This was written because I cannot resist writing about my OTP. This is going to be a 10-shot collection based on the set of prompts given for the Battleships Challenge in Diagon Alley II. My established head canon for their births (important to gauge ages) is as follows:

Bellatrix: March 1954
Lucius: October 1954
Andromeda: August 1955
Narcissa: April 1958

This is the only thing I know of that was unintentionally formed but intentionally kept. I latched onto these birthdays well before all the extra trivia info was published. It does not alter any other canonical event or plot-line. This is a companion collection to A Court of Three Sisters.

Dates added for orientation.

Summer, 1961

Lucius plopped himself onto the floor in his playroom, unloading his action figures of the Wimbourne Wasp Quidditch team out in front of him. He could hear Mother talking to Mrs. Black in the drawing room. He wished that they would hurry up and stop chatting so that Mrs. Black could take Bella away. Lucius didn't like Bella at all. Girls were supposed to be pretty and quiet and follow the rules. Bella Black wasn't like that. Bella Black was loud and bossy and mean. When he told her that, she had gotten mad and shoved him. And, well, he had shoved her back.

Mother hadn't approved of that at all.

That was why he was hiding out in his playroom, sulking, staying as far away from Bella as possible. He didn't understand why Mother had to invite Bella all the time, anyway. He would much rather play with Norman Crabbe, who was lots of fun, or Acanthus Yaxley, who was cool. Bella Black was just a stupid girl who thought she could make the rules because she was seven!

"What're you doing?" a little voice sang above him. Lucius look up into a round pair of blue eyes.

Standing over him, in a frilly, pink dress, was a little girl. She was smiling at him toothily. There was a pink butterfly clip in her blonde hair that fluttered its wings every time she moved.

"I'm playing," he told her curtly, wishing she would leave.

"What're you playing?" She crouched down beside him and reached for one of his models, Ezekiel Sykes, and the whole team staggered backwards away from her fingers. He swatted her hand.

"No! That's mine!"

She pouted.

"But I want to play, too."

"Go play by yourself," he told her roughly, pointing to the farthest corner of the room. "Over there, away from me." And thinking the matter closed, he turned his back to her. He didn't want to play with her, or Bella, or the other Black girl, either. Why couldn't Mrs. Black just pick up Bella and leave? Why did she have to bring over all the Black girls and talk with his mother?

A hand snaked out from around him, making to grab the closest Quidditch player. Stubby fingers wrapped around the head of the captain, Ezekiel Sykes, plucking him up off the floor as the rest of the team cowered behind Lucius's body. Lucius flew to his feet and snatched Sykes back.

"Stop!"

There was silence as Lucius stared her down, looking murderous.

Then the little girl burst into tears and tore away to the door.

Lucius began to panic. Why was she crying? All because he didn't want to share his Quidditch players with her? He rushed forwards and blocked her path, shushing her and trying to get her to stop crying. If his mother found him here with yet another crying girl, then he would be in really big trouble, and he didn't want that. He could still remember, quite clearly, the scolding he got the last time a Black girl started crying.

And he didn't want her to cry – not really. Her lips were all puckered up and she looked really upset. He didn't think this was like when Bella cried last time; he was sure Bella had cried on purpose to get him in trouble. But this one…well, it sure looked like her feelings had been hurt, and it was all his fault.

It wasn't a very nice feeling to have.

He cast a forlorn glance down at his Sykes model. Though Sykes was shaking his head back and forth, Lucius pressed him into the girl's hand. She stopped wailing but continued to sniff and hiccough as she inspected the figure. Lucius waited anxiously, hoping it was enough. He had five more Wasp players, and the whole set of the Falmouth Falcons, if it meant she would stop crying!

The little girl looked up at him. Though there were silver stains on her cheeks and her blue eyes were all shiny with tears, she smiled at him. Lucius swallowed. Was that it, then? Did that mean she forgave him? Would she not tell Mrs. Black or Mother about what had happened?

"Thank you," she said and, rising onto her tiptoes, kissed his cheek.

Lucius blinked. It was wet and cool from where her lashes batted against his cheek, but he felt his face growing warm. He backed away from her, almost stepping on the rest of the Wasps, rubbing viciously at the spot. He glowered at her, but she didn't even seem to notice. She pranced out of the room, giggling and talking with Sykes, who was flailing his arms helplessly in her fist.

Lucius looked down at the rest of his models, who had taken refuge under the little, wooden table. They looked like a much smaller collection now their captain was missing. He scowled.

Girls, he concluded, were a lot more trouble than they were worth.

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