Andromeda Neve Black

lackbird singing in the dead of night take these broken wings and learn to fly. All your life you were only waiting for this moment to arise.Blackbird singing in the dead of night take these sunken eyes and learn to see. All your life you were only waiting for this moment to be f r e e.

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the dungeons | [2/2/77]

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lovewithcharity:

There were small things to care about with being like everyone else. Charity vowed to be herself, which ultimately meant that she would always be different, but that didn’t mean she didn’t understand the longing of wanting to belong. The smallest details — to be as smart as Lily, to be as daring as Dorcas, as good as Mary — they caused a pang in her chest to be as wonderful as those who surrounded her. But loving herself was the most important detail in her life, and she would do so wholeheartedly.

She was one of the lucky ones, whether she realized it or not.

Clearing her throat, she scrunched her nose as she admitted, ❝Well, Potions isn’t my best subject. So I thought I would ask around for a tutor. Would you be willing?❞

She wanted to dare to ask. Because that was who she was. And who she was hoped that the other girl who seemed just a bit different from her House would say yes.

Andromeda nearly froze in her tracks at the question, shock emitting through her body because no one ever asked her to be a tutor. Especialy not those who doned colours other than green and silver. It was a branding for life- one thiat drove people away, not closer. People often refrained from conversing with the likes of Snakes, and this was- it was daring.              She liked that. It took guts to ask              anyone of a favour when you were              not familiar with them, but a Black?              Either one of her sisters would have               scoffed at the mere idea of it.              But she wasn't her sisters. Regardless, saying yes definitely had its repercussions. If Andromeda were to be seen helping her out, they would definitely ask questions- and it would get back to her House. Such events were inevitable. That was the life they led; your personal business was never personal. Not as a pureblood.  But that was okay. She could handle herself. If they asked questions, she would answer them just fine. It was only tutoring, after all.                       ❝I, uh- sure. I mean I've never been                                 a tutor, so I'm not sure how                                  good I'd be at it, but I could give it a go.❞

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outside the great hall [ 2-6-77 ]

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mxlciber:

                   Enough could be heard through the open doors                    of the ceremony being held inside. There was                     wailing, crying, sniffling; the whole like of pitiful                    reactions to something that was simply part of                                           the cycle of life.

     Xavier was half-bored, half-amused by what was occurring.      He didn’t have anything better to do at the moment except      to eavesdrop on the ceremony. He did not care enough to       enter and be INCLUDED in such stupidity. But to hear how      people mourned over a m u d b l o o d, why, it was laughable.      A low chuckle burned in the back of his throat because of it.

                                     They all would learn.                                   This was the first of many                                     memorials to be held.

              When he peeled his gaze away from the doors to down the hall,                       a smile graced his features at the figure approaching.

                “Here to enjoy yourself?”

         Andromeda felt like she was suffocating-            walls were closing in, pushing, stiffling           all life and air from her until there was            n o t h i n g left. For every day, it was a new revelation, a new event that smacked her straight in the face with a wake-up call. People were dying for what they believed in,  for trying to fight for themselves. Now it was a student who had the bravery to go up against wolves. She certainly lacked such courage.                                            She wanted to go to the ceremony-                                             to share her condolences for the                                            young man, even if they did not know                                            each other. No one should die so                                            young. Except her presence could cause quite an uproar, for those donning  silver and green would certainly not be welcome at such an event. Which was what caused her to hesitate,  even as steps carried her down the  hallway. Then there was a voice, and reality crashed down.

                      ❝Death is never something to be                          enjoyed, Xavier. Certainly you are                                 not here to cause a scene?❞

[frompurity]

they killed her.

but what was worse — it was the fact that we’d helped them.

[narscissa]

♔  —-                              TOUJOURS PUR 

The tale of three sisters; Bellatrix, Andromeda and Narcissa Black.

With the second wizarding world war at it’s very peak, victory was within reach of Bellatrix Lestrange. She had lost so much to get to this very moment that all of it, all of the loss and the pain, felt worth it.  Choosing her duty over her love was a hard decision, while it may not have been the right one to most, it was to Bellatrix. She was rising so high that there was no way to go but down. Bellatrix Lestrange lost her life for power.

After losing her family long before the war, Andromeda managed to live a somewhat normal life with the one she loved the most. She made a choice to follow her heart instead of her sisters and to her, it was the right one. Of course when the second war emerged and came to an end, Andromeda was left with no one. Losing her husband and daughter to Death Eaters was an ironic blow. And when death came knocking at her door, Andromeda wanted nothing more than to see the faces of those she loved once again. Andromeda Tonks died for lost love.

And last but not least, Narcissa. The girl who seemed pulled between her sisters, her family and her sense of right and wrong. She stood by her husband throughout everything, watching on as he and others she cared for risked their lives for something that wasn’t worth it. Losing her sister to a muggleborn did make the girl bitter, but not enough to kill an innocent person. Narcissa could only simply look on as she lost her other sister, first to insanity, then to death. After all was done and peace had finally came, Narcissa continued to watch the world move on. Her son married, gave her grandchildren and lived a happy life. So when it was her time to go, having lost so much already, Narcissa Malfoy simply greeted death as an old friend.

[here]

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Fluffed // February 5th // Doris + Andromeda

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gryffindoris:

"Ugh!"

         She sat up for the eight time, fluffing her one allotted pillow with vigor before placing            her head on it once more. It instantly deflated and she shut her eyes in frustration.                This was ridiculous, and why she wasn’t allowed to fluff it up with magic she didn’t                know. Surely others must be suffering as well. The brunette turned her head left and            right to find sleeping people on either side of her. How boring. She stood and made              her way to what had been set up as a tea station in a corner of the room.

"Anyone have a pillow they aren’t using and would love to donate to those in need of some serious fluffyness?” She whispered to the meager group clutching cups of subpar tea.

For the whole night, sleep had eluded Andromeda. While others passed out peacefully, too many thoughts ran through her mind endlessly, forcing a tiredness that was not winning the battle. Heavy eyelids, fatigue, and constant yawning were of the norm. After tossing and turning for hours, it was time to admit defeat. Perhaps a cup of tea would help. Admittedly, it usually did.

Four cups later, and all it had done was keep the girl even more awake than before. It was useless- it was another all-nighter to add to the increasingly long list. Was this what the future had in store for her? Bloody hell.  Hearing a voice breaking her train of hought, a tiny smile crossed her lips. While she had no idea who the person standing in front of her was, it was nice to know she was not the only one being kept up.

                      ❝I doubt I'll be going to bed anytime                                soon, so you can take mine if you'd like.❞

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the dungeons | [2/2/77]

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lovewithcharity:

Chuckling, Charity shook her head. “Yes, who doesn’t fall asleep during History of Magic every now-and-then? That doesn’t exactly say anything except that you’re like most of us when listening to Professor Binns. Unless you don’t what to be like everyone else. To which I say you should probably look for a different way to be —- different.”

Oh, she was rambling now, but that was alright. Even if she professed equality, she was going to be nervous around Slytherins. They were a little too unexpected when it came to interactions, especially with her. She never knew how they could react to what she said or did — and how bad that reaction would be.

But there was a glimmer of relief when the other girl said Charity could borrow her notes. And then that glimmer shone in her eyes, having changed to one of satisfaction because what she felt about the Black sister could very well ring true.

"Thank you so much. And that’s great! One always need a partner for a walk. A side-by-side conversation is always different than a face-to-face one." As she spoke, she began to move slowly down the hall, almost waiting for Andromeda. 

"You happen to be good with Potions, right?"

                             ❝Exactly. When it comes to things                         such as these, m'quite fine with                                 fitting in.❞

Which, generally, was what Andromeda always tried to do. Fit in. Blend into the background, try and make it so no one notices you. If there is nothing to differentiate you form the crowd, no one will bother to think about you for too long. Long enough to realize what was different. Why you didn't belong. Fake it until you make it, right? But speaking about such trivial things to anyone outside her House could raise suspicions. Andromeda knew what was expected of her- to snear at the blonde, make some sort of rude remark, and then saunter off as if nothing had happened. As if she was better. But that wasn't her, and it never really had been. Plus, she looked like the type to share her lemon cake. That was the sort of person you kept around.                       ❝Of course. They're just notes, 's no                         big deal. And yeah, I'd say I'm                                 rather good at it, so I promise the                                 notes will be coherent. Why d'you ask?❞

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g r e a t h a l l ( 2.4.77, late at night )

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unceasing--alecto:

If she had her decision, she would have been out there and she would have been slaughtering the entire lot of them. She would have acquired her Dark Mark. She would have pledged herself to the cause and halted the notorious waffling that seemed to be occurring as of late. ( It was tempting to just leave it all behind and disappear into the great unknown; alongside someone who believed that was best, alongside someone who didn’t wish to be involved, either. ) But at least her company was someone she could handle being around. Bellatrix’s sisters, she had sort of adopted into her own mind as her own. Bella would be the closest, but the other two, she liked to think she would protect with her life, no matter what happened. After all, the two families had been meshed, and they were all involved in these shenanigans together. "Indeed - instead, they expect us to sleep on the benches or the floors or even the bloody walls. What’s the tragedy in letting us go sleep in the dorms? As if the wolves are going to break down the castle doors and eat us all in our beds.”

It was well known that approaching Alecto could often be dangerous, but growing up around the woman has diminished the fear so many others felt. Despite her beliefs and actions, she still saw something good in her friend, and would hold on to that for as long as she could. Snorting slightly at her comment, Andromeda did what she always did- put on a mask. Pretend it was fine, that the worst part of it all was having to sleep in the great hall. Pretend as if this wasn't another sign, blaring in her mind, that the time to choose was growing closer. That the war was approaching increasingly so every single day. Such situations could only be ignored for so long.                       ❝That would make quite the story. The                         parents would go mad with that one.❞ In all honesty, Andromeda was surprised more students hadn't already been pulled out of school. It was difficult to pretend it was a safe place, in light of recent events. Were there any places that were truly safe anymore? Doubtful.

                      ❝It probably makes them feel better-                          like they have more control over our                                 safety if they're surrounding us.❞

[rogerlilyrp-blog]

Rip out my (Character's) heart in one sentence.

Bonus points if it makes me cry.

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the great hall | 2.3.77

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theratheard:

❝See, the only one who’s saying I’ll be dreadfully miserable is you. Assumptions are stupid, Andie, and you’re not me to know how I’ll feel about anything at anytime. I suggest you stop with that.❞

What was it with students daring to say how he felt? Between idiotic Rita, insane Pandora, and now stupidly stubborn Andromeda, Peter’s mood was taking a turn for the worst. Gritting his teeth, he drummed his fingers on the table, rolling his eyes yet again at how Andromeda still felt like she should keep talking.

❝Thinking before speaking means tat I’m not letting my emotions run rampart, no? Honestly, what’s the point to this? You ruined my meal, I supposedly ruined your day; this is the life of Gyffindor versus Slytherin, is it not?❞

This was getting far too out of hand- Andromeda hadn't realized asking for a lemon cake would lead to such a confrontation. Had she, she would have just dealt with the absence of the dessert. Or at least contemplated dealing with it.                        ❝People are rarely ever rude for no reason,                         Peter. I know that far too well. There is                         always a reason behind people's actions,                          and your attitude seems like that of a miserable                         person to me. Though granted, no, I don't know                         if you will always be that way. Hence me saying                         'most likely'.❞ Andromeda could go on for days- truly- but he seemed like a lost cause. Someone determined to not get along with her. Which was okay, really, because it was normal. It was how people acted around Slytherins- and perhaps someday she'll truly accept that. Someday.                      ❝So long as people behave the way you do, I suppose                         it will be. Shame.❞

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the great hall | 2.3.77

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rita-queenofthequill:

"Not everyone in the world is going to like you, might as well give them a good reason not to. I have people I can talk to, if I wanted to, but I guess you could say I’m not really the type to share my feelings and - talk about stuff. Not everyone in the school hates me though, just for the record.”                             Rita knew that people found her stance in life                             questionable, she sold people out far too fast                             and she’d probably wrote something unsavory                             about 2/3rds of the school population, so that                              didn’t leave many people left that enjoyed her                             company, or at least tolerated it, but still Rita                             wouldn’t say she was lonely.

Andromeda couldn't help but find the girls response admirable, wondering if she would ever be able to develop such a mantra herself. It certainly sounded freeing- but freedom always comes with a cost. Was it worth it?

                     ❝Fair enough. Not everyone is the talking type, I                        get that. No one in my house is, at least; and I                       know. I don't hate you, and if it counts for anything,                       if you ever do want to talk to someone, you can talk to me.❞

[remusjohnslupin]

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HARRY POTTER ALPHABET → b ↳ the noble house of black

"En stirps nobilis et gens antiquissima Black. Toujours pur."

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the great hall | 2.3.77

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the-blackest-constellation:

 ❝Oh, come now. Where’s the fun in that? Next time you try to filch a piece of jewelry from my collection, or snicker whenever Rodolphus and I get into another row, I’ll just whip out the photographs and that’ll be that. No better way of ending a stalemate.❞

                                                                          Stalemates.

They seemed to be the basis of their relationship now. Both sides constantly standing their ground, refusing to budge in the midst of all the arguing, all the hurled insults, all the differences.

( And they hadn’t been all that different once upon a time. Not really. Merely a pair of sisters exchanging small smirks at pureblood galas and wrinkling their noses at the prospect of their futures, best friends giggling at their cousin’s antics and holding hands as they drifted off to sleep in their cold, lonely home. )

... Stalemates. It was all that stubborn Black pride would allow either of them anymore.

                                        But it was better than absolutely n o t h i n g.

❝As well you shouldn’t be. I can’t imagine what the pack of filthy half-breeds could be biding their time for. They’re still grossly outnumbered. Whatever notions they might have of trying to attack and infect us all won’t hold any water when it comes down to it. And what an awful waste it’d be to spill pure blood.❞

There was a pause and Bellatrix observed her sister’s expression, the evenness in her tone. Both so… contrived. As if the eldest Black was simply being told what the other thought she wanted to hear. It reminded Bellatrix of herself in the presence of their parents years ago. The deliberation, the forced neutrality. The characteristics of one with no firm opinion or stance. How very… A l i c e of her. But she wouldn’t be losing her sister as she had her former friend, oh no. That was no option. Andromeda would make her choice at some point and she’d choose her family, would she not? … Wouldn’t she?

And so, Bellatrix presented the bait. ❝The Dark Lord wouldn’t look down upon them favorably for it.❞

                       ❝Hey, I trusted you with those photos-                                that is just cruel. Plus, it's not nearly                                impossible to not snicker at that.                                So it's not my fault.❞

Andromeda had done quite a bit of things in her childhood that she would never want to look at again- much less have other people look at. If only Bellatrix wasn't so adamant about only being photographed at certain times, it could be an even threat.           Cruel. 

But Andromeda fully expected her sister to end an argument in such a way. She was epersonally a fan of just walking away,, but it had been a long time since that truly worked. The older they got, the more explanations were demanded; and most things could not be simply explained. Not in the way people wanted it to be from her.

This was becoming increasingly apparent, evident within this very onversation. For sticky subjects were being mentioned, and the Black sister was once again straddling the line between saying what was right and what was expected. For 'filthy halfbreeds' were not words she would use, but Bellatrix did not give it a second thought. What happened to the sister she used to have?

                       ❝I certainly can't think of what they                                stand to gain out there, and it would                                 be foolish to attack the castle- they're                                outnumbered, as you said, and we                                are too heavily protected.❞

At least they used to be. These days, Hogwarts didn't feel safe at all. But for now, she knew her name and status would keep her safe.                   For now. So it was time to tread carefully once more. Think before speaking, try to avoid personal opinions at all cost. Her new mantra in life, unfortunately.

                       ❝Which is probably why they are here-                                only adding on to such foolishness.❞

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the great hall | 2.3.77

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rita-queenofthequill:

"People will do anything these days.  Difficult? Sometimes - I mean some  are just too good to be true or some are just too outrageous to be true,  those that are believable, well those  are the ones that require digging, and I’m not apposed to sticking my nose  where it’s not wanted to find the truth.”

                                Rita shrugged her shoulders, she wasn’t                                  about to spill all the tricks of the trade to                                 the girl opposite but she asked a question                                 and she would provide the curious girl                                  with an answer. 

                     ❝Which most people have realized, as I'm sure                       you know. But- you make a lot of enemies. Doesn't                       that ever make you...uncomfortable? Don't you ever                       want someone to just talk to?❞

Being in the situation she was, Andromeda didn't quite understand how someone could be so nonchalant about not really having anyone- or at least she didn't have any knowledge of Rita being close with anyone.

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g r e a t h a l l ( 2.4.77, late at night )

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unceasing--alecto:

She stood right by the door. Right by it. She had been forced into corners by these fiends and now she was trapped in here. She could not whisk herself out unless she apparated. And that could end badly. No, she was stalking instead. Moving back and forth. R E S T L E S S. Her pacing in front of the door was cause enough to make the others uncomfortable. She was about to explode. She was writhing with the urge to escape. To use this to her advantage. But here she was. Once again. CAGED. "D r e a d f u l." They would assume she was speaking of the situation. ( But she was only speaking of hers. ) ”Outrageous.”

It was times like these that people showed how they truly are- reckless and brave, proper and calm, or cowardly. Andromeda wasn't quite sure where she sat upon that scale- only that it wasn't reckless. Having spent her whole life teetering on the line of doing what was right and expected, now was not the time to change.  Unsurprisingly so, the majority of the Snakes refrained from veering outside. Presumably due to their lack of care for the centaurs. Personally, it would have drawn a line in the sand for her- and while she didn't wish to see any fighting occur, he also didn't wish to alienate everyone. Which was how she ended up beside Alecto, leaning up against the wall, arms crossed.                      ❝It is quite outrageous- expecting us to just                         stay caged up in the Great Hall. I see no                         harm in allowing us to go back to our                         dormitories.❞ After the long day Andromeda had, sleeping was very desirable. 

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H a l l w a y s || 2.1.1977

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fidustotalus:

                  “Ted’s fine if you’d like, or Edward.                    A Tonk at your service,  Huffepuff.                                               Current Beater for Quidditch,                                               Muggleborn  , and    dashing.                                              What of yourself, Miss?” Ted    usually liked to add a sort of tease in his words, complimenting his own   self for reasons unknown.  The Hufflepuff decided to exceed in his greeting, so that she knew more about him.                     

Growing up around those she did, Andromeda was no stranger to  vanity- but it still elicited a slight laugh from her, despite it being true.

                     ❝Ted it is. M'Andromeda, but                       some call me Andie. Doesn't                       make much of a difference to me.                       Er- middle Black sister, and I'm                       not much of a player but I do                       like watching Quidditch. And I                       experiment with Potions- which                       sometimes doesn't go over that                       well, admittedly.❞

Introductions were growing increasingly harder; because how do you explain to others who you are when even you don't know?

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the dungeons | [2/2/77]

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lovewithcharity:

It was quite distinct, the differences between Andromeda and her sisters. She couldn’t imagine Narcissa apologizing about running into somebody, much less Bellatrix. But Andromeda was saying ‘sorry’ for a second time, and Charity had an immediate liking to that. There would always be a pull towards those who were polite because those who were polite with genuine intentions were good people. Even if she wore silver and green, Charity still refused to believe that all of them were wretched.

Her argument with James still simmered in the back of her mind, but that wildfire had long since passed. 

She gave a smile to Andromeda, replying, “Well, then you must have been daydreaming quite often these past five or so years. Or concentrating. Either way, the blonde in the back — that’s me.”

Clearing her throat, she added, “And I’ll be headed back to my seat anyways to fetch the books I left —- if they’re still there.” Lifting her chin with a glint in her eye, she looked back to Andromeda to ask, “If I can’t find them, could I borrow yours for a bit, please? To re-write some notes?”

Grimacing slightly at the impression being given of her, Andromeda mentally scrambled to fix the situation at hand. Some people would always have a set opinion of her, such things would never change- but the girl before her seemed genuinely nice, a rare trait in such times.         Most people are far too quick to condemn others for things that can not be controlled. Like being a b l a c k. "As much as I would like to say that it's a slight exaggeration, sadly, it's quite true. I even go so far as to fall asleep in History of magic- though the fact that the rest of the class does the same thing makes me feel a bit better about myself." Truthfully, paying attention to Binns is not only exceedingly difficult, but saddening. To be unable to move on, to teach for all of eternity- it was not a fate she personally wished to receive. Some theorized the ghost was unaware of his state, which only made it worse. Having another ask her for something was not common- this whole situation was completely out of the ordinary for Andromeda. It was okay, though. Refreshing, even. "Sure, of course- s'no problem. I'll walk with you, yeah?"