You were best friends with Bellatrix, and that came with a lot of things. Running in the halls, out on the fields, sneaking around the Hogwarts castle, into the Forbidden Forest, hours of detentions, whispered conversations, shared laughter, confessed secrets. You were best friends with Bellatrix, and that came with being close to her sisters. Well. With Andromeda, at least. Something about Narcissa made you miffed, and something about you made her irritated. Perhaps it was the way she held herself, like delicate yet hard porcelain, the way she disdained everyone’s existence. And perhaps it was the way you ran wild, your laughs free and movements unrestrained. It made her…uncomfortable. Yes, that was it. That was why her chest felt tight every time she saw you. Every interaction between you always ended in insults and seething breaths. Which is why it’s quite unfortunate that Bellatrix invited you to Black Manor.