Narcissa lay in her cradle, sucking on her fingers and looking around with wide-eyed curiosity at the whole of the Black family, which was crowded around her, cooing over the new baby. The only Blacks who weren't crowding around her cradle, eagerly admiring the new addition to the family tree, were Bellatrix and Andromeda, who were both banished to the far side of the room so they didn't take any attention away from their baby sister.
Druella seemed infinitely pleased with her new daughter. She glowed with every compliment given, and was constantly stroking the tiny creature's oddly pale hair, as though it were the most precious thing in the world. Cygnus, by her side, looked more than a little bored with the whole event, and he seemed, to Andromeda and Bellatrix at least, to be trying his best to look anywhere but at the baby herself.
"Isn't she just the loveliest thing?" Aunt Walburga sang in a horrible baby voice as she leaned over the cradle. "You must be so proud to finally be having such a pretty daughter."
Bellatrix and Andromeda exchanged disgusted glances.
"Thank you, darling," said Druella, stroking Narcissa's forehead and looking proud. Cygnus stood at his wife's side, his smile a tiny bit forced.
Aunt Walburga leaned down over the baby, and then stood up quickly with a shriek.
"What's wrong?" asked Druella.
As if in answer, baby Narcissa let out a little giggle and waved her hand through the air. A little shower of ice blue sparks popped from her fingers, like a tiny display of fireworks, and she giggled again.
Druella let out a tiny gasp, and swelled with pride. "Look at my baby!" she squealed, in almost as gratingly childish a voice as Narcissa's own. "Barely a month old and already doing magic!" She all but clapped her hands together in glee. "She's going to be a great witch, I can feel it!"
"Not bloody likely," Bellatrix whispered in Andromeda's ear.