Narcissa did not bother to announce her presense by knocking on the door. She barged into her sister's rooms. "Jarrod Avery must pay." The younger Black fell onto a chair while the door slammed behind her.
Narcissa smiled smuggly. "A slight contest then, no? Though we all know who will win." She winked at her sister then giggled. The younger Black stood behind, seeing their reflections. She pulled back the thick ebony locks, seeing into Bella's eyes via the mirror. "You will shine," she whispered eerily.
Bella looked back over her shoulder. "No, dearest. You are the one that shines. I simmer. We look opposite. You are pale moonlight and I am the dark night." She looked at the both of them. "Actually we look perfect."
"We are perfect, and damn the fool that thinks different." Which swerved Narcissa's thoughts to Avery again. That problem already solved, she felt the need to scheme.
"What shall we do to the Gryffindorks?" She moved away from her sister and sat once again.
Narcissa, with no doubt in her sister's skills, was skeptical on the outcome. "Will it not be obvious the culprits? We cannot afford to be accused if it is to include one, the other, or both together."
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"What shall we do to the Gryffindorks?" She moved away from her sister and sat once again.
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"I'll not settle for anything less than pain, humiliation or both."
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