Narcissa was probably as insane as Bellatrix. Or maybe more so. It was honestly difficult to tell when she couldn't tell anyone the whole truth about why she questioned her sanity on a daily basis.

The truth was that she'd somehow become extremely close with a Gryffindor in her year. Alice Fortescue. It was absolutely impractical and stupid in every way because it went against all that she knew about being a Black.

First of all the whole drama between her cousins, Sirius and Regulus, had just increased tenfold and now the Black's had even more 'reason' to hate and increase their bigotry out into the Wizarding World.

Narcissa was just glad that her parents were too busy with that than to be thinking or focusing on the fact that she was almost eighteen and would be coming of age to marry some other rich Pureblooded wizard.

Speaking of which Narcissa was currently pacing up and down an abandoned corridor with Alice sat on a stone windowsill. She was ranting her head off and it was a slight wonder at how the Gryffindor hadn't gotten sick of it and left.

The reason for her rant? Lucius. The pig headed Slytherin that had finished a year before her and was already bugging her about marriage as if Narcissa would ever willingly marry someone like him.

"Ugh! I can't believe he thinks I'll just melt at his feet or something!" Narcissa exclaimed frustratedly as she looked over at Alice. She was glad to have a friend like her, Alice always made her feel safer and calmer than anyone else, even if it went against everything she'd been brought up to think.