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@andromedablk
Yes, you heard right.
Pleased isn’t exactly the word I’d use. But we’ve discovered some upsides and he’s more than pleased now.
Upsides? That just sounds like you two've figured out a plot to turn this badge business into the usual trouble. Although, I'm sure the school is looking forward to a more lax Head Boy.
It's too noisy
That sounds really terrifying. You must tell me how he is, so I’ll be mentally prepared for whatever comes. I tell you Dromeda, some people here just annoy me and very much don’t belong. I still don’t understand why Hogwarts couldn’t be pickier.
Of course, you know I will. And er, how do you mean, Cissy? Has someone been giving you problems?
Merlin.
Oh, a select few have, but they underestimate my ability for self defense. I grew up a ginger in a muggle school ground as a kid - watching my back is second nature.
Oh, and I do love gloating rights. I suppose I ought to make damn sure I win, lest I accidentally give the rest of the school gloating rights. That would be a nightmare.
Er - What's so bad about being a ginger in Muggle school? I happen to love the color of your hair, it's beautiful.
Wouldn't it be? Well, if that does ever happen, I promise not to participate. I'll only smirk occasionally.
Excellent. I saw a lot of your sister. Lovely girl, she is. Mummy brought us to Italy for the last few weeks. And you?
[Andromeda let out a cough into her hand, and when she spoke again, it was with just a slight hint of sarcasm.] Oh, yes, very lovely. I personally haven't seen her much since the first month of vacation. Been busy, I suppose. Has her hair gotten any wilder?
My summer was fine. Dad was away on business a lot, so Mum took us out to shop often. The usual.
Merlin.
Willpower? He’s not so hard to say no to, have you seen him showboating on the Quidditch Pitch? Not cute.
Oh, it’s quite obvious, I’m afraid, but where’s the fun in predictable unpredictability? I’ll put a few galleons on mynever caving, and that James Potter’ll give up and move onto a new conquest before the year is done.
You know, I think there are many a Gryffindor girl that would disagree with you. You know some of them would give anything to have Potter's persistent attention. I'm surprised none of them have tried anything on you, actually.
That's sound enough. I'll tally you off on the list. It's safe to say you'll have plenty of gloating rights if you do win the bet.
Finding Ourselves In A Dark Sky: A Six-Word Memoir || Andromeda & Narcissa
It was such a lovely evening.
Full of food and fairly content with the world as it was, Andromeda lay quite still in the tall grass, her slender face and hazel-green eyes turned skyward. Clad in a dark bottle green, long-sleeved frock that was mostly tucked underneath her slim legs, she inhaled deeply and let the air escape in a satisfied sigh. After a few more moments of staring up at the clear black canopy, embellished with thousands of tiny sparkling stars, Dromeda turned her head to her right side, where the youngest of the Black sisters lay beside her.
The light nightly breeze was cool and comforting as it wafted over the two girls, rustling the blades that hovered around them in greeting. Sounds of friendly insects and creatures filled the atmosphere, disturbed only by the occasional hoot of a nearby owl. Perhaps even her childhood environment had recognized that she was soon to be leaving this place, and was trying to send her off in the best way possible. It was a nice thought; one that pushed another satisfied exhale from her lungs. Andromeda could only drink it in while she could, savoring the sensations only the open field behind the Black Manor could give her.
With her cheek pressed against the soft grass, she watched her blonde sibling, a little smile on her lips and the twinkle that only sisterly-bonding could give poised in her irises. "I hear the sky the Great Hall is ten times better," she finally said, breaking the silence, but not because it was in any way uncomfortable. She turned her body now, too, so that she was laying on her side to face Narcissa. Moving an arm under her head to act as a pillow, she continued, "Though I suppose that might just be because everyone would be stuffing their faces with treacle tart while looking at it."
The eleven year old let out a giggle then as she lifted a pale hand to rub her eye, the bell sleeve falling down to her elbow as she did so. This was her last night at home until winter vacation, the last night that Narcissa would have someone for company other than their parents. The very next day she would be boarding the scarlet train that would take her to the place that Bellatrix hadn’t shut up about the entire year. “Hogwarts this!” and “Hogwarts that!” -- Only Merlin knew how Dromeda had kept herself from delivering a well-deserved mud-pie in the eldest’s face.
Andromeda was, of course, excited about going off to the school. She could only imagine what she’d encounter at the castle, having heard so many things about it from practically everyone. The entirety of the Black lineage had gone to Hogwarts and, as it was, every single one of them was placed into Slytherin House by the Sorting Hat. If there was anything that Dromeda was worried or anxious about, it was that fact.
It wasn’t that she thought Slytherin wasn’t her first choice, and surely she didn’t want to disappoint the whole of the Black family. But if any of her experiences could say something about Andromeda in comparison to the rest of them, it would definitely voice the observation that she was always one hesitant step behind them all. She knew she was destined to be in Slytherin; but what if she didn’t like it there?
At the moment, however, all of these thoughts were absent from her head. She was absentmindedly plucking at the flattened blades near her face as another breeze blew over them, pushing her thick brunette strands back. “Are you excited to see me off tomorrow?” Her tone was cheerful, and she reached out a slender finger to playfully poke at Cissy’s shoulder. “You’ll have the whole house to yourself for a couple of months.”
I would watch your mouth if I were you, Andromeda. It’s going to get you into trouble one day.
… How was your summer then?
It's too noisy
Bella always said I was adopted. My classes are fine, per usual. Actually I do have him, but since its only the beginning of the year I haven’t had the chance to meet him properly yet. Do you have him? How is he?
I haven't had him yet, but first class is tomorrow. All everyone says about him is how intimidating he is. I hear he can burst a spleen with just his pinky finger! And of course, there's that Gryffindor girl, Dorcas, that's trotting around with this ridiculous hat she'd stolen from his office. Bad news, if you ask me.
Please.
What can I say? I have to uphold my reputation. Plus, he should have know what he got himself into when he took the job.
Oh, I'm sure that when he signed up for the job, Dumbledore didn't tell him that he'd be facing the mischievous wrath of Dorcas Meadows.
At least have the sense not to wear it to class tomorrow. Who knows what he'd do.
It's so lovely out on the grounds.
I most certainly do not! That’s wholly incorrect and offensive! Slanderous witch.
I can assure you it was most definitely better than yours. Prongs and I dicked around all summer –– don’t run with that. Y’know, the usual stuff. What about you and the rest of your charming family?
Not at all! It is, in fact, my duty as your cousin and as part of the female community to save the rest of my kind from your, er, "raw talent", was it?
Good save; you know me so well. I'm glad to hear it, though. My fabulous summer was spent keeping my mouth shut and trying to stay clear of Bella. I swear, she's about a centimeter from flying off the deep end, and I'm not too sure that I want to be around when she does.
Merlin.
I… can’t quite figure out how to react to that. I never dreamt people would actually be placing bets on my relationship status!
But alright, that’s fair. At least you know me well enough to know I won’t cave anytime soon at the very least. Am I allowed to throw a few galleons into the pool?
I'm sure it's not something every girl wants to hear. But alas, the entire school is completely fascinated by your willpower, Lily Evans.
And well... I wouldn't say I'm not curious to know. Sure, I'll take you up on that. What's your bet?
It's so lovely out on the grounds.
Sure, you are. Whatever helps you sleep at night.
Excuse you! You best hope I don't find your next date and let slip that you stuff your trunks.
Anyway. How was summer in Godric's Hollow? Bet it was better than mine.
It's too noisy
I know, but exploring isn’t really my forte, haha. Of course not, anyhow I don’t get into troulble. Much.
Sometimes I wonder if you really are my sister. Joking, of course. But I know you can take care of yourself. How are your classes so far this year? D'you have that new Professor yet? Allard, I think his name was?
Merlin.
It’d take a lot more than that for me to be upset with you, ‘Dromeda. Come on, feed my curiosity.
Of course I've bet! You last until the end of the year, and then you finally cave. That's my guess. As well as three of the Ravenclaw fourth-years.
It's too noisy
Yes I know, but the ones I know of are already taken. The others are hidden to well for me to discover. You know how I am Dromdea, I’m not the most observant one.
Oh, I wouldn't say that, Cissa. But hey, you've got two more years of exploring left. Just don't get into so much trouble without me.
Of course, silly me. People hardly make civil conversation anymore. And 3 people have already approached me asking for favors. Plus, Andromeda, I hardly consider us friends. Did you miss me over the summer or something?
Maybe not with you, but I've had a fair share of civil conversation recently. And please. I'd much rather have missed Mrs. Norris than miss you. But, as its our last year, I figured I'd give it you a shot. Apparently, I was right in thinking you've still got your wand somewhere up your bum.
Merlin.
True! If only they were all clever enough to at least hide their tracks better when pulling their pranks. They could at least be more careful about it. Whenever Peter’s not involved you can be sure they’ll get caught.
Have you made any bets?
Probably why they keep him around. At least they're smart enough about that. And I might have. Depends on how upset you'd be with me.
