With Love, || N.B.

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A/N: The Gossip Gang's back at it again

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Monday
5th September, 1994

Once again, rock music acted as an alarm clock. Narcissa's eyes opened slowly, heavy with the annoyance of the past few weeks. She rolled onto her back and pulled her pillow over her head-whether she was trying to suffocate herself or block out the noise was a mystery. She yanked the pillow down, frizzed hair falling over her face as she huffed. Begrudgingly, she climbed out of bed and pulled on her robe before slipping on a pair of satin slippers.

Squinting her eyes at the sight of the morning sun, she made her way down the creaking steps. Her eardrums felt as if they were about to explode as she neared the kitchen, the door wide open for the whole world to see.

"Merlin, could you two be any louder?" Narcissa huffed, walking into the kitchen to hear Sirius and Remus's obnoxious laughter. She walked over to the kettle that sat on the wood burning stove.

As she poured the water into her cup, Sirius grinned. "Yes, we can, in fact, get louder." And without hesitation, he moved to the record player across the room and turned up the dial.

Narcissa rolled her eyes, mouth open as she sighed and turned around. She sat down at the table, reaching for a slice of toast from the plate in front of her. As she spread jam on it, she kept her gaze down, focusing on the toast and avoiding eye contact with the two. "So," she finally said, "you two couldn't have had music this loud when you decided to share a room last night?" Narcissa finally looked up at them as she took a bite of her toast, her eyebrows raised suggestively.

As Remus spit his tea back into the mug, Sirius looked completely unphased. "Nirvana doesn't set the mood, Narcissa."

"It is too early for this," Remus sighed, his head dropping into his hands. "God, please help me."

Narcissa groaned, staring at Sirius. "So play Frankie Valli or-just someone who can block out the noise while I try to fall asleep at nine o'clock at night!"

"Alright, fine!" Sirius bemoaned, throwing himself dramatically over the back of his chair before sitting up. He leaned forward, arms going out wide as he taunted her. "I'll give little Cissy whatever she wants because she's the little golden child of the family!"

Narcissa raised an eyebrow. "Wow, Sirius, I know you've been out of Azkaban for a while, but have you forgotten about Bella that quickly? She signed up to be the Dark Lord's right-hand-man the second she heard about his movement."

"Still wish I was able to convince Regulus," Sirius sighed. "Out of the three who weren't disowned, I think you were the only one who didn't fall prey." Sirius sat back, his feet coming up to rest on the chair opposite of him.

Narcissa stared blankly at him, her eyes briefly scanning the room before narrowing slightly and looking at Sirius. "Do-do you even know who my husband is, Sirius?"

"Fell prey to their beliefs, I mean," Sirius corrected himself.

As Remus sat on the left side of the table, Narcissa at the head, and Sirius on the right, he quickly opened that morning's copy of the Daily Prophet and sighed. "Oh boy," he muttered under his breath, eyes focused on the paper. "It's not even ten in the morning."

Narcissa took another bite of toast, her finger resting on her lips as she chewed before leaning toward Sirius. "You're aware that I was forced to marry him, right?"

Sirius groaned and sat up. "Okay, okay," he said, and his hands went up in defence before he dropped them. "Out of the three of you, you were the only one to turn out morally okay."