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the black sisters + onomastics.
The Library || Closed
Benjy Fenwick was a fairly special person in Andromedaâs life. Irreplaceable in a sudden way thatâd only grown further so over the summer. There was a lack of pressure in their friendship, an ease, a trust. The icy brunette warmed around him, falling almost into the line of affection. So there she sat a calendar laid out with plans for Charms club utterly blank. Everything in her mind repeating the exact sentiment. Her forehead for the last several minutes laid against his shoulder eyes blankly looking at his arm. Blank, blank, blank. Andromeda hated the word.Â
âItâs finally happened, idiocracy has poisoned my mind. I should have quarantined myself when I had the chance.â She all but wailed quietly, not at all dramatically in her mind. âI canât think of a single plan for the club, the vultures will swoop in and I shall loose my rank.â Everything would fall to an utterly inferior level, hand holding and first year spells, wimping out at the more elusive spells the brunette pulled from decade and century old books from her familyâs private collection. Her Father would hear about it and Bella would be disappointed. âEverything ruined.â
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...Ready for it? ||
lily-evans-wil:
Lily had to put a bit of effort into not chuckling at Andromedaâs retort, fully agreeing that firewhiskey would likely be out of character for her. The scotch, however, Lily could understand. If only Andromeda hadnât felt the need to specify, Lily might have been able to let this slide without much of a conversation. As far as Slytherins went, it could very well have been that Andromeda was her favorite. Although it felt her fellow seventh year could come off as being short with her at times, Lily always found her to be reliable. If it had been any one of the multitude of Slytherins who had given her a hard time over the years, this would have played out rather differently.Â
âAs much as I love to hear about Charms meetings, Iâm more concerned about students thinking itâs okay to drink in the hallways.â As far as alcohol went, Lily was completely fine with whatever the older students wanted to do in their dormitories, as long as they werenât too young. Where the rules needed to be enforced were the areas that were under the scrutiny of Professors. âThe reason being itâs the first day on the job and I need to start off on a good note.â Lily lightly tapped the badge on her chest, bringing attention to her new title. It was not in a way which she wanted to show off, just something to justify her actions.
"Weâre outside, hardly qualifies as a hallway.â The heiress replied simply not even batting an eyelash. It was a skill of her family to be able to talk around most anything. Sometimes a name wasnât enough and Andromeda was in a strange way slightly fond of Lily. She was smart, and well aware of it, which she admired. Her eyes fell down to the badge in question glinting slightly in the light. âThat is a rather reasonable request.â She agreed raising the flask to her lips once more. It wasnât that she disrespected the red head, it was simply she knew her placing and most importantly was truly in need of a stiff drink.Â
âI find recently that much of what one does, does not count so long as the proper people are not present.â Yet never to the extent she had now, once itâd been a flagrant disregard. Now it was about keeping a hold of something she was not permitted to have, a new concept for her. Suddenly feeling in a sharing mood, and to show that whatever discussion this was, was unlikely to end soon, the Andromeda moved down the bench offering her a seat. âI donât suppose youâve ever been in a difficult position where something you want is out of your reach. I am not a fan of this sudden position.â Sheâd never wanted for anything in her life, money and influence had a funny way of doing that.
No Comfort in the Waiting Room || Open Starter
jamesprongsy:
James crossed his arms over his chest, both as a comfort and also to prevent himself from continuing to play with his hair. He had heard about the multiple attacks the Death Eaters had carried out earlier this summer. Remus and Sirius had both been out during the attacks. Everyone seemed extra nervous since that day, realizing that there was an actual threat and not just rumors. James was glad his father hadnât been at St. Mungos that day, but he could tell during his visit how many people were still suffering from the attack. âI think Sirius is the better joke-teller of the family,â he noted.
He had to kind of admire Andromeda for volunteering at St. Mungos. He couldnât help but wear an impressed smile. He didnât think many Pureblood families, especially anyone from the Black family. Maybe there truly was some good in everyone. At the mention of Sirius tarnishing the Black family reputation, he couldnât help but smirk a little. âOh believe me, I will tell him.â He looked around for a moment and then back at her. "How have things been at the hospital, since the attack?â he questioned softly.
Andromeda had to make peace at this point with the fact that bar her tackling the boy and ripping the brush through his head herself it wasnât about to happen. So with a roll of her eyes she tossed it back into her bag knowing that once she entered the Hospital sheâd be reorganizing her bag and putting it back into itâs designated space. âIâm sure he likes to think so.â She replied reflecting on her ridiculous cousin and his horrid sense of humor, even if it did consistently pull a smile from her stoic features.Â
At the smile Andromeda couldnât help but preen on the inside of her head. Typically she was one to reply to a remark with a statement on her generosity or brilliance being obvious and hardly needing of an sort of comment. It didnât do one any favors to waste time on the obvious. As he promised to relay the message however she couldnât help a little smirk of her own. In a twisted sense despite her lingering anger she was somewhat proud of his decision if not still hurt of the lack of goodbye or warning. âIâm sure heâll be happy to hear heâs capable of assisting me despite being for all purposes dead to society. A sort of post-mortem gift.âÂ
The next question threw her off guard slightly, although reflecting on it, it was to be expected. St. Mungos was more than just a safe haven for her, it was an important asset to society. If James Potter was lingering outside as well, he probably had something or someone in there. âThe potions and ingredients are all lost, a man was killed, more will likely die due to the loss. Itâs been--- hectic. Iâm not supposed to be in today, but thereâs no longer a luxury to such a thing.â She still felt the guilt eating away at her, her place in the potions room as the attack happened, her sister coming to save her, right before the room was raided and destroyed. âShops all around shipped in everything they had, however the potions canât all be guaranteed to be on par with Hospital code. Thereâs a lot of weighing of importance going about, dire patients over ones with time. Sort of like an organ transplant list.â The brunette explained thoughtfully, she was a quiet person but healing was the sort of thing that could get her yammering away.
hp canon romances:Â ted tonks x andromeda black
She could feel a dreadful inevitability settle over her. For a moment, it made her wish she had never approached him. It felt like something had been set in motion â something inescapable. Like the arrows of a clock had started moving, suddenly.
And they were pointing straight at her.
AU: Sometimes a Family || Benjy & Andromeda || co-parents
AU: âŠis a blood traitor, her halfblood daughter, and the muggleborn she didnât marry.
AKA Ted was killed in the first war, and Benjy survived being held hostage. Both alone and with a lot they wouldnât deal with unless held accountable, they decide Benjy will move in, and theyâll co-parent one Nymphadora Tonks together.
Benjy didnât know what to do with babies. Heâd been five when his brothers were born which could truly go either way. Maybe he should have picked up a thing or two, but he, too, was only a child. It certainly wasnât doing him any good now. His brothers also hadnât been able to change their shape at will. That was far more manageable when he got to watch Andromeda and Ted handle it from amused distance. Now, it was technically part his responsibility, and he wasnât quite sure what to do with it.
Imitation was common in young kids. Words and actions, they took them on from those regularly in their lives. Heâd read about it. Heâd had to do a lot of reading about all of this. Nymphadoraâs had always gone to the next level, but this was truly another step. One moment, sheâd been happily talking to herself, and it took him a few seconds to realized sheâd stop, drawing his attention to her spot on the floor. She was staring at him intently, looking incredibly proud of herself, and it took him a second to place why, his stomach falling when he did.
She had somehow managed to get rid of her right hand, matching his arm for just a few seconds before it shifted back again, Nymphadora looking too pleased with herself all the while. He wasnât sure what to make of it as he stared right back at her. It was impressive recognition, but it served as an ever abrupt reminder. It had gone right back, but he worried it might not the next time. There were too many variables.
âAndromeda?â he said finally, unwilling to take his eyes off her for a second to actually go and get her. The sound of her heels tipped him off that she was likely coming, but he didnât check. âGo on. Show Mum what you just showed me.â
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Andromedaâs heels clicked against the hardwood as she followed Benjyâs voice into the room he and Nymphadora sat. Sheâd been in the kitchen glaring at a recipe as if her sheer force of mental will would make it any easier to decipher. Ted had done all the cooking. She wanted to know how to cook now even if Benjy filled in the places she needed. Still she all too gladly abandoned the task. Standing in the doorway she didnât say anything merely turning a raised brow in Benjyâs direction before he was addressing her daughter, the brunette catching on to what was about to happen.Â
Lately Dora had taken to shifting her shape, pushing past the color changing she had only done before. Her eyes focused on the little girl watching carefully for whatever change was about to occur when her hand slowly lost its form sinking into her body until she only had as much arm as her Godfather.
Andromedaâs lips parted as she tried to settle on what to say as the arm slowly slipped back into shape, as her features often did once she lost concentration. She could only see the back of Benjyâs head unable to read his feelings on the matter as she stepped forward plastering a grin on. âDora, how wonderful.â She bent down lifting her daughter up from the ground the familiar burst of warmth and affection flooding her that came from their proximity. âThat was an excellent copy of Uncle Benjy. I was unaware that youâd taken to changing your appendages now.â Andromeda had a slightly habit of speaking to her as if she were a full grown adult rather than the toddler. She looked over the top of Nymphadoraâs head shooting Benjy a look, a silent question if he were okay.Â
AU: Orionâs Hunting Dog [Death Eater!Sirius]
sirius-whoisleft:
Sirius refused to let the shock of recognition slip across his face. Her voice aimed straight for him, drowning out all other sounds on the street, even thought she hadnât spoken loudly. He couldnât even hear the wind rushing past him anymore. Only Andromeda, his once-cousin. The girl whoâd packed a trunk and pocketed her dignity and walked straight out of the family just a few years after Sirius had been metaphorically bound, gagged, and persuaded to do the opposite. Heâd gone all in. Sheâd gone all out. And now they were here, face to face, with Sirius holding his wand just as tightly as she was holding a baby.
Her baby, probably. My niece, Sirius thought to himself, though the phrase didnât quite fit.Â
Maybe because it was he hadnât deigned to think of Andromeda as family in a long time. Although more likely it was because heââthere was a pang of guilt, nowââhad forgotten she had a child at all. Heâd had a war on his plate, after all, and his flow of information was controlled by his parents. It wasnât like they were chatting about those whoâd rejected their familyâs legacy âround the dinner table.Â
âSurprised that thing is still alive,â Sirius said, in a stiff tone of voice. His jaw was clenched tightly. He was looking at the space between Andromedaâs eyebrows. He couldnât look at her. Couldnât look at the baby. âYou never learned how to take care of yourself without our help. Iâm frankly shocked youâre able to look after something else.âÂ
He wasnât trying too hard to be intimidating. Andromeda had never been intimidated by him, not for a moment, and he knew heâd just feel foolish if he tried and failed now. He was standing his ground though, every word landing with the sting of dogmatic conviction; not only was he being horribly mean, but he stood by every insult as he said it.
She hadnât expected to see him again, of course there would always be the possibility of it. The war was very real and the focus on her as an infamous blood traitor run off with a muggleborn as they liked to tell it was high. In actuality she left for herself, but that wasnât as romantic a story as those who gossip might like. He looked different yet very much the same, older but still with the straight backed tone sheâd abandoned him for. Andromeda supposed she looked quite different as well, she remained immaculately put together, hair braided back in an up-do and adorned with bits of gems, a polished blouse and heels. What changed was the wispy bits that fell from her braids, the studs her wore in favour of avoiding having her ear ripped off by her daughter and the well made trousers she wore that day. She felt as if she looked like a real Mother, a pureblood still, but one who doted on and spent time with their child outside of formal appearances.
At his comments rather than a flash of anger she might have felt in her youth the brunette felt only unbelievable amusement. A scoff ripped itself from her lips, a habit picked up from her Husband as her brows raised, a movement still completely Andromeda. âI find youâre forgetting who looked after Cis-- Narcissa and Regulus whilst you and Bellatrix were speeding ahead set on showing off.â She had needed him though, relied on him completely and utterly until sheâd been forced to grow independent by his turn.
âIâm surprised you still havenât rediscovered your backbone.â Andromeda sniped right back hip cocking slightly as she readjusted her hold on Nymphadora, she would be there a while. Her eyes were focused drinking him in, peering for the little bits of him that could remind her of before. Before he stopped being someone she could rely on, someone who she felt in step with when the rest of their life felt so outside of her minds understanding. Andromeda wondered if she could still make him cry, if when the days sheâd ignore him for upsetting her in their youth compared to her swift escape. Heâd loved her before, she wondered if he loved her now. If heâd move in front of her for protection as quickly as he had back in Hogwarts when Peeves would throw about messy pranks. If she tossed her child at him if heâd try to catch her, not that she was a terrible Mother. Dora had a habit of squirming so sheâd cast a light levitation spell on her out of paranoia. âI forgot how disappointed I feel when I look at you.â Andromeda confessed more somber brows furrowing, that ache hadnât faded.
...Ready for it? ||
When Lily assumed this year would be more of the same, it only took until the train ride back to Hogwarts to prove otherwise, and she had the flashy Heady Girl badge pinned proudly to her chest to blame for that. It wasnât simply being a prefect with a bit of extra work on the side, but a reputation and gravitas that accompanied the position, not to mention all the staring as well. Maybe she was imagining it, the horrified looks of some and the understanding head nods of others. Perhaps, nobody cared that she had worked hard for the title, earned it with years of diligent work and dedication, or that she was in fact not from a wizarding family. Maybe the concerns were only in her head, a manifestation of a lingering fear she could never shake.
Regardless, there was work to be done, and she would be sure of that. While Lily had hoped that her partner, as Head Boy, would effectively share this burden, she had yet to make out what she thought of Potter holding the role would mean. She tried not to think of it as she passed along information to prefects for the first years to know, or when she helped usher the new students into the sorting ceremony, or make sure they were making there way to the correct common rooms, but it was hard with him being practically everywhere. It wasnât until she wandering a fairly busy corridor by herself, not a Potter in sight, that she found herself entirely focusing on the job for the first time.
âIs that firewhiskey I see over there? Not already breaking rules on the first day are we?â Lily called out to a student whose back was turned to her, not quite sure of her own authoritative demeanor, but feeling it was important to set a tone for the year. She was in charge, and ready to prove herself to everyone.
Andromeda was not in the slightest emotionally or mentally prepared for the new year. Although she took to school with ease the concept of existing in the castle once more came with a contradiction of feeling both freed and stifled. She did well under the watchful eye of her parents, slipping under the time spent with her less than recommended friends, an easy pattern created of leading a double life where she was able to keep distance between her interests. Hogwarts made it all the harder, being aware from the standard rules and immediate rebuttals made it easier for her to relax into her habit of unsavoury company. Unsavoury in the eyes of her family of course. With one year left however it truly marked the beginning of the end for her, school would come to a close and sheâd have to put a final stop to her acquaintances and education.
So like any self respecting member of the House of Black she chose to have a stiff drink. A stiff drink outdoors that had originally been quite peaceful. The brunetteâs head turned taking in the red head standing behind her a singular eyebrow raising in reaction to her comment. âIâd hope youâd think me better than to be drinking firewhiskey of all things.â She replied with an even tone, ideally upon realising who she was speaking to Lily Evans would be kind enough to leave. The pair hardly interacted outside of the Charms Club Andromeda so smoothly ran. âThis is a blended malt scotch.â She added holding up the flask for her to see. âDid you have a question about the upcoming club meeting or were you simply interested in startling me for no reason?â
AU: Sleep Well Iâll Most Likely Obliviate You in the Morning. || Benjy & Andromeda
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âI canât really imagine my life without you in it. Youâre my first real friend. I think that even if you were born just a muggle I would have found you somewhere. Iâm quite positive of that really.â
Benjy is never born with magic instead growing up as a muggle advancing through school quickly. Andromeda in a fit of fear upon leaving her family apperates to the middle of nowhere England. Straight into the forest splicing herself just as Benjy comes along. Too startled upon healing to figure out a way home Andromeda accepts help promising to wipe his memory once she sorts herself out.
Andromedaâs breaths continued to come in short bursts even though the pain had dissipated in thanks to the dittany serum. Her mind felt like a fog of which she could not tell was because of the apparition or the rapid healing her body had just gone through. Her eyes flung open taking in the tree tops overhead trying to place where she was, last she could remember sheâd been on her way to her Grandmotherâs. It was supposed to be an easy trip, fresh off the independence of license Andromeda had insisted she could make the transcontinental trip without the use of a portkey. Seventeen year olds didnât need enchanted objects to arrive at their destination. Clearly Andromeda has ended up being the sort of seventeen year old who did.Â
She had volunteered at St. Mungos for only one summer but the heiress had considered herself familiar with the workings of pain and healing. It seemed so easy from the outside, watching how a few drops could fix the problem. However it was entirely different living the physical trauma yourself, feeling your flesh knit itself back together. Suddenly empathy didnât seem as ridiculous a thing to her. Eyes fluttering open the brunette attempted to steady her breathing pushing herself upwards with her newly stitched together and healed arm. Mind whirling her attention finally fell upon the slack jawed boy standing before her holding the vial she had nearly screamed at his to grab just a few minutes prior. Brows furrowing Andromedaâs breathing finally hit a deep and steady pace one question taking over everything else. Above where she was, Andromeda asked quietly with an accusational tone âWho are you?â
@jamesprongsy @remus-whoisleft @sirius-whoisleft
AU: When Ant Marries Andy || Crack AU
AU:Â
After years of snarking and petty acts between Andromeda and Antonin it has grown to be too much for Cygnus. Taking his daughterâs unwed hand into consideration along with the current state of the world an engagement is made. A strong alliance is made through two pureblood families whilst a lesson is also instilled, âthings can always be much much worseâ. Itâs time for children to grow up and realize their lives are meant for more important plans than their petty squabbles.
Andromeda had never taken her Father to be a cruel man, heâd always been far more attentive a parent than someone of their rank would care to be. Perhaps not as much as he could be but far, far better than her Uncle. Cygnus humored his daughters and for the most part spoiled them lightly so long as they remained gracious and perfect in the eyes of society. She however had blown it. The undoing wasnât a noticeable spectacle by any means, there was no dramatic fit or crashing or shouting. Nothing was noticed by society, it was just the last piece of straw falling upon too men far too important to have children with such behaviours.
Andromeda Sirrah Black and officially blown it and post a rather dramatic closed door discussion with her Father she emerged one week lated engaged to be married. Engaged to be married to one Antonin Dolohov, the boy she spent most of her childhood throwing withering looks at over tea cakes with pointed conversations on the existence of squibs in their everyday society still. Now she was going to be married to him, for the rest of her life. Sheâd fancy the idea of one of them murdering the other if not for the fact that unless done perfectly they were likely to end up in a far worse situation than they were now. So she sat there hands folded carefully in her lap whilst she watched the latest wedding planner leave.Â
âSix more left, six more wedding planners and then weâll have finally reached the point where we may begin planning perhaps the worst day of our lives.â She hissed quietly despite them being alone in the room, one could never tell how long that would last. Merlin forbid the newly weds be up to anything inappropriate. âI was considering asking for a dark red accent, I figure if the napkins are a dark enough shade that when I stab myself in the thigh with an oyster fork during dinner that can be used to cover the stain until I bleed out.â
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AU: Orionâs Hunting Dog [Death Eater!Sirius]
sirius-whoisleft:
AU DESCRIPTION. In Ancient Greek mythology, Canis Major represented the hunting dog of Orion, but by Roman times, the star Sirius was considered to have rebelled, causing afflictions to real dogs during summer, and become a dog of his own right. Sorted into Gryffindor, Sirius spent years one through five at Hogwarts just as in canon: befriending the Marauders, pulling pranks, generally slacking off.Â
However, in fifth year, instead of running away, Sirius was successfully broken down by his parent. One closed-door meeting with them was enough to cause a transformation in his attitude: he abruptly dropped his friends, kept his head down, and devoted himself to the family and the furthering of their ideals.
Now two years out of school, he has long-since taken the Dark Mark and is fully in the crossfire of the war.Â
Sirius made his way down the darkened street with his face bent away from the icy wind, stinging at his face and verging just on the cusp of pulling tears from the corner of his eyesââ but he knew they would never come, a fact he was proud of, if not resigned to. It didnât matter how cold it was out in the elements, though; he could still feel the Mark on his arm, burned into his skin under the layers his clothes provided; he wasnât sure it had stopped burning from the moment it had been pressed into him, whether he was being called or not.
The hood of his cloakâhis every-day fare, expensive as it was; he wasnât suffocating behind his mask todayâwas pulled down low over his forehead, providing the tips of his ears some relief from the weather and a short break from being recognized. He had never been a stranger to how a hall cleared when he walked down it. He was certainly not blind to the way streets did the same now. It was a different exclusion than his years spend in isolation during his last few years at school, and he supposed it was supposed to be based on respectâŠbut he didnât have time for that now.Â
He had somewhere to be.
The crowd around him was thinner than usual, but that was to be expected given the current state of things: the fear, the violence, both of which heâd had a hand in stirring up. That thought didnât plague him nearly as much as it used it; his father, it seemed, had been right about one thing. You could get used to anything if enough depended on it. It was that quote in particular he was turning over in his mind when he felt his shoulder collide with something, hard.
Sirius had stopped believing in coincidences a long time ago (back when heâd âgrown upâ or what have you), and he had no idea how soon he was about to rethink that notion. For the moment, he didnât spare a thought to whoever heâd just bumped again, clearing his throat and letting loose one firm, self-aggrandizing:Â
âFucking move.â
Andromeda understood it now. She completely and utterly understood why growing up she and her sisters had seen so little of their parents in comparison to their Nannies. Children were exhausting. Color changing and morphing children the blood of her husband were perhaps the most exhausting of all. There were even charming little leashes that muggles seemed to invent to rectify the wild behavior. However Andromeda was nothing if not competitive making it her sole purpose to be an obviously better Mother than just about anyone. Which meant no Nannies or child leashes. At the very least thatâs what others could take away, still shying away from displays of her affection to the outward public. Really and truly she simply wanted to do better by Nymphadora, raise her better, be there for her when she needed her, raise her to be someone as far away from the cold and dark home sheâd emerged from.Â
So far she even felt that sheâd been doing a good job of it. Parents seemed to enjoy insisting their child was special but sheâd yet to see another metamorphmagus child. Nymphadora was gifted, truly someone unique. Just by giving birth Andromeda really was doing a superior job already. Like all children from the House of Black sheâd also already displayed magic on top of her gifts. So truly it wasnât her fault that sheâd effectively been kicked out of the Mommy and Me class. It had nothing to do with her Mothering and everything to do with her inability to stand for being in an organized club that could be run far better. At the very least she could inform her Mother in Law that sheâd been to one, that yes a magical one should be more than sufficient and no thank you she is quite fine with the experience she gathered.
The bump in the end was likely her fault in part, her mind far off scripting out her humble refusal of any further assistance. The young mother hushed the bundle in her arms as she walked along pulling greedy hands away from her updo. A dignified braided piece, never one to slack on her appearance even in motherhood. Between her mind and the physical distraction the jolt took her off balance more than it should have her mind instantly flipping into an infuriated state at the outrageous remark that came along with it. âI am holding a one year old, you watch your putain de mouth.â Andromeda snapped in return pushing Nymphadora the ever moving one and half year old closer into her arms. Her daughter had only just started talking five or six words in her arsenal so whilst impressive Andromeda could get away with a bit of swearing still herself. âDo you perhaps make it a habit to nearly upend babies or have you grown bored of kicking puppies and taken upon this one as well?â She could care less how blind this person may be an overwhelming urge to pursue this matter controlling her.Â
#relatable
matter of circumstance || the black sisters
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âI am not worried,â Bellatrix said looking between the pair of them. âIt is no secret that I am her favorite grandchild.â Most nights, it was doubtful. Their ambitions manifested in incredibly different ways, and she suspected Grand-mĂȘre would much prefer if she was the perfect socialite and going out into the world in that regard instead of the vague answers that hinted at working she had given mostly for her own entertainment over the years. It was far closer to the truth than playing around ever would have been, and she was not in the business of disappointment. All that said, she genuinely believed she had it locked tonight. It was not just a celebration of her graduation, but what would inevitably glowing NEWT scores, how she was progressing in other regards, and tasteful and ambitious, if secondary, plans for what was next.
âI will never abandon you, Andy, and as I did not escape the dramatics before my first year and I doubt I will this round, can we save them until, letâs say, August 31? I think that is more than reasonable.â She paired it with a soft smile, letting her know it wasnât remotely serious. âNow, if I drop one of these glasses, one of you is going to be the one who goes without. This is meant to be fun. A night for us, we have not had one in long enough, and if you are going to insist on being sentimental than fine, you may call it one to hold onto when you return to school only if this is the last I hear about it.â
@narcissa-wilâ
Narcissa rolled her eyes at Bellaâs claim to be the favourite grandchild. She, personally, did not think that any of them were. It was probably some simpering idiot on the Rosier side of the family. One who was mute, so there was never even the slightest chance that they might talk back. âWell you are welcome to spend the summer with her in Paris. She has a vacancy this year, after all. I am more inclined to side with Andromeda. Perhaps I shall mention that in front of father. It might amuse him.âÂ
âIt is not dramatic to miss you, Bella. Honestly, I do not see why you will not take up residence in Hogsmeade. Then you could visit at a momentâs notice. Or take up a teaching position. The Defence job always seems to need filling.â She relieved Bellatrix of one of the glasses, holding it daintily by the stem.Â
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Had it been anyone else Andromeda would have been affronted by the remark to her being even remotely dramatic. However it was Bella saying it and with Cissa in the picture she could understand being overcome by the dramatics of the younger ones at times. A smirk worked its way across her features as Narcissa appeared to side with her. It had always seemed to work out in their favor that there was three of them. Each girl with far too much will for a relationship such as theirs to work only in a pair. In all likelihood theyâd end up ripping something in half. âI can hardly sit through a week with her I canât imagine how youâd managed last summer Cissa.â While she understood the pride their Grand-mĂšre held in landing their Mother the absolute best marriage possible the same couldnât be done for them. So it often led to long winded lectures as one gazed out the window with glazed over eyes, well at least from Andromeda that is.
âA lovely point, Hogsmeade seems to be the ideal location for you. Think of all of the screaming children and feet of icy scottish snow at only October.â The brunette teased reaching for the bottle of champagne following Narcissaâs move to ease the burden of carrying so many things. âI can hardly imagine Bella having the patience to teach anyone outside of ourselves. The first years would break into tears.â She teased grinning over at her as if she herself hadnât broken down a fair share of underclassmen whilst in Charms Club. âMaybe you can simply do whatever it is Mother has you busy with and then upon the times of Hogsmeade weekends drop everything youâre doing and come see us instead?â
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No Comfort in the Waiting Room || Open Starter
jamesprongsy:
James hadnât had any issues with Andromeda. Compared to her older sister, she seemed like a saint. But she was still a part of the Black family. James had heard enough stories about from Sirius about his cousins to last him several lifetimes. He knew he didnât want to get on the bad side of either Black sister. But he wasnât going to stand there and ignore her.
He quickly shook his head and tossed the cigarette on the ground, stomping it out. Of course she would think he was there to pull a prank, thatâs what everyone expected from him. âIâm not going to pull a prank on Mungos, thatâs just bloody cruel,â he said. Now that he didnât have a cigarette in his hand, he ran his fingers through his mop. He needed something to distract himself and playing with his hair was always his go to. Itâs why it often looked like a complete disaster.Â
James wasnât about to tell Andromeda why he was at the hospital. He hadnât even told Sirius about his father being ill. He didnât like to be a burden to people. Especially when everyone had his own problems.Â
âWhat are you up to Ms. Black?â he asked with a tilt of his head. His usual smile wasnât on his lips, he was far too tired and worried.
Andromeda quickly fixed James with a rather trademark unimpressed look, a single brow rising. She felt rather proud of herself for not throwing in an eye-roll although the flare of the action would be quite nice. âThat was a poor attempt at a joke, but could have otherwise been read as sarcasm. Of course I donât think youâre here to prank the hospital, no one is stupid enough to assume such a thing.â She retorted once more holding the brush aloft this time directly in his eyeline.
Still her eyes skated to the side wondering once more where Sirius could be. It had once annoyed her how close the pair were, the consistent feeling of being replaced clawing at her. Sheâd made friends however and the feeling waned but ever since last summer it crept up once more. Andromeda could tell by his expression that something was amiss, even more so by the fact that he was standing beside a hospital. However she struggled with comforting a clear fact based around the Healerâs decision to have Ted often assist her as a more emotionally competent companion for when interacting with patients. So she gave him the out of asking after her instead although she wondered if he really cared all that much. âIâm volunteering here.â She said holding aloft her bag in her other hand stuffed inside a few things sheâd deemed patients in recovery in need of. âIt looks well upon the family to have someone interacting with the sick and well image as become a bit more important lately.â Her go to cover story, it was harder to say the truth but in that moment she realized that confiding her interest in healing to James wouldnât make much difference. Opening up her mouth next felt a bit similar to breaking open a clam shell. âI like healing. Bella helped me put together that excuse so that I could for the time being. You should pass on my thanks to Sirius for temporarily decimating our image.â
Wrong Place Wrong Time || Bella
bellatrix-whoisleft:
No part of the plan had included her mask coming off, not until she had been in and out of St. Mungoâs potions stores. She was in charge of the potions. The second she saw a clear path, she took it. She had the knowledge to quickly identify what they needed, and there would be others behind her soon enough. This was complicated and incredibly carefully orchestrated. Her part in this should have gone over smoothly, but she had to take that stupid spell. She had ducked aside and ripped it off when she was sure no one would see the transition. It shrunk in her hand to easily and subtly be tucked awayâone problem she had easily solved. The high number of blind spots in her peripherals was another story entirely.
It wasnât something she could afford to dwell on now. Bellatrix pressed on, switching paths and transitioning to what was supposed to come after her job was done. Securing an alibi, making it clear she was there but using her sway to get rid of all possible questions. At least now, she had a burn running from the left side of her neck and narrowing as it stretched up along her hairline to her temple. A reason to be in the hospital all because of that fucking mask.
Except nothing could go right tonight.
The storerooms were supposed to be empty after seven. Maybe someone running in to grab something extra, but it would be easy to take them out. It wasnât supposed to be her sister. She could not catch a fucking break on this one. She was doing so well, and she couldnât spare a moment to be angry about how everything was off tonight. It wouldnât even be a problem if it hadnât been for her mask turned red hot piece of metal. Sheâd still have her anonymity.
âAndy?â she asked, turning sharply and letting her hair fall to the left until she could use that to her favor. âFinally. You have to get out of here.â Her wand was still in her hand, and she chanced a look back at the door before taking a couple steps back towards her sister. She grabbed her arm with her free hand, squeezing a bit too tightly very intentionally. âGo up, alright? Get to the highest place you can, maybe the store, and hide. I beat them here, but it seems like theyâre climbing. Itâs absolute chaos, and I donât want to see you get hurt.â She knew the line she was going to pull when asked what she was going to do. A guess at where Narcissa was. Why she had been here in the first place but knowing all too well it could wait to be healed. She could take care of herself; could take care of both of them, but she wasnât dragging her sister back downstairs through that.
Andromeda had been in the middle of prepping, nearly at the end of her shift so as to leave and enjoy her regular dinner with Evan. She was one to enjoy the predictable, even if she and family hardly fell into that category. Her sister however standing there before her was completely out of left field. Even more so the words she spoke, taking a moment to filter through her mind to understand the meaning. Everything felt slightly out of focus there for a moment as she struggled to adjust to the new turn of events. As it fell into frame however with it came all of the sounds that had once been kept at bay by the door. Heavy sounds of bodies dropping, shouts and the cracking of glass. It was a distant sound to the far off corner of the Hospital but by no means anything less than overwhelming.
Why would anyone be barging into the Hospital creating such a ruckus? The establishment benefited all and further more it was filled with the sick. No one there was a threat and if anyone was in need theyâd surely be helped. Andromeda attempted to peer behind Bella, to try and catch sight of whoever these people may be, who would be treasonous enough to plan such an attack, to even be willing to attack her of all people. It had always felt like no form of danger could touch her, she was a Black after all. Yet now the panic across her elder sisterâs features felt like the most startling thing, even more so than the sounds and possibility of a threat. Bellatrix was nothing if not cool and competent in the face of most everything. Every step towards her left the brunette shrinking up against the wooden potions table, having moved before it protectively without even realizing.Â
âWhat are you talking about? Who is they?â She demanded eyes wide and feeling younger than ever as she finally became aware of just how painfully tight her sisterâs grip was on her arm. Andromeda felt an almost sense of comfort in the bruising pain that Bellatrix was there for her in this time. Yet thereâd been no plan for Bellatrix to receive her that evening, unless Evan had some surprise put together. She wracked her mind trying to figure out if there was some event or another that day or the next or some event worthy of her Elder sister arriving without notice. It stood out to her the most over all of the noise and even now her sisterâs expression. Suddenly Andromeda tried to pull her arm away brows furrowing head tilting back as she tried to regain her footing mentally feeling the need of physical isolation to do so, to concentrate fully on this question. âBella why are you here?â