“Honestly!” breathed out Narcissa as she sat at the end of Bellatrix’s bed. “I’m trying to talk here!”

What Narcissa had to say didn’t matter. The rest of the room’s inhabitants weren’t interested. Her cousin, Sirius Black, was having some kind of petty argument with Bellatrix. Andromeda lay on the lounge chair, barefoot and pink cheeks, laughing vociferously. It was all lovely for them! They were at Hogwarts, able to learn and explore more about the world her parents shielded her from. They were free, at least for months at a time until they had to go back to their respective houses.

Narcissa wasn’t. Instead, she was forced to listen to dull lectures from the old maids her mother hired, forced to drink an unimaginable amount of tea, and forced to learn every rule of etiquette there existed. Her small nose crinkled, the first sign of an impending tantrum.

“Bellatrix!” she whined, hands tugging on her pig tails. “I’m asking you a question!”

Bellatrix cackled. She aimed her wand at the petrified body of Sirius. “Collopurtus!” she chanted silencing Narcissa as she watched in awe as Bella levitated her cousin out to the corridor and shutting the door behind him.