22, Pureblood. Slytherin alumnus.
Current occupation: Socialite
Affiliation: Neutral/Death Eater Supporter
Faceclaim: Elizabeth Henstridge
The Black family is one of prestige, having a very high position in society. Being very influential upon other pureblood families, it is expected that the young ones behave maturely. And for the current most youngest ladies of the Black family, it is expected, that they must grow up quickly. Andromeda Black, for one, is perhaps the sister that behaves with most dignity, and yet, wants for nothing more than to be out of this endless hole that seems to dig itself deeper as more time passes. She could never say she grew up lonely, or without everything she needed to succeed, she could never call herself the black sheep or that didn’t feel out of place since day one. Having her sisters by her side, the luxuries she did, the opportunity she thought she had, she felt invincible.
Being from the Noble and Most Ancient House of Black meant she was at the top – and she knew it. Tea parties, dresses, husbands were at her disposal and Meda knew that when presenting herself to the world she had the weight of presenting her family – but she was excellent at it. She was very polite at the family galas, hands folded on her lap, always saying ‘please’ and ‘thank you’. Her parents thought her a gem. The perfect middle. Still, she noticed the little things she didn’t like – like how her family wouldn’t let her talk to those lower than hers during her pre-Hogwarts trip to Diagon Alley. How they believed that people should be exterminated based on blood ( why couldn’t they just leave them alone? ). How her mother and father fought far more than loved each other. It was normal, but if she was such a lady, with so much power & grace, shouldn’t she have the power to choose? The older she got the more she understood that she was supposed to be seen not heard and that she’d never have a choice to decide otherwise. Even when she was older. This scared her.
The treacherous Black family aside, Andromeda looked towards her education to keep her busy from thinking of the dreaded future. Going into Hogwarts was easy with her family all around her, she didn’t need friends, she had acquaintances. She stuck her nose in books, and kept her quill moving along parchment. She made excuses to not be with her fellow Slytherin peers, mainly because she felt extremely uncomfortable around them as years passed and their bigoted talk became one she started to question. Andromeda was a conflicted young lady, but mostly with the fact that she wasn’t going to bother to do a single thing about her lifestyle. Andromeda herself was beginning to believe that perhaps this is the life meant for her - she fit so well into it. If she could just quell the thoughts of rebellion, curiosity, the bad thoughts that would get her burned off the family tree – she’d be fine. Wine was easy to drink as a way to forget, and Andromeda became even better at drinking wine to quiet the noise. It wasn’t until she met Ted Tonks that something shifted, an annoyance of sorts who didn’t stop to argue with her – though she didn’t stop to argue with him.
It was with him she realized what having a true friend meant, it was with him she could express herself fully – something she thought she’d been doing with her sisters but wasn’t. It wasn’t love at first, it was friendship born from not giving up on each other, not because of blood but despite it, because of caring. It was then Andromeda questioned more her life, it was then she questioned more if her sisters were enough to keep her happy – after all they’d be betrothed & she couldn’t live with them. Andromeda would be betrothed to a person she didn’t love, to a person who didn’t challenge her – not like Ted Tonks did. Everyone became pale in comparison to Ted and the other friends she made & when their friendship blossomed into something more she realized she would have to choose. Ted lived his truth, but in the end she wasn’t brave enough to risk everything, to risk her family hurting him, to choose him. Something that haunts her, something that she regrets.
Andromeda feels forever bound to the expectations society held for her, and therefore limited in terms of lifestyle. Not only limited, but undeserving when she knows that the world is breaking apart and she’s just sipping champagne with its destroyers. Andromeda fit perfectly into her life, so much so that the charade felt like the truth, she forced it to, something she clings onto now at age twenty-two when she really does know better. Being a socialite came naturally, but the beautiful homes, the money, the luxury, felt like a decorations for a cage she’d never be able to get out of. Drinking became her favorite way to forget, and she can’t imagine how anyone can go on this long forgetting when the world is so much more than what they’ve been given. With Andromeda’s controversial beliefs, she hid her thoughts with the best way possible - by acting how she was supposed to, with dignity and respect. Desperately, she wished her sisters could see the way she did, but she knew that all Bellatrix desired was power, and that Narcissa shined too brightly to see beyond the silver spoon they were fed was coated in poison. Each day passes in an agonizing blur, and she knows that she can’t live like this any longer. That she does have to choose, that in the end her sisters won’t be enough. That having everything the world had to offer wasn’t enough.
+ Loyal, Intelligent, Quick witted
- Obstinate, Evasive, Isolated