Here we have it, the next installment. I hope to have the next bit up soon, but Wednesday's child isn't cooperating with me, and I'm still having trouble trying to figure out Thursday's child.
Ah well, enjoy!
Monday's child is fair of face,
Tuesday's child is full of grace,
Wednesday's child is full of woe,
Thursday's child has far to go,
Friday's child is loving and giving,
Saturday's child works hard for a living,
But the child that is born on the Sabbath day
Is bonnie and blithe and good and gay.
Traditional Nursery Rhyme
Tuesday's child is full of grace.
In the rarely used, echoing ballroom of Black Manor, the Black sisters were learning dancing, and it was no doubt an odd sight. Bellatrix, who was used to doing everything perfectly and without fault found herself tripping over her own feet in an effort to keep up with the quick twirls and sudden changes of direction. Narcissa, who the three sisters had thought would be the most adept, was not faring much better than the eldest. She had managed not to fall as yet, but she looked, as their instructor told her with waning patience, like a baby dragon that hadn't yet learned to walk. Andromeda, however, had surprised both her instructor and her sisters by being, well, good.
"That's not fair!" Narcissa cried as she nearly twisted an ankle mid-twirl.
Their instructor, a middle aged wizard in comically purple robes, shook his head at the youngest girl, "Watch how your sister does it." He said, taking Andromeda by the hand and leading her in a set of intricate twirls and dips.
Much to both Narcissa and Bellatrix's chagrin, she didn't once trip. Although they hardly realized it, when their instructor led Andromeda back to them, their faces were painted with bitter scowls.
"You see?" Their instructor said, "Just do what your sister does."
The problem was, however, that they didn't know what she did; her fluidity of movement was alien to Bellatrix and Narcissa.
"Now Bellatrix, I want you to try the dragontail turn followed by two successions of inverted Thestral, alright?"
With her chin jutted forward defiantly, Bellatrix allowed herself to be led onto the dance floor where their instructor led her through two of the most basic moves. Seated beside each other in ornamentally uncomfortable chairs, Narcissa and Andromeda watched their sister, Narcissa's face screwed up in concentration while Andromeda tried to hide her smirk as Bellatrix tripped over their instructor's toes and fell flat on her face.
Unfortunately for Andromeda, Bellatrix saw her snicker as she rose, and with shouts of "You little son of a mudblood!" Bellatrix ran after her sister, who, with a shriek, flew from her chair.
But without her wand, Bellatrix was powerless against Andromeda, who seemed to always be able to flutter and dance away from her grasp.
"Girls! Girls!" Their instructor shouted, stepping between Bellatrix and Andromeda. He took Bellatrix by the arm. "You'll never learn to dance if you don't practice." He said. "Now try the dragontail turn again."
And as Bellatrix was once again led to the dance floor, Andromeda floated to her seat, laughing.
So, did you like it, or do you think I should abandon writing forevermore? Do tell.
And as I said above, I'm having a bit of trouble with that little brat Thursday, so if anyone has any ideas, please tell me! =)