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❝ she's shagging a halfblood ❞
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𝓔𝓿𝓪𝓷𝓰𝓮𝓵𝓲𝓷𝓮'𝓼 𝓟𝓞𝓥
THURSDAY, OCTOBER 13th 1977

The whole house full of people seem to be in a particularly happy mood as we all prepare for the wedding today. I sit in my room which has become a dressing room for the bride and bridesmaids as we all get ready. Narcissa sits at my vanity, getting her hair all done up while Bellatrix and I get our make up done.

"Hey, ease up on the dark tones. She's an angel, not a vampire" Bellatrix snaps at the woman doing my makeup.

I give the woman an apologetic smile to which she smiles warmly, picking up a lighter coloured eye shadow palette.

"Relax, Trixie. You'd think this was your wedding all over again" I tell the woman jokingly and she scoffs.

"Luckily Aunt Walburga's little brat isn't here to ruin Cissy's wedding like he did mine" Bellatrix huffs.

"I don't think that was all Sirius' fault, Bella" Narcissa sighs.

"He dropped red wine down my white gown! I don't care if he tripped. He should have watched where he was bloody going" Bellatrix growls in anger.

"I remember, you were furious with him" I grimace at the memory.

"He's lucky I didn't hex him right there and then" Bellatrix retorts.

"Well, he's not here anymore. So we can move on" Narcissa buts in.

"You'll forever be too soft, sister" Bellatrix tells her little sister.

"And you'll forever be too harsh" Narcissa counters.

"Are you nervous, Cissy?" I ask, hopefully changing the subject.

"I don't think so" She shrugs "I've known Lucius for years now. What's there to be nervous of?"

"I don't know. I just assumed you'd have butterflies or you'd be little nervous as it's a big day for you" I explain and the blonde woman frowns.

"You read too many romance novels, Linnie. Head up in the clouds I tell you" Bellatrix says to me before looking at her sister "Trust me, Cissy, this is normal. I didn't feel any of that butterfly nonsense before marrying Rodolphus"

"Isn't it lonely?" I ask them curiously as the woman doing Narcissa's hair and the woman doing my make up swap places.

"Isn't what lonely?" Narcissa questions.

"Being wed to a man you don't love" I elaborate.

"Love isn't real" Bellatrix scoffs "Marriage is an economic proposition. It's about devoting yourself to a man who will support you financially and take you higher on the ladder of life. Marriage is simply a means to keeping our pureblood status and passing it onto our future children"

"That sounds awful, Trixie" I frown deeply.

"Don't listen to her" Narcissa tells me, sending her older sister a scolding look "Love exists, Angel, it's just not very common in pureblood marriages. But sometimes, if you're really lucky, you learn to love them and they learn to love you"