in regards to myself,

[Narcissa Black]

i basically just rambled for half a page, cool! this is open to anyone.

Purity of blood is a blessing of which witches and wizards should appreciate, and admire. It is the rightful symbol of superiority, power and potential. Someone of pureblood decent is known to have natural talent when it comes to magic, and the utmost potential. They are the true witches and wizards of this society: the loyal, the brave and the strong. Those of whom that are half-bloods, half-breeds, mudbloods, or blood-traitors are simply unimportant. They have little to offer, and should not be tolerated in an institution such as Hogwarts, the school of “Witchcraft and Wizardry.”

Narcissa smirked at the thought. Hogwarts was hardly a school of witchcraft and wizardry, in her opinion. In fact, it appeared to be more like the school of the weak, fearful and misguided. The entire place is full of undeserving pupils, students with dirty blood. Those students are on another level— a lower level. This level is one of defect and inadequacy, for the individuals whom have been graced with pure blood, are of an entirely different race.

She could hardly understand how someone of such importance could throw their blood status away. A blood-traitor is just as bad as the rest. They are just as low, just as disgraceful, if not even more-so. Narcissa had experienced these blood-traitors firsthand. The first of whom, and most unfortunately was her very own sister: Andromeda Black. The second of whom was her cousin, Sirius Black. Narcissa witnessed the devastation and scarring effects caused by these two on her mother and father, as well as her aunt and uncle. Andromeda and Sirius had chosen to turn their backs on the Ancient and Most Noble House of Black, and that was utterly unacceptable.

It is this personal betrayal within her own family that especially fueled Narcissa’s hatred for tainted blood. But she knew that one day those of pure blood would prevail. The mudbloods and the like would take their place bellow the rest, and accept their shameful position. They will know how truly undeserving they are.

Narcissa could feel herself inwardly cringing. Her expression became irritated, which she found particularly unflattering as she observed herself in the lake’s reflection. Gray eyes did not break focus from mirror image as she stepped closer to water’s edge. Dressed in her school-attire, her robes could be seen stitched with shimmering green and silver crest of Slytherin. Her hair lay smoothly across her shoulders, her clothing without wrinkles, and her shoes without a scuff.

She had it out for the unworthy: she would make their lives hell. Satisfied with her appearance, Narcissa stepped back, and waited.

[Andromeda Black]

Blood traitor. The words seemed to follow her everywhere she went. They were present in the awkward silence when she sat down at the Slytherin table, in the morning when she woke up to glares in the dormitory, and in the whispers behind her back in class. It was never said out loud and somehow all of her classmates, at least the Slytherins, knew that Andromeda Black was to be considered lower than muggle-borns, lower than muggles even. She was disgrace to her family and all of pureblooded wizardry kind. Blood traitor, its very definition might as well be filth.

Those thoughts had very recently begun to fill her mouth with a most foul taste. At the beginning of term she had resigned herself to this ill fate. She had committed the ultimate sin and betrayed her family and she deserved every bit of mal treatment that she received from her housemates. It had only been after talking with the likes of James Potter (which still surprised her more than anything) and Ted that she had come to realize that her beliefs weren’t wrong and that she shouldn’t allow herself to be scrutinized so horrendously.

To say that she had adjusted to this life would be a lie. She still cut meal times short by leaving the table early. avoided her sisters. Ted and his friends still laughed at her for being too proper. She still spent a good portion of her free time by taking strolls around the grounds, blissfully alone. That was what she was doing now, as Ted was still in class, traveling around the lake allowing her feet to actually scuff along on the ground and her tie to loosen to the point of just being noticeable. She was getting more comfortable with the new freedom being disowned allowed her, maybe too comfortable because she wasn’t even aware when her younger sister came into view almost as if she expected and awaited her arrival.

That was until it was far too late to turn back and head in the other direction unnoticed. Instead she merely stopped and stared at Cissy- no Narcissa- that nickname was a luxury no longer permitted to her, right? She had to look like a hooligan to the other girl with her loose green and silver tie. At least she was able to straighten her posture instantly so she didn’t look quite so bad.

Despite having made a new vow to herself to not back down from other Slytherins anymore she wasn’t entirely sure of what to say when faced with one of her own blood. And so she merely stood stock still, waiting for her to begin with what would inevitably be less-than-plesantries.

[Narcissa Black]

Narcissa’s state of mind is not what many would consider to be peaceful. However, it was not often that she had time alone to think to herself, even though she wasn’t pondering the most especially pleasant things. Having not been a particularly positive thinker, negative as well as troubling thoughts were not uncommon. In fact, these sorts of things seemed to poison Narcissa’s mind far too regularly. This certainly attributed to her prickly demeanor, making her highly unapproachable.

She was still steaming over her pondering thoughts of revenge on the blood traitors of her life. How perfect was it that this train of thought was broken by the very person she despised most?

Narcissa could feel her insides churning painfully and her boiling blood rush uncomfortably through every vein in her body. She did not react as she swore to herself she would the day she had this opportunity. Narcissa did not whip her wand out, and murder her sister instantly as she often envisioned herself doing. Instead, she smiled.

It surely wasn’t a comforting smile. Her thin lips curved upwards into a rather intimidating smirk. Slowly, Narcissa turned to face the girl she once called her sister. She had a hard time looking at Andromeda without showing obvious signs of disgust. The sight of the girl standing amongst the beautiful grounds of a school that was meant to teach to those who were worthy— those of pure blood was absolutely sickening. As far as Narcissa was concerned, her sister’s blood was no longer pure the instant she turned her back on her family. It was tainted in the worst fashion possible.

Her hand dipped into the pocket of her robes, and her slender fingers coiled around her wand. She did not withdraw it, but grasped it firmly, planning her next move.

“ Do you know, dear sister,” Narcissa began tauntingly, “The fatal mistake you have made?” She toyed with her wand in her pocket, eyes remaining on the filth before her. Andromeda abandoned a worthy family, and now she stood before her sister who possessed nothing but hatred for the crime she had committed against the family name. She was alone, and in Narcissa’s eyes, this was the perfect opportunity to ensure the Andromeda understood the full extent of the decision she made.

[Andromeda Black]

Andromeda’s stomach clenched uncomfortably as Narcissa smiled at her, if it could really be considered a smile which she really doubted. The other girl’s disgust was quite evident and it almost made her want to turn around and run away. Andy wouldn’t allow her sister the satisfaction though, she had been living with cruel looks for a long enough time to not let it faze her and Narcissa was far less intimidating that Bellatrix was at least.

Dark brown eyes followed the hand of her sister into her robes where it remained and Andromeda almost knew what it was gripping. The tension in the air was unmistakable. Being alone with an armed and angry Black was never wise. Breaking the focus on her pocket she glanced around realizing that they were, in fact alone. Suddenly this freedom she had previously been enjoying so much wasn’t nearly as welcome anymore and she mentally chided herself for allowing herself to become so vunerable. She would have to keep this in mind in the future.

Her own hand followed the example though and went to the pocket that her own wand was hidden. Feeling the slender piece of wood comforted her slightly. In a duel she knew she could hold her own well enough, but she had a distinct hunch that rules of engagement wouldn’t be observed if the duo got to that extreme. She couldn’t very well run to a professor to rat out her own sister either, she’d basically be asking to be murdered in her own bed. Sharing a dorm with Bella, she knew it was all too possible.

“My only mistake it seems, Cissy,” Andromeda began returning the younger girl’s smirk with a genuine smile of her own, her voice crisp, clear, and proper, betraying none of her inner turmoil. “Was concealing my opinions for so long.”

It wasn’t exactly the smartest thing to say, she knew. She was only fueling the fire and yet, she felt as if she had been possessed by some strange element of foolhardy Gryffindor courage, how absolutely humiliating and horrifying.

[Bellatrix Black]

“Do you know, dear sister… the fatal mistake you have made?”

Bellatrix looked up from the ground she’d been staring at. The shadows that the trees of the Forbidden Forest cast long shadows that appeared almost black against the dark green of the grass. Those shadows were almost the exact color of Bella’s hair, floating around in strands, a result from the slight breeze floating by. It was almost a perfect camouflage for her. Not that she was planning that, when she came out here. She’d merely been looking for some peace and quiet. There was no such thing when one shared a dorm with several other teenage girls. The common room, albeit more quiet, was not a good option either. There were still a great number of people there, whispering. That whispering could drive her crazy.

So, she came out the Forbidden Forest instead. There was a mystery about this place, and a poetry. That made it Bellatrix’s favorite place on the whole of Hogwarts grounds. You wouldn’t run into any mudbloods here. They were all too afraid, of course. Bellatrix knew the Forest wouldn’t reach out and snap her up, and that she could easily get out of any situation thrown at her. She had training and knowledge that most the other Hogwarts students had only learned briefly about known as the Dark Arts. It wasn’t something to be afraid of, it was a gift. One that she was very happy to have.

She stood with one leg bent at the knee and her foot flat against the tree behind her. Her arms were crossed over her chest. Bellatrix was not wearing her uniform, due to the chill of the fall. Instead, she wore long black pants. She’d always loved those pants, and she was not one for showing emotion over clothes like, say, Narcissa. They flaunted her height. A white, button up shirt was over a black bra. It was a simple clothing choice, but a comfortable one. Her head was no longer bent down in thought, but cocked in curiosity. There stood Narcissa and… her other sister. Not ten feet from each other. She watched Narcissa finger her wand. Bellatrix shook her head. Narcissa, always so fast to get into a fight that could be over so quickly if she didn’t give her opponent a chance to grab her wand too. It was too late for that though.

“My only mistake it seems, Cissy, was concealing my opinions for so long.”

“My my,” Bellatrix said from their left, walking up the slight slope toward the two girls. “Someone’s been working on her fightin’ words.” The girl walked to join Narcissa by her side. Bellatrix lay a hand over Narcissa’s hand, though it was in her pocket, signaling her to leave her wand be for the time being. “Why, hello Andy.” Bellatrix said with a smile that almost mirrored Narcissa. Sometimes it was hard to believe they were sisters, but side by side with an identical smirk on their face… there was no question.

[Narcissa Black]

The tension in the air was great, and Narcissa thrived off it. She adored the adrenaline, the sense of fear in someone’s eyes, and the teasing taste of revenge lingering by her lips. Andromeda appeared to be standing her ground, though Narcissa noticed she looked as though she was becoming increasingly more uncomfortable.

“My only mistake it seems, Cissy, was concealing my opinions for so long.”

Narcissa felt as though she was bathing in her sister’s ignorance – drowning, even. This was understandable, however. Surely someone dim enough to abandon their pureblood family (especially the Black family) could be expected to behave as though their head is hollow. Narcissa couldn’t do anything but laugh at her sister’s reply. It seems the opposite of what Andromeda had done would have been the better decision.

1) Confess to your bloodtraitor ways, and be brutally murdered by any member of your “family”,
or,
2) Conceal your opinions and save your life.

Before Narcissa could even open her mouth to reply, she was surprised by the arrival of Bellatrix. This was all too perfect.

“My my, someone’s been working on her fightin’ words.”

She could feel Bella lay a hand across her own. Though no words were spoken, Narcissa understood what her sister was saying, and she reluctantly complied. She would have much rather toyed with her wand, and continue to play with Andromeda. Half the fun was watching your opponent shake. Her hand slipped out of her pocket, leaving her would within the hold of the fabric.

“Why, hello Andy.”

“Charming,” Narcissa began, “it’s a fucking family reunion. And oh, how we’ve missed you Andromeda.”

[Andromeda Black]

“My my, someone’s been working on her fightin’ words.”

"Bella," she replied with a curt nod to her sister. It made Andy's stomach churn even more to hear the voice of her other sister and her eyes met Bellatrix's as she moved to stand next to Narcissa, putting her hand over the other girl's concealed one and she moved the hand from her robes (Andy did too but more carefully). Well, at least there was that measure of comfort- for now at least, Andromeda doubted it would last for very long and she knew for a fact that when confronted with the wands of her sister she wouldn't be able to defend herself for long.

She was good but she wasn't a damn miracle worker.

“Charming, it’s a fucking family reunion. And oh, how we’ve missed you Andromeda.”

That was certainly a nice sentiment and every bit of Andromeda wished it hadn't been meant so sarcastically, that it had actually been truthful. She wasn't delusional, that hope had long since dissappated into something that was more of surprise that neither of them ever through a curse at her while her back was turned.

"What brings my lovely sisters out of the dungeons on an equally lovely day such as this one?" she as asked with a small smirk-like smile, as if it were merely a happy thing that they were all three alone and she was the odd one out. She knew she shouldn't be asking for it, giving them a reason to pull their wands, but she wouldn't cower in front of them either.

[Bellatrix Black]

From the moment that Andy had made her stray from the family known, Bellatrix knew that she would be the newest black sheep of the family. Of course she would; she’d turned her back on centuries of pure blood and truest kinds of wizards and witches, and why had she done that? To get some lays from a horrible little mudblood. Andy hadn’t always been like Narcissa and Bellatrix, but Bellatrix had never expected this. Narcissa was vastly different from herself, but they were still acceptable people. Andromeda, on the other hand… was scum.

“Yes, we have missed you.” Bellatrix said. A smirk of her own was starting to form on Bella’s face. The one she’d developed when she was three. The one that could send a Hufflepuff running.
“Don’t try to be brave, Andromeda,” Bellatrix snarled this time, no longer holding back her faux calm demeanor. “I’ve been thinking about you for a long time.” She said, still snarling and advancing toward her menacingly. “You remind me a lot of Sirius, for the most obvious reasons. Though Sirius has an idiotic band of followers at his side.” She scoffed. “Not that that matters…”

Bellatrix gestured behind her, to her sister. “We have our family, friends and eons of pure blood on our side.” She advanced steadily toward Andromeda, until she was a foot in front of her. Her face lost its charm and grace. Most of the time, one would look at Bellatrix and see a pretty face and cold eyes. Now though, now she looked like the descendant of a snake. Her eyes narrowed, her chin tucked, and her mouth almost baring teeth. It was the look of someone with something to settle, of someone who had been severely wronged in the past.
Oh, how Bellatrix had been dying to have this conversation.

“But what does Andy have?” Now Bellatrix smirked, ready to tear into her prey. “Still scaring away members of the other house because of the emblem on your robes, yet shunned by members of her own house because of the filth that you truly are.” Bellatrix moved to Andy’s side, surveying her, weighing the chances of her winning a duel between them. “All you have, little sister, is the infatuation of a foul mudblood.”
She smirked back at Narcissa for a moment before turning back to Andromeda, bloodthirsty once again.

“I certainly hope you’re happy with what you’ve got.”