A/N: The Black sisters make stockings. young!Black sisters Christmas fic. I do love writing them as little girls.
Submission for:
Countdown to Christmas Drabble/Oneshot Competition!: Day 19 - stockings
The Pokemon Journey Challenge: Write about the Black family
The Guess-The-Riddle Competition!: Week 2 - Three siblings
The Build-A-Bear Challenge: Scent - gingerbread
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter.
The smell of gingerbread filled the house as two girls sat at the small table in their playroom. They each had a large stocking before them and armed with paper, felt, paints, crayons, paint and glitter, were decorating them with enthusiasm.
Little Narcissa was throwing a lot of silver and gold glitter on her dark green stocking, making large circles for 'snow' before she finger-painted her name in large letters on the white cuff - "CISSY"
Andromeda was cutting out small red stars and many small white snowflakes out of felt paper with her scissors before sticking them on her gold-coloured stocking. She took a quill, dipped it in emerald ink, and wrote as neatly as possible 'Dromeda' on the white cuff.
Four-year-old Narcissa smiled at Andromeda when she was finished and cried out, "Let's hang them up now!"
She and Andromeda ran out of the playroom and down the stairs to stand before the fireplace. Bellatrix was sitting in a large chair reading one of the many books her tutor had instructed, her once bored expression replaced with one of mocking when she saw the two girls enter the parlour.
"Such childish things, hanging up stockings," she jeered, as Andromeda picked Narcissa up by her tiny waist to allow her to hang her stocking on her nail.
Andromeda scowled at her older sister before she whispered into Narcissa's ear. The little blonde-haired girl's face lit up before she ran back up the stairs.
"It is childish, isn't it," Andromeda said airily as she stood near to Bellatrix. Bella just nodded before going back to her boring book.
A few minutes later, Narcissa ran back downstairs and jumped into Bella's lap, knocking the book from Bella's hands.
"Dromeda told me that you didn't have a stocking, so I made you one," Narcissa said with a bright smile.
Bella glared at the ugly looking thing. It was bright red and covered in the most illegible scrawl of random words and letters. It was drowned in silver and gold glitter and the white cuff read, "B E L A" with a backward-"B".
She opened her mouth, ready to begin shouting and insulting her youngest sister, when their mother entered the room. "What's happening in here?" she asked, looking at her three daughters huddled near the chairs.
Narcissa jumped off Bella's lap and ran to her mother with the stocking in hand, "Mother, look what I made Bella."
Their mother smiled and said, "This is just beautiful, Narcissa. Let's hang it up with the others."
Bella wanted to say something, she didn't want such a horrid stocking, but at her mother's hard look, she remained quiet. Andromeda smirked at her older sister's sullen expression as their mother picked up Narcissa and hung the stocking on Bella's nail.