42. Portraits
The three little girls walked through the corridors, giggling and holding each others hands.
Walking further down the halls, they looked up at the portraits that were located in the Black Manor.
“Look, Cissy!” Giggled the red head, “He’s picking his nose!”
The blonde looked at the portrait of the man that had been picking his nose. “That’s repolsuve!”
The eldest who was Bella, shook her head at Narcissa. “It’s repulsive, Cissy. Not repolsuve!” she told her sister giving her head a whack.
Narcissa felt like she wanted to cry, but choked the tears instead making Andormeda shake her head.
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