.

"I'm tired!" she explained peevishly.

"And I'm Bella."

The peals of giggles were just as annoying as the previous singing.

"At least let me in if you're going to keep me awake," Narcissa reasoned. "I need to brush my teeth anyway."

Bellatrix and Andromeda didn't seem to have heard her or were just ignoring her. There was the sound of muttering and then something of a crash and then more muttering. Narcissa couldn't begin to fathom how her sisters could wreck a bathroom. But then again, she didn't really want to think about it.

"Please!" she added, stepping on her own pride. If there was one thing she hated, it was having to treat her sisters with the propriety and manners she'd show to anyone else. After all, it wasn't as if her sisters deserved special treatment. They were just her sisters. And she was tired of their shenanigans; every night come bedtime it was something different. Bella had put a toad in Andromeda's bed. The next night Andromeda took all the covers off of Bella's bed in retaliation. Bella accidently caught Andromeda's bed on fire. Bella and Andromeda had tired of fighting each other and decided that Narcissa's bed would make the best trampoline. While Narcissa was in it. She could only imagine what they were up to tonight.

"I just want to keep proper hygiene!" she whined, stomping her feet indignantly.

"Narcissa!" Andromeda laughed, "There is another bathroom down the hall."

Was her sister really that stupid, Narcissa wondered as she replied snappishly, "I know, Meda. But I don't feel like walking down that far."

"Yeah, are you as dumb as you act, Andy?" Bellatrix agreed mockingly, "Cissy's should get her way under every circumstance."

"Well, if I'm acting stupid it's only because I hang around you too much!"

Narcissa heard the affectionate arm-slap and then the melodramatic 'ouch!' that followed. Folding her arms over her chest, she slumped against the door and slid to the floor.

"Bella, Andy, you aren't being fair! Let me in!" she began again.

"Wait your turn, Cissy," her eldest sister replied.

Setting her face in a determined pout, as if anyone would see, Narcissa insisted, "But it's my bathroom too!"

Once again, Andromeda laughed, "But it's ours too!"

Narcissa was not amused; she could practically see her older sisters grinning at each other.

"Well, then why can't I come in and we can all share?"

There was a sarcastic intake of breath. "Is share even a part of your vocabulary?"

This comment might have come from either sister. Narcissa was now paying more attention to the logistics of a proper tantrum than coherent answers.

"I'm not a baby so don't treat me like one!" she huffed angrily.

Her sisters had far too much fun ganging up on her.

"Then don't act like one!" came the voice that was definitely Bella's. Even if she was just teasing, Andromeda was possibly resistant to being outright mean. But Bella seemed to be resistant to ever being outright nice. Either way it made for interesting dynamics.

"I don't know," mused Andromeda, as if seriously considering the issue, "What do you think?"

"I think the mirror can manage another minute without Cissy's smirking face."

Narcissa let out a shriek of annoyance. She did not smirk… all the time.

"But perhaps we are being a bit unfair."

"Maybe," replied Bellatrix lazily, "But we can't ruin the surprise."

Narcissa's ears perked up excitedly.

"What surprise?" she chirped.

But, as always, her sisters decided to be infuriating.

"Hmm, won't say, Cissy," Bella taunted, "You told us to be quiet."

Rolling her eyes, Narcissa shot back, "That was when you sounded like sick banshees."

"You take that back!" Andromeda retorted in mock insult, "My part sounded absolutely wonderful, it was Bella who-ouch! I was just kidding, stupid."

Narcissa listened to her sisters bickering happily, laughing, and leaving her very jealous on the lonely side of the door. Finally, after what seemed like hours, the door opened a just a crack.

"Cissy," Bellatrix whispered mysteriously, "Close your eyes."

Narcissa did as she was told with a sniff.

"Open them slowly," Andromeda instructed carefully.

Narcissa blinked at her sisters waiting for some big grand finale. But after all the time she had spent with them, she shouldn't have been so hopeful.

"Well?" Andromeda laughed, "Who's who?"

Raising an eyebrow, Narcissa stared at the two grinning girls as if they were mental. Because they really were. Having done their hair the exact same way once again, they never seemed to tire of the apparently amusing fact that they looked very similar, almost like twins, regardless of the age difference. Narcissa, however, had found the joke old ever since Bella and Andy had tried to convince her that she wasn't really a Black because she looked nothing like them, and they obviously looked like Blacks.

"You locked me outside of the bathroom for this?" Narcissa demanded.

Both sisters looked crestfallen. Well, Andromeda looked more disappointed and Bellatrix more annoyed.

"Give it a go anyway. I think you're just lying and you actually don't have a clue which of us is Bella and which is Meda," Bellatrix snapped.

Narcissa laughed. "No. You're Bella, and you're Andromeda."

Andromeda let her attempt at mimicking Bella's facial expressions fall. "How'd you know?"

Narcissa shrugged, "Easy. Bellatrix never looks that happy, Andy. And Bella, Andromeda doesn't sneer quite as well as you do."

Andromeda looked offended by this last remark.

"Besides, you two are my sisters. I think I know you more than anybody."

With a smug smile, Narcissa walked forward to enter the bathroom.

However, her sisters had other plans.

"I've got her feet!"

"Fine, arms!"

They scooped her up paying no attention to Narcissa's shrieks of protest. Bellatrix was laughing too hard and Andromeda was concentrating on not properly supporting Narcissa's head. Bounding down the hallway, her sisters swung Narcissa back and forth. Narcissa was quite sure that her head was going to hit one of the walls as neither Bellatrix nor Andromeda seemed to care that their little sister was not made out of rubber but rather flesh and bones.

Luckily, it was only when round the door into her room that Narcissa made any contact with the wall. Her sisters then skidded to a halt and nodded to each other with insane, gleaming eyes.

"One, two, three!" they cried, and sent Narcissa soaring onto her bed where she landed with a small bounce.

She fell into a fit of giggles. But she couldn't help it, especially not as Bella and Meda jumped on the bed after her to tickle her mercilessly.

Narcissa managed to grab a pillow and threw it at Bellatrix who caught it and in turn hit Andromeda with it. In a matter of minutes feathers were flying and Narcissa's bed was pillow-less.

With almost simultaneous yawns, Bellatrix and Andromeda flopped down amongst the covers. Narcissa was left standing in the middle of a mess Druella Black was certainly not going to appreciate; (not for the work, obviously, but for the very fact that her daughters were behaving so barbarically). She gave a small laugh as she watched the steady breathing of her sisters.

"Thanks a lot," Narcissa grumbled, though she couldn't say she that she regretted the pillow fight.

"Oh, don't worry," Andy mumbled sleepily, "I'll just blame Bella."

"And then I'll blame you, Narcissa," Bella finished the thought, equally as tired, "and mother won't be mad because, who can stay mad at you, Cissy?"

Narcissa crawled onto the bed in between her sisters, curling up into a ball.

"That's not what I meant," she yawned, this time she didn't bother to cover her mouth; her sisters were a bad influence. "I can't sleep without any pillows."

Author's Note: Firstly, I'd like to apologize for the late update. The weekend got away from me and then I had to fight off writer's block and deal with internet problems, (oh Godric). I thought some nice light-hearted Black Sisters stuff was necessary. I just love when they get along. Well, this Saturday is a very important day. Halloween. And I am properly excited for it and look forward to writing some "Black-Sisters-Go-Trick-or-Treating"! I kid you, obviously, but I'm really excited for what's next... because Halloween is just amazing as are the Sisters Black. Thanks for your faithful reading/reviewing! Once again, sorry for the late update!