𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙵𝚘𝚛𝚐𝚘𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚗|| James Potter

13.

Narcissa has always been the definition of beautiful. Out of all the four sisters she looks the most like their mother, unlike Bellatrix and Andromeda who have very little of their mothers looks.

Rhea has always been told she was the perfect mix of both her parents. Her mothers blonde hair, her fathers curls, mothers nose, fathers eyes, her mothers lips and her fathers cheekbones.

Yet looking at Narcissa now, Rhea can't decide whether she looks like their mother or father.

Wrapped in a pink silk night robe, she sits in front of the mirror making sure everyone of her ringlets the elves did before are completely perfect.

The ringlets make her look like their father more than ever before. Narcissa tugs at the two front ones before Rhea stands to help her. Lightly slapping Narcissa's hands away from her hair, "Leave them before you ruin them."

"Sorry," Narcissa smiles sheepishly in the mirror. "I'm just nervous."

"We can run if you want, Bella will even help us, we could leave Lucius at the altar."

"Rhea! I still want to marry Lucius, it's just nerve wrecking all the people out there. I hardly know any of them."

Of course she doesn't want to run from the peacock. A girl can dream.

Slightly disappointed that she wasn't going to witness Lucius Malfoy's embarrassment today, Rhea stands in front of her sister brushing her curls back. She reaches behind herself to grab the silver clip from its case.

Rhea gently tugs a side piece of hair and pulls it to the back so she can slide the clip in.

"Ahh." Rhea tucks the curl behind her sister's ear. "Perfect."

Every woman born into the Black family wears the exact clip for their wedding. It shows the family approval of the marriage and are happy to give them over to their husbands. As absurd as it sounds, Rhea doesn't know one witch in the family (who had a marriage the Black family approved of) not to wear it up to date.

Bellatrix even wore it, though she had caused a fuss beforehand claiming she didn't approve of the marriage so not the whole Black family accepted the marriage.

Rhea isn't quite sure she liked the tradition. It feels wrong and if she is being honest, it's stupid.

"Cissy?" Rhea cautiously starts. Narcissa only made a quiet noise for her to carry on. "Have you spoken to Andy since she got disowned?"

Narcissa's eyes widen, she gapes at her younger sister, looking around the room as though someone is going to come in and torture Rhea for speaking Andromeda's name.

"No, I haven't." Narcissa snaps sharply. "I sure hope you haven't either," she whispers furiously.

"Don't you ever get tired."

When Rhea is met with silence she carries on. "Why dwell on something that makes Andy happy. Ted makes her happy Cissy. Like Lucius makes you, Merlin knows how but he does. Why can't you be happy for her? We're sisters. Always have been."

Narcissa stares at Rhea through the mirror with a look on her face Rhea can't quite understand. She wonders whether Narcissa truly cares, Bellatrix never has. Maybe Cissy doesn't either, maybe out of all of them Rhea is the only one who does. It wouldn't surprise her, Narcissa is practically their mothers double.

A clap of hands startle them both from the door. "Are you nearl– are you both okay?"

Looking over to her uncle Alphard who looks heavily concerned while glancing between the two sister's, Rhea ducks her head, willing herself to put her smile back in place.