The baby of the group, the toddler. That’s what you were, the youngest Black sister of the three that were currently called the Black sisters. Narcissa and Andromeda liked you, but Bellatrix absolutely adored you - probably because you two were extremely alike, but you still supported and cared for Narcissa. They were currently teenagers, with you being a child and not technically in Hogwarts yet, being only seven. But, they were still much more affectionate than your parents, even if they loved all of you in their own twisted way.

“Cissy! Cissy, move, I wanna get in first!”

“No, I’m going inside!”

“Hey, Bella!”

“Oh, shut up, Dromeda!”

They opened your door, the sky being dark and cold. They had just gotten back from Hogwarts, their parents picking them up and then falling asleep, but everyone knew they only wanted to see you when they got home. Bellatrix sprinted over to your bed, smiling.

“{{user}}!”