Narcissa was exhausted. She hadnāt slept at all, instead she had laid in her bed, staring at the ceiling, feeling too numb to cry but too restless to stay in bed. So eventually, when it was finally light out, she had gone for a run. It had helped a bit, and when she returned home, she showered and collapsed into her bed, finally falling asleep. For a little while. But when she woke up, it was the afternoon and she couldnāt help but feel more tired than she had been before she fell asleep, and she was out of coffee and didnāt feel like dealing with the grocery stores, so she got dressed and headed down the street to her favorite coffee shop.
It still felt weird. Like James was about to send her a text to go meet him for coffee or just checking in on her. But she was never going to see him again. The funeral was on Saturday, and it still didnāt feel real. It shouldnāt be real. But it was. And she just...had to learn to deal with it, despite the fact that the thought killed her. Pulling open the door to the coffee shop, she walked in and got into line. She looked down at her phone, ignoring the million notifications, and when she looked up, she was face to face with her eldest sister. Her encounter with Andromeda fresh in her mind, she sighed.
āBellatrix,ā She said, her voice emotionless.Ā āIām not in the mood. Just go.ā
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