Feel Anything At All

As soon as the vile word crawls out of Narcissa's mouth, Lily spins around, plummeting her closed fist into the other girl's cheek. Gasps and hoots of approval erupt from the fifth year students hanging over the Astronomy's staircase. A gleam of dark red blood pools into the corner of Narcissa's alabaster-pale mouth. /Pre-series. Femslash. Minishot.