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[narcissa black]

I used to walk around like I was made of stone.

Evening was closing in on Diagon Alley far too quickly. Narcissa had been busy all day, and hadn't had a chance to stop by the bank in order to make her withdrawal. Her feet carried her quickly across the asphalt, and in her heels, she nearly slipped, yet caught herself on the door of Gringotts. She hurried into the Wizard Bank and approached one of the available counters. The goblin behind her gave a small glare, "You know we're closing soon, right?" he muttered sourly to her.

Narcissa pulled out her key, her blue eyes flashing at him, "I'll make it quick," she returned with the same bitter tone. A goblin led her to her vault. The travel was short, though somewhat awkward with the silence. Cissa did not complain, however. She just wanted to get in, get some money, and get back out before she got locked inside of the place with these hideous creatures.

About five minutes later, the girl had left the bank behind with her purse that contained the money she took out of her vault. She returned the key into a safe, hidden pocket, then put the purse over her shoulders before resuming her walk down the alley. There weren't very many people out, and lights on the buildings were now flickering on as the setting darkened.

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[meda]

I spread my wings and learnt how to fly

X

Andromeda sighed and gathered up her cloak and bag, finally she had finished work, she pushed open the large majestic doors and exited her work. She worked as a receptionist for a large company and that meant she dealt with lot's of interesting people, mostly high-scale half-bloods, some lower pure-bloods and ministry workers. The lights flickered over the alley as she walked past and she saw a figure just infront of her, she took no notice but had her wand up her sleeve just in case. She wouldn't put it past Bellatrix to try and hex her while she was on her home from work.

The figure reminded her of someone, actually it reminded her of two someones, her mother and her younger sister. In Nymphadora's first year, Ted was too emotional to go see his little Dora off, so Meda and Nymphie went by them selves. Dora had bounded onto the train after a quick good-bye to her mother and Meda stood watching leaning against a pillar while her mother had arrived with Narcissa. Everyone saw each other but all three of them averted their eyes, when the train left the station her mother walked past her without looking at her.

She shook her head getting rid of the memory and coughed from the chest, she was just getting over a cold without using the pepper-up potion for the first time in a while, so her throat decided to give her away at the wrong moment. She looked ahead and looked down at her attire, a black robe of fine quality with silver lining with black low-heels that looked classically elegant. Her work expected her to dress like this and she didn't mind after all when she had been a Black they expected the best, she lived comfortably but not as well as she had when she was a Black but that didn't matter, she had a great family now . Her hair was pulled up into a loose bun with tendrils hanging down the side of her face, Ted loved this hair-style on her.

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[narcissa black]

No one could get my heart, I was on my own.

There was no doubt that by the time Narcissa returned home, her backside would be whooped. She still couldn't believe she had dashed over nearly every inch of Diagon Alley through the hours of the daytime, and had completely forgotten gathering herself some money. As she was, Narcissa wouldn't be caught dead without some galleons or so. You'd never know when you would need to spend it. That was typical for Cissa - as soon as she had the ability to spend, she knew not of hesitation, and did it right away. She knew this was a disease of hers, and she was working on changing that. She'd get to it one day.

A figure had passed her, though she hadn't paid too much attention to it. It had caught her eye only for a moment, but the setting had been a little too dark for her to see the face clearly, and she was far too absorbed in her own thoughts to care much about who she passed. However, indeed, the cough that emitted from the woman's throat had summoned Cissa back into reality, causing her to jump. It did sound a little familiar, for she remembered that same kind of cough coming from one of her older sisters back when she was forced to take care of her during Christmas vacation. She was much younger, but that didn't mean she knew how to heat up some soup for Andromeda.

The memory soured her, and she spun around to watch the woman walk off, back turned. Sure, Narcissa was only 15, and maybe bitterness toward her married sister would've been taking a step over the line. She had seen her sister more than plenty of times without full eye-contact, let alone a conversation. She was in a pleasant mood this evening, so she figured for kick and giggles...

"What a surprise to find you here, Andy." She managed a kinder tone than what she once used to approach her several years back, though it took a bit of effort. Her blue eyes flickered briefly, though the agitation of her sister's presence quickly managed to hide its appearance.

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[meda]

I spread my wings and learnt how to fly

X

Andromeda coughed again, stupid cold. She could see Narcissa's figure behind her and saw her eyes flickering over to her but Andromeda looked out the corner of her eye at her estranged sister. The same one who had cared for her one vacation when she was sick and made her soup, quite a tasty soup it was too. Andromeda stopped when she heard the familiar nick name past through her sister's lips much as it had done when both were younger and the family whole.

She turned slowly expecting some kind of insult to come her way but instead find a kind tone of voice and a smile. Odd, slightly odd considering when Narcissa had confronted her last time at the mere age of twelve, it wasn't a pleasant memory nor confrontation. Something was masked in her sister's words and face, she could so tell, she too was raised a Black. She raised an eyebrow carefully and looked at her sister who she hadn't spoken to in over three years and civially for at least 12 ?

She pushed a strand of brown hair out of her Bellatrix like eyes and replied evenly. "Not as surprising as seeing you here" She glanced around and saw that the sun had already set and the leering men had come out to play. "Narcissa" She said the sentance politely as she did with the name in a nice even tone. This girl, her sister wouldn't upset her. She was strong, she was andromeda and she had learnt how to fly.

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[narcissa black]

Black is my heart.

There was almost an eerie sting within her gut when she forced herself to be somewhat decent toward her sister, who she hadn't done as much as pay attention to in a fair few years. He composure was confident, however, as a Black was meant to hold her posture. Her purse hung loosely over her shoulder, though she acted as if it wasn't even there to uneven her balance. "Ah, I forgot that you worked here," she eventually confessed, almost more out of mere conversation than anything else. She took in a breath to evade throwing an insult or two that were itching to just slip from her lips. But she managed to hold them back, no matter how tempting they were.

"How's the new -" she twitched "...family?" Ted Tonks, she sourly mused, filthy trash. No explanation was needed to make crystalline as to why she found Andy's new hubby so appalling. It seemed everyone in the family had something against Andromeda's choice for a spouse. Narcissa would have died in agony if she were in her shoes. Thank Merlin she wasn't.

Black was Narcissa's heart, both her family line and its tone. Regardless of what she considered her older sister's betrayal to the Blacks, she was far too weary to be as icy as she normally would have been. Besides, she wasn't completely cold at heart. After years of having not laid an eye on her own flesh and blood, she had enough affection - and common sense - for the fully-grown woman to show her some respect. Narcissa obviously seemed to be a little different from Bellatrix, who appeared to completely despise Andy. Cissa was still somewhat young and unable to tear away from what care she did have.

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[meda]

I spread my wings and learnt how to fly

X

The alley has awfully quiet and it had seemed that everyone had deserted the area? Was this a sign of something to come? Or was it just a conidence that, two estraned sisters of one of the most purest families, one accepting the beliefs and the other rejecting it...She dearly hoped her other sister wouldn't show up. The one who had tried to break down the wards around Andromeda's home and try get in their and kill her new family. Nausea settled deep within her stomach with a side-plate of guilt, it was tiny, but still there. She deserted her youngest sister, one who could have followed her own path, maybe if Andromeda hadn't left so early. Andromeda blinked as her sister said the word work. She didn't know what the true meaning of the word meant, her sister had worked eleven hours straight, although Andromeda hadn't done that in a few years. " Yes well...I do" She almost wanted to say, how do you know that I work here but decided it wouldn't be worth it and her sister would most likely look at her with a icy glare she had perfected while she was four? She couldn't imagine the insults running through her sister's mind as she stood here talking to her sister that left her. She stood up straighter and looked into her sister's eyes, Blacks weren't afraid of anything, and neither were Tonks's.

"How's the new -" she twitched "...family?".

Andromeda held back a retort at the quip at her family " Ted is good and Nymphadora is in her second year at Hogwarts" Everyone in the family, well nearly everyone except Sirius and great ol' Alphard. Nympahdora had given her a run-down on her sorting when she came back and Andromeda nearly had a heart-attack as her daughter, her fun-loving daughter told her she had nearly been sorted into Slytherin, Nymphadora had NONE of the qualities of a Slytherin, she had assured herself but somehow..the Black was hidden beneath her bubbly demeanour.

Her sister's blood was black, as was her heart although if you poked nad prodded enough you would find the soft pink tissue burried deep beneath the surface. Thank Merlin her heart had left her yet and she still had enough human in her not to openly curse her family, her sister. Andromeda didn't blink as she asked the question in return "How is your sister and parents" She wouldn't dare call them hers anymore, she still had respect for her family and knew they'd hate being compared or still attached to the one thing that had let them down. Hell, even her mother walked past her without looking at her.

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[narcissa black]

Cold are my eyes, but I won't stare...for your sake.

Why had I even bothered asking? Cissa mused bitterly, as she listened to Andy briefly explain the condition of her new, pathetic family. Containing a casual posture, she simply nodded. Acting was one thing that she was good at, if anything. Though when she got irritated enough, it was bound to tumble down into pieces. Nymphadora, she further thought, now amusing herself, what kind of name is that? Her daughter probably hated her for being given that one.

She had noticed the way Andromeda questioned about Bellatrix, Druella, and Cygnus. She didn't approach it as "our" sister and parents, which had taken Narcissa by a hint of surprise. She simply smiled, almost thankful to know that her unfortunate sister didn't consider herself a part of the family anymore. And at the same time, she was almost apologetic. That was a feeling she would often deny.

"Doing quite well," she replied simply, though she didn't bother to go into detail. Reason being, even she didn't care too much about what her parents and sisters were up to. She was more concerned with herself and her friends. Yes, Cissa was a bit selfish, but was raised well enough not to think it was all about her. She knew she wasn't the center of the universe, which was why she held concern for those who would return the favor.