Black's House for Little Witches

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A/N: Hello I am back with another chapter. I'm playing with the rules of magic in this one, but just roll with it. 

A quick translation according to google: 'Tu es toujours en pyjama, chérie. Sois patiente, ou tu n'auras pas de souvenir, petite fille' - 'You're still in your pajamas, darling. Be patient, or you won't have a memory, little girl'

Hope you read and enjoy! :)

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Hermione had woken early Friday morning. Too early to be awake. The sun hadn't even risen. She had intended to go back to sleep, but then she remembered that they were going to the zoo later that day. She couldn't get herself to fall back asleep after that. Instead, she got up and played with her teddy and kitten plush. Quietly, so that she didn't wake the others, but she still cast the animation charm on them.

She'd accidentally fallen asleep on the floor at some point, and blearily blinked her eyes open again as footsteps thundered down the hallway.

She heard a voice further down the hall call out in gentle, firm warning, "Andromeda Black, do not wake her."

Andy whined from outside her door. "But Cissy, we gotta go."

"It is not time yet, ma coeur," Narcissa calmly replied, much closer than she had been a moment before. "Tu es toujours en pyjama, chérie. Sois patiente, ou tu n'auras pas de souvenir, petite fille," she added as Andromeda whined again.

Hermione could understand the gist of the woman's words even if her French was limited. She hoped that she could get a souvenir, too, if she was good. Even if she had to pay for it herself. It was also probably best to change out of her pajamas before going downstairs.

If Andy and Narcissa were up, it must have been an appropriate time of morning to get up. She dragged herself up off the floor, stretching her limbs as she did so. She picked up her stuffed animals, set them on the bed, and then carefully tucked them in as she made her bed. Bellatrix had been right that day in Diagon; Narcissa held an incredibly strict standard of what was a properly made bed.

Hermione got dressed, jeans and a light jumper over a shirt, with her good trainers for walking, and brushed her hair. She did her best to tie it back so it wouldn't be in the way. She hadn't quite yet mastered the spells Bellatrix had shown her, but it was nice to have some semblance of control over the mass that was her hair. Once she was ready, she made her way downstairs.

She checked the parlor first since it was on her way to the dining room. Narcissa sat on the couch reading, and Andromeda was sprawled out on the floor by her feet, quietly drawing in a sketchbook. She was dressed similarly to Hermione, though she wore a flannel shirt instead of a jumper, so Narcissa must have taken her to get dressed after they walked away from her door. Hermione felt a small pang of longing. She wasn't quite sure where it came from, but the idea of having one of the women help her really did sound nice.

She shook head to push the thought away and then quietly said, "Good morning."

Narcissa glanced up, and then she immediately sent a warm smile in Hermione's direction. "Good morning, darling. Did you sleep well?"

Hermione nodded and tried to keep from blushing too much. She didn't want to mention how she'd fallen asleep on the floor.

"Good, good. Why don't we go sit down for breakfast? Then we can get ready to go. Sirius and the boys should be joining us shortly."

Andromeda scrambled from the floor and ran out of the parlor, ignoring Narcissa's scolding about running inside. Well, running might have been a loose term. Something seemed to keep her from moving too fast, but Hermione wasn't sure what.