It was near the end of the summer by the time Cygnus Black visited his sister alongside his wife and two youngest daughters. The siblings were pleased to be reunited as both were keen to talk about the recent events and in particular what the Dark Lord had been up to. Neither Narcissa or Cassiopeia wanted to be there, they found the dinners at their aunt and uncle's house to be dull.
Regulus was sat at the table while Sirius was nowhere to be seen, most likely hidden away in his bedroom. Narcissa sat down beside their cousin while Cassiopeia loitered near the door. She glanced over at her parents who were far too busy to notice what their children were up to and took this as her chance to escape the room and go upstairs.
She was hesitant as she stopped in the doorway to the small room. She slowly tiptoed in, even though neither her parents or aunt and uncle would be angry with her being there. She felt as though she shouldn't be. It was as though she was almost trespassing.
Her hand reached out to trace the name as she stared at the burn mark. She wondered what had happened to Andromeda Black or hopefully Andromeda Tonks. She had not heard from her sister since she watched her apparate away and no one had told her about what had happened to her forgotten sister since. For all she knew, her sister could be dead. She may as well be dead to the family. Yet, deep down, Cassiopeia hoped her sister was happy. That Andromeda had made the right choice by betraying her family and stealing away in the middle of the night.
She stepped back as she glanced over at the rest of the tapestry. What would come of Cassiopeia Black she wondered.
Footsteps could be heard coming up the stairs and then Regulus appeared in the doorway. He had grown a few inches over the summer so easily towered over his cousin but she was not intimidated by the younger boy, "What are you doing?"
"Nothing," Cassiopeia replied as she began to make her way out of the room. Her cheeks were flushed as she felt embarrassed as though he had caught her doing something she shouldn't.
Regulus eyes flitted between his cousin and the tapestry, and then his voice cut through her as he asked, "Do you miss her?"
Cassiopeia stopped abruptly, unsure as to why he was asking, "I haven't the faintest idea of who you are talking about."