Kitten is little

I hope and hope you have like five more chapters of Queen‘s Obsession

I know sometimes it doesn’t send out notifications but I published a chapter for adviser early yesterday if any of you missed it! Hope you enjoy!

College has been beating me up so sorry for the lack updates. Three classes about anatomy and medicine and stuff plus an English class has wiped me out. I’m mostly just writing for fun rn but I will update my older stories when I have ideas! Nothing is being abandoned! I promise 

Are you ever gonna update caste to class

I’ve decided I want to write both ideas! So here’s the continuation of Narcissa being little!
          
          Siri…how she missed him. She should send him a reply soon, he seemed concerned about her sudden disappearance. Narcissa was 25 though, there was no reason for anyone to be so distraught about her being a hermit.
          
          Narcissa shakes her head, sinking down into her chair. Grandfather would have laughed if he had seen her there. Her head in her hands at the desk as she curses the family name. Not that he knew, being abroad kept him quite busy.
          
          Narcissa’s fingers find the drawer she stashed the letters in, digging them out as she presses her lips together. Her fingers fumble as she pulls out one at random, ripping the seal off without even looking.
          
          ‘Narcissa.
          
          Reply. Now.
          
          ~Bellatrix’
          
          All manners seemed to have been forgotten in the letter but Narcissa wasn’t surprised in the slightest. Bellatrix was never patient. When she wanted something done, it got done.
          
          “Not in charge of me,” Narcissa muttered petulantly, shaking her head as she realizes how stupid that sounded. The letter somehow ends up in the fire as she digs out another one.
          
          The parchment is thicker and she doesn’t even have to read it to know what it was. She had buried it in the bottom of the drawer for a reason. Her stupid classification results. A stupid  mandatory test that she wished to just forget existed. 
          
          Little. The word had spat in her face, made her feel sick to her stomach. She was not…she couldn’t be a little. 
          

Aren't you going to do the twilight one anymore?

Another excerpt 
          
          “I think you get hexed anyways considering Bellatrix’s…eccentricness,” I say as I tilt my head slightly, my nose crinkling as I remember how she was.
          
          “You’re still scared of her,” Andromeda rolls her eyes.
          
          “I am not!” I argue as I puff out my cheeks.
          
          “You are so! Ever since you were a little firstie who got a lecture for sneaking out, you’ve been scared of her! She can’t take points from you now, she’s not a prefect and you’re not a student,” Andromeda teases.
          
          “I have work to do! Go bully someone else,” I say as I get up, going to leave.
          
          “Oh don’t be so huffy,” Andromeda calls after me. I huff as I continue walking, tucking my wand up my sleeve. I always kept it there, it made it easier to summon things when I needed them. 
          
          I maybe should have paid more attention to where I was going though, bumping into someone. I freeze, immediately feeling bad even though I hadn’t really done any damage or even seemed to disturb the woman slightly.
          
          “Are you alright Juliet?” The woman’s voice snaps me out of my thoughts, making me lift my head up. Narcissa Black! Oh, now this was even work.
          
          “Cissa…I mean Narcissa, I’m alright,” I say, smiling slightly. I had to look slightly up to meet her gaze which was weird. I normally only had to do that with Andromeda since I was 5’8”. Narcissa’s eyebrows narrow slightly, making me wince nervously.
          
          “You’ve been talking with my sister I see,” Narcissa says, her brows pinched with annoyance. I just nod, not wanting to get on her bad side. 
          
          “Where is she? I need to speak with her,” Narcissa asks, making me point to the break room door without another word.
          
          “Thank you love,” Narcissa says as she brushes past me, offering a rare smile before she heads straight to the break room. Leaving me free to internally freak out about being called love twice in one day!

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An excerpt for an OC who has Andromeda, Narcissa, and Bellatrix as caregivers. Had to trim some off because of the length and I’m not set on the name but here you go.
          
          
          
          “What brought you into today?” Andromeda asks, making me perk up since she gave me the most perfect opportunity ever.
          
          “Work,” I say, sticking my tongue out at her slightly. I see her brows raise in surprise before she laughs, amusement dancing in her eyes.
          
          “Always difficult, aren’t you?” Andromeda asks; shaking her head slightly as she looks at me. I nod, a small grin on my lips.
          
          “A consultation brought me in. If you must know,” I say as I pull my wand out of my hair, vanishing my bowl and leftovers. I pull out a chair, turning it around so I can sit in it and rest my head on the top of the back. I only worked consultations since I worked for magical diseases and their cures.
          
          “Is this the point where you want me to beg for answers?” Andromeda asks as she continues to eat, glancing up at me.
          
          “Well…yes,” I say after a moment, my brows pinching together. Obviously that’s what I wanted. 
          
          “Oh please Healer Juliet, please tell me what has brought you into work today,” Andromeda says as she puts her fork down in her bowl, clasping her hands together as she begs me slightly.
          
          “I’m on a consultation for an improved dragon ox cure,” I tell her proudly, perking up slightly. I loved working on things like this, it made a difference in the world.
          
          “Oh? Really…” Andromeda finds what I say interesting clearly as she tilts her head.
          
          “Mhmm,” I nod my head quickly, my hair slipping out of the clip that I was using and hitting me in the face. My hair clip slides off the table and hits the floor.
          
          “I’ll get it love,” Andromeda says as she bends down and gets it for me. I fluster under her words, my cheeks burning as I accept it back.
          

A little excerpt that I wrote for if Narcissa was a little. 
          
          
          
          Narcissa bites her thumbnail slightly, her attention on the parchment she was reading. Narcissa hated attending St. Mungo’s, she hated any clinical setting. She only attended because she liked knowing that she was in good health and wouldn’t keel over and she. Not something she thought would happen but paranoia was a major thing that kept her going.
          
          Most because her mother, Druella, often fretted she was sick when younger. She was convinced that little Narcissa would catch an illness and die. It was a strange fear, one Druella had never had with Bellatrix or Andromeda but Narcissa couldn’t pinpoint why. What made them so different?
          
          Narcissa shakes her head, wisps of white hair hitting her face as she walks down the corridor. All she wanted to do was go home now. Curl up in her study with a nice book and sleep in front of the fire.
          
          “Cissa?” Meda’s voice made her freeze midstep. No, not Med...Andromeda. Narcissa wasn’t a child, she shouldn’t use such childish nicknames.
          
          Narcissa turns, reluctantly and hesitantly, facing her sister. Wild dark curls framed Andromeda’s face, never pinned back like their mother so often demanded. Her dark brown eyes were soft and warm, showcasing light.
          
          “You haven’t returned my letters. Or Mother’s. Or Bella’s. Or well…anyone’s,” Andromeda starts to say. Concern radiates from her, as vivid as the sun. She reaches, half hoping and half dreading, to see what Narcissa’s reaction would be.
          
          And not for the first time, nor for the last, Narcissa Black turned tail and ran away.