Birch awoke to the sound of her little brother, Rupert, running up and down the hall, making a lot of noise. She hated waking up annoyed, and this was no exception.Stupid brother.
She thought as she sat up in bed and rubbed her eyes. The clock beside her bed read 11:02. It was around her usual wake-up time, unless there was school. Narcissa's bedroom was dark, except for the bright light emanating from behind her window shades. She swung her feet out from under the covers so that they were hanging off the bed, and she placed them firmly on the area rug. She slowly stood up, her joints loosening from their night of stiffness. She walked over to her window and pushed a button which rolled up her shades, bright light suddenly flooding the room. Her eyes stung as her pupils dilated to reveal the weather.
"Snow." Narcissa breathed with distaste as she noticed flurries flying past her window. She hated snow, but she hated the cold even more. She walked to her closet to get dressed for the weather
, and she walked downstairs to leave the house.
"Where are you going?" Mrs. Scamander scolded as she saw Narcissa's gloved hand touch the front doorknob. Narcissa cursed inwardly as she turned to face her mother.
"I'm going downtown to go shopping."
"Who are you going with?"
"No one. I am going alone." Narcissa snapped. Her mother ALWAYS did this to her.
"When will you be back?"
"When I feel like it."
Narcissa's eyes were filled with rage, and she knew her words were spilling with venom.
"Oh, let her go, Minerva. It's not like she's leaving the Capitol." Mr. Scamander said to his wife, and Narcissa was grateful her father was so lenient with her. Narcissa opened the front door, and was greeted with the chill of the winter. The fur on her coat protected her neck from the chill, and she walked down the street to the mall, hoping to get some much needed retail therapy.