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Like most children in the Wizarding World in the UK I anxiously awaited my letter to Hogwarts during the summer of the year I turned 11. It's not like it wouldn't come, I was a witch, a skilled underage one I may add, it's just that its a milestone we all await.
I had even more reason. As much as I adored my two little sisters , I found myself playing mummy far more often than a child should have to. Our mother couldn't be assed to take care of us- doing whatever it is elite pure blood ladies do- Id not know, though both elite and pureblood - I've never once been a lady. We had nannies of course , but the girls preferred their sissy Bella, and so mostly they just toddled behind me, with the nannies making sure no one got killed.
We got to Kings Cross on September 1 with all the rest. The girls were so excited because we Blacks, did not venture into muggle lands typically . Only when needed. The girls had never seen cars . They were fascinated by them. They kept running their hands down the sides of the shiny metal, peeking in people's windows. They wanted to know how they worked - no magic and all.
Id no idea honestly. I did have a boy playmate (I always had boy playmates ) who loved muggle cars. I know he'd told me something about horsepower engines whatever that was. I didn't care I just loved looking at his eyes while he talked excitedly.
"Well Andie. Inside that front part are tiny unicorns . No stop you can't. Don't try and open it. The unicorns run in a circle and their energy makes the car go. ..No it doesn't fly.... Well I'm not sure what happens when one of the unicorns dies. You're SO odd Andie."
Narcissa , tiny little cissy- didn't hardly listen she was too busy staring in the side mirror. She may have had the wrong name for a Black child but the name suited that girl for sure.
I remember laughing looking at them and that relief Id felt about being free of them turned to sadness . They were going to change so much while I was gone- especially Cissy. I was going to miss a lot. I loved them so much. I knew we'd always be the closest.
The Black sisters.
I was still naive and innocent then.
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