It's my sixth year at Hogwarts. The absence of my two elder sisters watching my every move is quite eerie. I've grown accustomed to it, though. It's November. The leaves on the small, unruly Whomping Willow are turning orange. I'm walking down the corridor toward Charms with a few Syltherin friends, giggling, yes, giggling. There's no dark magic or fear shrouding the halls like Draco's years at Hogwarts. Approaching me, I see my cousin, Sirius, with his gang of immature Gryffindor's. We don't talk much. He thinks I'm a spoiled princess and I think he is a insubordinate fool. C'est la vie.
"Sirius," I say flatly with a nod.
"Narcissa," he replies, mocking my tone.
"C'mon Sirius, we have flying lessons now!" he friend urges as his cheeks turn an excited hue of red only a Gryffindor is capable of.
I roll my eyes. First years. I pull him aside. "How are you?"
"Why do you care. We don't talk." he sneers.
I shrug. "We're cousins, and as the eldest Black at Hogwarts, it's my job to protect you."
He chuckles. "No seriously, what do you want?"
I sigh. I reply in a hushed tone. "How do you just go against the family like that? I mean, you're just barely twelve. Pretty soon, you're going to be burned from the tapestry. You're next, after my sister, you know." I warn him.
"Why do you care?" he snaps. "You don't have to be such a know-it-all all the time Cissy! I'm not one of you – elitist, pure-blood scum!"
"I'm just looking out for you!" My tone increases. "Muggle lovers don't have the best track record in this family!"
"I don't care! I'm not one of you!" He storms off. "Let's go, James." He nudges the friend who spoke earlier.
"What was that about?" my friend asks with concern, gently patting the elbow of my robes.
"Nothing – just nothing." I sigh.
That moment made me realize that maybe Sirius was right. Maybe I was just filling the mold my parents and sisters carved out for me. He wanted nothing to do with it. He chose his own destiny. I would never go against my family. Family's all I've got. I guess he's just braver than I am. Maybe that's why he was put in Gryffindor. He's the first Black brave enough to not be put in Slytherin. He took a stand. He's so headstrong, hot-headed, and fearless. What a lion. Maybe I'm jealous that no one controls him.