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Mary was glad that Andromeda didn’t continue to make sure she was alright. Honestly she felt beyond embarrassed and ashamed that her friend had caught her in such a state. Mary had been trying to hide her underlying fear from those she cared about and she had been caught. Hopefully, Andromeda wouldn’t pass the word along to Sirius or anyone else. “It is very similar to potions.” Mary smiled. “That’s the way I was taught how to cook. My mother would teach me when I went back for breaks and holidays. It may be more time consuming and harder, but I like cooking the muggle way.” Though, she understood that some nights she just didn’t have time to cook so magic was the best option. “I will head back with you.” Mary didn’t want Andromeda to worry and clearly she favored coming back with her now.

“Ted is always telling me that I just need a little more practice, or a better outlook, but I can’t ever quite believe him.” It was a gentle argument between the two of them, one that she was sure would never be fully resolved. It was nice in the midst of the chaos that surrounded them now to have something so easy to fall back on with him. “It’s lovely that your mother was able to teach you. I’m sure you can put those lessons to good use now.” Nodding at her words, Andromeda began walking again, hoping to make it back before too much time passed. “Dora has been asking about you. You made quite the impression when you babysat her.”

#convo #mary macdonald

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1. Orion always wanted a daughter, a secret not even Walburga knew, and while his nieces filled up that hole it was Andromeda he was most fond of. He spoiled her just a tad more, spent time with just her, allowed her to speak her mind even if at times it was wrong, even if he and Cygnus fought over all of this. Andromeda was the closest thing he had to a daughter.

2. She broke his heart when she ran off and married Ted Tonks. Not just a knife to his back, but to his front as well. He also felt guilty. Maybe there was something he could’ve done to stop this from happening. As much as he wanted to hate her, he couldn’t, but he will forever act like he does.

3. Learning that Andromeda was in Aversio was another low blow, but he hasn’t revealed this to any other member of the Black family. He has no idea why. Orion knows he should tell Cygnus and her sisters, but he can’t, and he can’t help but think this is his way of protecting her. He doesn’t hate her, but he hates how much he cares for her still.

4. Orion knows he will never get the chance to get to know Dora. Meeting her wasn’t enough just the one time, but he will take what he can get. He hopes that when he has his own grandchildren one day that he will be able to make up for the time he missed with Dora, and maybe make up for being a shitty father.

#{ you were once a friend and father }#{ standing frozen in the life i've chosen }#don't mind me casually dying over my emotions #AND THAT IS NOW ORION'S TAG AND I CAN'T HANDLE ANYTHING

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Harry Potter Spell Themed Asks

Accio : If you could summon anything in the world right now what would it be?

Aguamenti: Do you like water?

Alohomora: Can you and have you, ever picked a lock?

Anapneo: Are you CPR certified?

Aparecium: On of a scale of Mr. Bean to 007 how much of a spy are you?

Avada Kedavra: If you could kill one single person, who would it be?

Avis: What’s your favorite kind of bird?

Brachiabindo: Have you ever been tied up before? What was the circumstance?

Capacious Extremis: If you could make one object bigger on the inside, what would the object be?

Cave Inimicum: You’ve got to fortify your room from zombies with only objects you have readily available. What do you use?

Colloportus: Have you ever locked yourself out of your own house before? If so, what did you do?

Confringo: Have you ever accidentally set fire to something?

Confundo : What confuses you most about the world?

Crucio: What’s the worst pain you’ve ever been in?

Deletrius: What’s the last thing that you did besides this?

Densaugeo: What’s the most extensive thing you’ve been to the dentist for?

Deprimo: Have you ever been knocked over by the wind before?

Descendo: What’s been a low point in your life?

Diffindo: When was the last time you ripped and article of clothing?

Engorgio: What’s the worst case of swelling you’ve ever experience?

Episkey: If you could heal anyone in the world right now, who would it be?

Expecto Patronum: What’s your happiest memory?

Expelliarmus: Have you ever had to disarm someone? If so, why?

Expulso: Have you ever made something explode? Explain how and why?

Ferula: Have you ever had to wear a brace? What happened?

Flagrate: If you could write one thing in the sky, what would it be?

Flipendo: Have you ever fallen down stairs before?

Fulgari: If you could be bond to one person, who would it be?

Furnunculus: How bad was your acne as a teenage?

Geminio: If you could have a single copy of something, anything, what would it be?

Glisseo: Water slide or playground slide?

Impedimenta: You can stop one person from coming near you, ever, like a permanent, unbreakable restraining order, who is it?

Imperio: You can have one person be your slave for a day without repercussion, who?

Impervius : In the middle of a storm would you rather have waterproof shoes, or a waterproof coat?

Incarcerous: Have you ever tied someone up?

Incendio: Do you like candles? If so, what’s your favorite smell?

Langlock: You can stop one person in the world from speaking. Who is it?

Legilimens: If you had the power to read minds for a day, would you use it?

Locomotor: You can chose one object to follow you around, what is it?

Lumos: Candle, Flashlight, Sunlight, Moonlight, or Bioluminescence?

Meteolojinx Recanto: What’s your favorite type of weather?

Mobiliarbus: What’s your dream garden?

Molliare: Have you ever made a surprisingly soft landing when you were sure you’d break something? What happened?

Morsmordre: What would your signal in the sky be to mark your presence?

Muffliato: Have you ever eavesdropped on a conversation? What was it about?

Nox: Were you/are you, afraid of the dark?

Obliviate: What’s something you wish you could forget?

Obscuro: What’s a kink that you have? What about it excites you?

Oppugno: You’re about to be in a fight! The object directly to your left is what you have as a weapon! What is it and how would you use it?

Orchideous: What’s your favorite flower?

Pack: When’s the last time you did some packing?

Petrificus Totalus: Have you ever been/felt paralyzed?

Piertotum Locomotor: You can make one object in your current room come to life, what is it?

Point Me: How easily do you get lost?

Portus: What object would you turn into a portkey and where would it take you?

Protego: You can protect one person from harm. Who?

Quietus: When was the last time you yelled at someone?

Reducio: What’s something you’d like to make bigger?

Reducto: You’ve got one chance to explode something without an consequences. What is it?

Rennervate: Have you ever passed out/fainted before? What happened?

Reparo: What’s one thing you’d like to fix?

Rictusempra: Where’s the most effective place to tickle you?

Riddikulus: What’s your greatest fear? Do you think you’ll be able to overcome it?

Scourgify: What’s something that you should clean up?

Sectumsempra: Have you ever hurt someone? What happened?

Serpensortia: Do you like snakes?

Silencio: How much “quiet time” on average, do you need in a day?

Sonorus: If you had a message you could say to the whole world. What would it be?

Specialis Revelio: If you could have a magical property, what would it be?

Stupefy: Do you think you’d be able to knock someone out?

Tarantallegra: What’s your favorite kind of dance?

Wingardium Leviosa: If you had the power of telekinesis, what would you do with it?

#ask meme #I'm planning on being around tomorrow so some asks would help with muse!

tcdxtonks:

His gut feelings weren’t usually wrong and there had been a heavy feeling in his stomach when Andromeda had told him of her decision to attend the ball but he’d put it down to her walking into the wizarding version of a snake den with all the most poisonous hiding their fangs with masks. Except he’d never been one to tell her what to do, always letting her make her own choices and decision and supporting them even if he didn’t always think that they were the right one. In his mind he’d always be there to pick up the pieces no matter what happened- they could weather whatever storms together.

Even the two of them he had left up to her, not wanting to make her resent him if he’d forced her to walk away from her family, her whole life just for him. It hadn’t mattered that he loved her or that his whole world had shifted as his feelings grew until he could barely picture a future without her. All that mattered then, and still did now, was that she felt as though she was always able to do whatever she wanted after years of rules and expectations.

There was no room for words like I told you so when he’d never voiced his worries and while retrospect was something you could learn from it couldn’t change what had happened. Some of the tightness leaves his jaw as his wife nods her head that she’s going to tell him what happened. Where usually he’d have asked the question and not pressed her to open up, the two of them taking small steps when it came to her opening up, this seemed of far more importance to their lives when knowing what happened would only leave him all the more prepared.

Except when he hears the words she speaks, his jaw tightens once more at the mention of the man he holds responsible for the state of their society. The reason he has to walk down the street always looking over his shoulder and that his wife had had to walk away from her family. A man that perpetuated hate and fear, killing all those who didn’t fit his ideals.

A frown sits heavily on his brow, not being able to find the words right away, but seeing the distress on her face he reaches for hand in a show of comfort and support. “You made it out though.” It’s an obvious enough statement but said softly enough it’s more a reassurance than anything. “Do you know who else is safe?” It’s a round about way of asking what he’s almost scared of: have they lost anyone.

With anyone else - especially the Black family - Andromeda would have been braced for an I told you so. She had learned as a child that her mistakes wouldn’t be forgive except by her sisters, and so she rarely admitted to them. It had been a revelation with Ted that he wouldn’t do the same thing, and even now, she sometimes had difficulty admitting to mistakes around him. But in this case, her recent history with him outweighed what had been taught from experience in the Black household, and she felt not worries that he would gloat about it.

She wanted him to hold her again, but she couldn’t bring herself to ask for that yet. And maybe he wanted to see her face while she spoke, a tactic that Andromeda used with Dora when she was especially concerned over her daughter. A quick look up from under her lashes informed her that Ted’s gaze was fixed steadily on her face. Tension was clear in the tightness of his jaw, and she couldn’t look at him for too long; she was already on edge and watching him just reminded her of what she had come so close to losing, and that brought the tears too close to the surface again.

“I did,” she said, a hint of surprise coloring the words. “I - Cissy and Reg - Narcissa and Regulus . . .” Could she use their nicknames again? Narcissa had seemed softer toward her tonight, but perhaps not. It was a sign of her emotional upheaval that her train of thought completely derailed for a few moments as she considered the implication of her sister and cousin’s actions in helping her escape the party, only belatedly continuing the explanation. “They got me out.” After a restless moment of shifting her weight, she curled her fingers into the front of his robes briefly then smoothed them out again, hands pressed flat against his chest. Her breathing had become more ragged again and she paused her explanation until it was steady enough to continue.

She didn’t want to answer the question. She’d seen the body and thinking about it, saying it, would make the events of the last few hours far too real. The war had been real before, of course; she’d seen the horrors and losses but this was different for some reason. “I didn’t see much,” she began, hedging her words slightly as if she could protect him - or herself - from the impact of them. “It was . . . I just wanted to get out. To get to you. I don’t know about anyone else but -” She paused, her voice catching with a sound suspiciously like a sob before she squelched it as ruthlessly as she could, given her fragile emotional state at the moment. “Dorcas - Dorcas Meadows. She’s . . . she’s gone.”

#convo #ted

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She’s observant enough to notice that Andromeda is quickly tiring of the conversation though she can’t truly bring herself to care either way when it was a topic so was so comfortable in. “Oh well that’s a shame.” There was something like sincerity in her words when she remembered all too clearly how much begged she’d had to do herself for her parents to consider quidditch a worthy pastime for their daughter but eventually persistence had paid off- if only to keep her quiet. “But my daddy said the same thing- you just have to start small.” It’s almost encouraging the way she says the words though Emma doesn’t doubt that the girl’s mother might not thank her for it if she truly is as clumsy as it sounds. Still, she didn’t see why that should stop her from trying.

“It has it’s merits as much as any of the other positions. Though there is something rather nice about having the power to end the game.” The polite smile on her lips does little to hide the clear satisfaction she gets from that one little bit of power that she has without fail every match. In her mind it’s only the beginning of her calling the shots more and more, others eventually answering to her just like all those players on the field have to whenever she catches the snitch in her manicured hands. “Yes it does. I would even go as far to say as most of us thrive under it.” It was odd to think of the woman in front of her as a Slytherin still when she seemed to have set ambition aside for love of all things.

Dora’s hair flickered at the edges, pink flaring along the edges as a sign of her interest, and excitement at the encouragement. Andromeda didn’t say anything because she knew how futile it was to argue with Dora when she had something in her mind, and because it was important to let her interests develop. Ted was almost certainly right; Dora was clumsy on the best days, and the thought of her on a broomstick didn’t bring comfort to either parent. But she could learn that on her own. She nodded at Emma’s words, clearly agreeing with them rather than her parents’ statements. “I’m gonna tell him that!”

They’d have to get her a little broom. Andromeda frowned slightly, uncertain about whether she wanted to broach that subject. Maybe she could ask Molly if they had one. “I think I would have enjoyed that, if I played. Or being a Chaser, maybe.” Andromeda’s words were absent, as her focus was mostly on the problem of a broom for Dora rather than the conversation at hand. But she was aware of it enough to nodd at the comment, remembering well how things worked in the Slytherin common room. She, at least, had been a regular procrastinator and finished most of her assignments more at the last minute simply because the pressure made her work. “I think that’s true. I certainly thrived at St. Mungo’s, and there’s little more high-pressure than the hospital.”

#convo #emma vanity #idk about that gif?

tcdxtonks:

02:10 || 01/04/79 || St Mungos

If there was panic in his eyes it wasn’t from the people that kept pouring through the door but rather from the snippets of information that were flying around the place while he tended to person upon person. Word like ball and names like Selwyn and Black kept meeting his ears and it was enough to almost drive him to distraction with worry when he knew that was exactly where Andromeda had been. Except he reminded himself that was good at his job and these people needed his help and came to an inner compromise that if he heard no clearer news that he’d end up going to look for her.

So far the only information they’d been given was almost an hour earlier and that had just been to prepare themselves for a flood of victims, no further information shared as to why so many were coming through their doors bloodied, bruised and battered. It was chaotic despite all of their best efforts to keep a system and order to keep panic to a minimum but there were people everywhere, some that needed help and others who were in varying states of distress looking for their friends or loved ones.

Finishing up on the patient he was currently looking after, resetting their arm and telling them to stay put a few hours in one of the rooms that had been set aside, Ted walks through the corridor with his eyes dancing over individuals as he looks for someone who needs his attention. But that looking comes to an end as soon as his gaze lands on a familiar face, the very one he’d been longing to see and his pace picks up to cover the distance between them as quickly as possible. “Dromeda.” Her name is more exhaled than truly spoken, relief leaving him almost speechless when he’d never been a man of words at the best of times. Instead blue eyes travelled over her to check for injuries before he took her hand and headed to an empty room. Only then did he pull her into his arms before pressing a kiss to the top of her head.

“You’re alright.” It was more of a statement than a question, not sure yet how much he wanted to hear about what had happened. For a moment he stays like that, letting the relative silence and quiet of the moment calm his nerves enough until he can pull back and ask the question he’s already dreading the answer to. Taking a breath, Ted brushes his thumb over his wife’s cheek before speaking. “Want to tell me what happened?”

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After the terror at the Selwyn ball, Andromeda only wanted to see Ted. Dora was safely with her grandfather for the night and there was no reason to think they had suffered. The attacks had been centered on the ball and Diagon Alley; surely Andromeda's Muggle father-in-law was safe. She couldn't go to Dora in this state anyway. By sheer force of will, Andromeda had suppressed her fear so that she, Regulus, and Narcissa could escape. But it was only a matter of time before she broke down, and Dora couldn't see that.

There was only one person that Andromeda wanted to see: Ted. She could afford to lose control around him, and she needed his reassurance. Somewhere in the back of her mind she wondered when she had accepted that her emotions we safe with him. Not that the knowledge make it easier to be vulnerable with him, but sure knew she could.

He had stayed at St. Mungo’s for the night so she went there after leaving her cousin and sister. The hospital was a madhouse and it took her a moment to locate him in the crowd. But then she saw him, and it felt like all the tension in her body dissolved. The tears she had kept at bay all night filled her eyes as she moved toward him. His gaze on her was almost a physical touch - a comfort after the crazed expressions she'd seen at the ball. Her fingers trembled as he took her hand but she didn't say anything as she followed him to an empty room. The experience was too personal to discuss in public, and she knew she would start crying. She didn't want anyone else to see that.

With a shuddering sigh, she relaxed into his arms, wrapping her own around him as well. When they were together like this, nothing else mattered. It has always been that way for her; with Ted, she could forget anything and focus only on him and their love. “I'm not hurt,” she echoed, pressing her face against his chest to postpone the inevitable moment. She didn't want to relive the night, to explain what had happened, but she knew she needed to. So when he asked, she nodded mutely and fixed her eyes on his chest. The embrace had been too short, and she already missed the warmth of his arms, but she didn't say that.

Where did she start? So much had happened, and she could barely stand to remember it. So best to start with the worst of it, she supposed. “He was there,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper. “He was - he was - I thought I was going to die.”

#convo #ted #that got wordy #and i apologie that andromeda is the most dramatic person in the history of the world?#to be fair she was very frightened #death tw #idk if it needs to be tagged as a trigger?#but better safe than sorry

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hazed | bellatrix & andromeda

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blackestdevotions:

She hadn’t expected her to stay.

Seeing Andromeda this way was bringing up a gamut of emotions she hadn’t expected. It wasn’t something that she wanted to think about, but really there was no denying it; Bellatrix Lestrange missed her sisters. There was a deep sense of humanity and caring buried deep within her, corroded underneath large steel towers that had long since grown around the organ people referred to as a heart. As a child Andromeda and Narcissa had been the sole driving force behind every choice that she made. And the truth of it was, however disturbing and horrifying as it was, they still were.

Bella had always prided herself on her strength. In the world she lived and moved within, to be strong was to be powerful, to be safe. A childhood built on anger and disappointment had done its part in that. Through it all she had her bright spots, the stars that burned strong and powerfully in her sisters. That had always been the way of things. She wished for them to be strong, to be independent, more than they were expected to be. As much as she hated t, Andromeda had done just that.

And fuck if it wasn’t easy to pretend otherwise, before. To consider her betrayal a personal offense had been so simple, until moments before. Nymphadora had inexplicably altered things no matter how she desperately craved to justify otherwise; the sadistic piece of her, running rampant and screaming viciously as it always did within her, desperately craved to harm the child. To harm Andromeda, hurt her in the way she had been hurt. But the way in which the woman in front of her was so familiar, it was the way she had regarded Narcissa throughout her blonde angel’s entire life.

Her jaw clenched shut yet again, at the way Andromeda responded, to the mention of Cygnus Black. The madness which ran through him had coursed throughout his eldest’s veins for years, no matter how resentful she became. And then, there it was, a question that only served to catch uncomfortable pain in her throat. Her heart craved for another shot, no matter what her pride had to say about it. It was that above all else that had progressively destroyed Bellatrix Lestrange, over the years: the inexplicable need to have her sisters, damn the consequences. And fuck her, if once again that blew up.

She was very rarely at a loss for words, but to explain in a way Andromeda might believe seemed more difficult than likely. “It means I offer my protection. The promise no harm can come to her.” She said, a curt nod toward the currently distracted child, voice low as to not attract her attention. “And, perhaps we can… develop some sense of family again.” The additional words nearly fell silent, not for shame, or disgust, but out of the fear she may be tossed aside again. “Andromeda, if easier, don’t trust me. Watch me like a hawk until I prove my honesty, if it offers peace of mind.” It was an offer that nearly made her skin crawl, always far too independent to enjoy close observation. But this, this was a complicated situation, one which even she could accept might include compromises otherwise not made.

This was such an odd dance they performed, circling topics and skirting around past hurts. If it weren’t for the overwhelming need for her sister’s love, Andromeda wouldn’t have chanced it; too much opportunity to hurt each other, too much temptation for both of them. But for Bella . . . she remembered, years ago, when Bella had promised they wouldn’t turn into their parents and yet, wasn’t that exactly what had happened? Andromeda took more after their mother, withdrawing into herself and shutting out others; Bella was like their father, with the explosive temper and ability to cling to a grudge.

She didn’t want to become her mother. Andromeda had always been afraid of that more than almost anything - she had no qualms about turning into Cygnus but Druella . . . Andromeda had so much of her mother inside her. That had kept her up nights during her pregnancy, what had driven her to tears more times than she could count, and now she had a chance to subvert all of that. It would be a travesty not to at least try. And Dora - Andromeda’s eyes landed on her daughter, whose hair had lightened to pink as she examined the flowers growing between the cobblestones. Dora could know her aunts the way she was meant to and that was all that Andromeda wanted.

A promise from Bellatrix Lestrange meant something, and there was old magic involved in promises like that. Not that Andromeda consciously decided based on bits of half-forgotten lore. Her choice was more pragmatic, with the concept of protection for Dora and the chance to reunite with her sister. It wasn’t as much a question of trust - no matter what she decided, Andromeda knew that it would take time to build that trust up again. The decision was made - it had been made from the moment the offer even started to take place, but it took time to bring the words up. After years of suppressing any mention or even thought of her family that she almost couldn’t bring herself to say it now. Her eyes rested on Dora as she took several breaths in the silence that built up between them; heart pounding, fingers trembling, she didn’t know if she could bring herself to say it.

“All right.” The words came out in a low, almost pained whisper. “All right. I want - I want to try. I miss . . .” As her voice trailed off, she cut her gaze over to Bella again, letting the words linger in the air and her eyes, though she couldn’t bring herself to say them aloud. “I will watch you,” she added absently, “It’s not - it’s not trust, but . . . Dora.” Her daughter’s safety was more important than anything else, although she knew Bella would have a hard time truly understanding that. “How do we . . . where do we start? What do we do?” Despite the years that had separated them, Andromeda fell almost instinctively into old roles, allowing Bella to take the lead as she had done when they were children.

#para #hazed #bella

emmaxvcnity:

“Well then I must thank you for your integrity.” Perhaps her words should have been more sincere despite how they appeared to ring true. It wasn’t so much that she didn’t value integrity so much as she found it to be the easiest way to be seen as weak- it meant putting morals above your own game and missing opportunities and that was something that she would never catch herself doing. If there was one thing she’d learnt from her parents, it was to put yourself first because no one else - not even family would extend that courtesy. So a part of her thought Andromeda to be almost foolish for it, though perhaps that shouldn’t surprise her when she was talking to a woman who had turned her back on the society she held so close to her heart.

Noting the little girl’s interest had perked up, Emma couldn’t help but indulge her slightly when if she had any soft spots it was for little girls interested in quidditch. “Just wait until you get to Hogwarts and see it played there.” There was a knowing grin across her lips, remembering how much she’d been captivated by the professional game but there was something special about watching classmates play and letting rivalries loose. “I’m a seeker- I tend to do well under pressure and with my size it seems to work quite well.”

Andromeda nodded with a very small smile. She didn’t trust Emma Vanity as far as she could throw her, but it wasn’t as if the younger witch was trying to get into her good graces - or vice versa. All Andromeda really wanted was to make it through this - endless - conversation without unnecessary drama. And if it gave Dora a little bit of enjoyment, that would be nice. It took a lot more to spark her daughter’s interest now, but Quidditch seemed to do the trick. Maybe she and Ted could take Dora to a game sometime soon. They needed a family outing.

Dora’s smile grew a little bigger at the mention of Hogwarts. Although she was only five, she had begun begging for school stories - a tricky topic for the Tonks family. But Ted had enough to satisfy her. “I wanna play but Daddy says I’ll prob’ly fall off my broom.” Given the frequency with which Dora tripped over her own two feet, Ted’s pronouncement seemed fair enough, in the parents’ eyes. “I never really pursued Quidditch, but Seeker always seemed like a very interesting position.” Her parents had felt Quidditch beneath the Black daughters, and Andromeda didn’t care enough to fight that pronouncement. With a wry smile, she added, “And I’m sure you do well under pressure. It seems to be a common quality for Slytherins.”

#convo #emma vanity

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Revelation | Orion & Andromeda

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orionblvck:

It dawned on Orion that there was nothing he could say to make Andromeda feel even an inkling of sympathy, anything to sway her in the lightest. Part of him was almost proud that she was standing up to him of all people, holding her ground like a Black should. Why did it have to be his niece in front of him? Why couldn’t he make her understand? He stayed silent, his nostrils flaring as he narrowed his eyes up at her. His anger had begun to wain during the isolation, but seeing Andromeda now only cause it to flare up.

“It has been tainted. Because of you. If you didn’t leave your family behind maybe she would of had a chance,” Orion’s face slowly turned neutral, only his eyes giving away the hurt he felt. Just as Andromeda felt comfortable enough to let her guard down around him, Orion had felt it too, but that was so long ago. She was like a daughter to him. Even when he tried to hide his favoritism among his nieces, it always came to light somehow. Truthfully, Orion didn’t think he could stomach to kill Dora, if for some reason he was ever ordered to, but that didn’t mean he was wrong. “If you’re lucky, perhaps the Dark Lord will only demand your husband’s life.”

Did he really believe any of this? Andromeda remembered when she lived at home and listened to her parents spout their blood purity nonsense. But she had never truly believed in it - it was just words, background noise. The things they said to fill the silence and be considered proper by their peers. Not until she went to Hogwarts and started making friends outside the pureblood circles had she come to realize that people truly believed what they said about Muggleborns and Muggles - and how dangerous and painful those beliefs were. “If I hadn’t left the Blacks, she wouldn’t exist. There’s a little girl who has so much magic in her and has such a strong heart and we only have her because I fell in love with Ted Tonks.” Her voice had lost its fire. She believed her words, of course, but fighting with her uncle had drained her more than she thought should be possible in the short amount of time that they had been talking.

“If I’m lucky, he’ll be destroyed and that will never happen. Do you truly think he would be satisfied with just Ted? He won’t be satisfied until you’ve murdered most of the world, and even then . . .” She shook her head tiredly. If Orion thought the Dark Lord would ever truly be satisfied, he was a fool. The bloodlust wouldn’t ever be sated - it would be Muggles, or Muggleborns, and then halfbloods. Blood traitors. Even his Death Eaters would become the targets at some point. “Are you hurt? That’s why I’m here. I’m meant to - to check you medically.” The arguing had grown old and wearisome and she didn’t have the heart for it any longer.

#para #revelation #orion black

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remedial | katrina & andromeda

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For a long moment, Katrina felt as if she had lost all ability to speak. It wasn’t that there was nothing she longed to say - quite the opposite, really - but there was so much. And she knew Andromeda was right, of course she did. So few people understood what it was like, to leave home, to have grown up in the sort of homes they had. Even those who had, it wasn’t the same. She trusted Andromeda, more than anyone. The woman was the closest that Katrina had to a best friend these days, even if she was rubbish at showing it.

Long fingers carefully wrapped around the cup as she took it, a small but grateful smile going in Andromeda’s direction as she seated herself in the offered chair. It was so obsolete, but the tea gave something to focus on, something to help ensure Katrina’s hands remained steady. A crapshot, really, but it was more than seemed available most days. “It’s… it isn’t just one thing, really.” She spoke, finally, finding a miracle in the fact her voice was holding its own. Quiet still, but loud enough – and not shaking, thank Merlin, no longer shaking.

Because really - there were too many things, she didn’t know where to begin. There was the fact Katrina was currently living with Emmeline, which in and of itself was fine, until they had become…whatever it was that they were, until her heart had once again started making decisions for her. Or there was how Charles Parkinson had been brought in for evaluation during one of her night shifts, that she’d only narrowly avoided seeing him. How part of her so desperately wanted to tap into the lies her mother had once told, immediately after her disappearance, to return home… How some days she wished she was dead.

“I don’t even know where to start.”

It took longer than she anticipated, but that wasn’t a problem. Andromeda didn’t mind waiting; she had learned patience as a girl, because nothing happened quickly or easily in the Black household. And as serious as this seemed, it was only fair that Katrina take her time to gather her thoughts. It gave Andromeda time to do that as well - not nearly as successfully, of course. She could hardly imagine any advice without knowing what was going on.

She fell to fidgeting, a terrible habit that Druella Black had been unable to completely erase. Setting the cup aside, Andromeda began straightening the parchment and quills on the desk, then smoothing her robes down over her legs. “I’m not surprised,” she said, once Katrina had broken the silence. Turning to look at her friend, Andromeda offered a sympathetic expression; in her own life, nothing seemed to be isolated and singular. Any time something went wrong, it was immediately followed by multiple other issues as well. “It’s rarely just one thing, especially now.” She shifted her teacup into a different position, a slight frown wrinkling her brow as the silence grew again.

“Well . . .” she didn’t want to pry, but maybe it would be better. She had tried silence, after all, and Katrina didn’t seem any closer to articulating her concerns than before. “Is it the Parkinsons?” That would make sense - Andromeda knew that whenever the Blacks were around, her own fears multiplied and left her feeling frozen again. “Or is it work? I know everything has been a madhouse around here.” As evidenced by her presence. She did occasionally consider coming back, but Dora always won - they would need to start homeschooling in earnest soon. “Personal?” She couldn’t remember the last time Katrina had mentioned seeing anyone or even going on a date. “It doesn’t have to make sense at first, Katrina. You can just start talking.”

#para #remedial #katrina parkinson

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Congratulations | Rod & Andromeda

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lestrangexrod:

It wasn’t an unfamiliar feeling for Rodolphus, to have eyes watching his every move. He carried himself in a way that made others look upon him in both envy and admiration. However, now he couldn’t leave the house without people gazing at him, whispering conspiratorially. Some voices had an air of contempt, whereas as he could hear uncertainly in others; it may not be out-rightly popular to support Rodolphus Lestrange, but his following was greater than many thought. He was young enough to seem revolutionary, but his policies maintained the things people were used to. The issue of his involvement with the Death Eaters grew more insignificant every day. Still, he would have to maintain a positive public imagine until then, which meant civility towards everyone.

Normally that wouldn’t be too difficult, Rodolphus could be an agreeable man when it suited him, but of course his luck would lead to an impromptu meeting with one Andromeda Tonks. There he was, sitting on a bench in diagon alley, minding his own business and trying to create an air of normality for himself, when she plopped down beside him. It was obvious she was unaware of his being there, but that did little to make the situation any less uncomfortable. “Andromeda.” He nodded cordially in greeting, voice achingly polite. “Yes, thank you. I’m sure the election will be rather interesting.” Rodolphus was so tempted to lash out, to sneer out a snarky ‘I’m sure I can count on your vote’, but he managed to keep his emotions in check. “I assume you know by now that I love a good challenge.”

It was almost odd to listen to him speak to her in such a polite tone, unlike their last several encounters. Andromeda didn’t actually like it though - it brought back painful memories of the past, when their interactions were polite and friendly. The past had been dragged up in front of her eyes far too often lately and it made her present life only that much more painful. Averting her gaze, she eyed the list again as a pretense, but hardly registered what she had written down on it. “Interesting,” she echoed thoughtfully. Hardly the word she would use to describe it, but that wasn’t really the point. “I suppose that’s as accurate a description as any other, isn’t it?”

He was very confident, and he had reason to be. If it were just Rod and Millicent, she honestly didn’t know if she would think Millicent had a chance. Rod was charismatic and had sway with the purebloods. “Yes, I am well aware of your love of a challenge,” she muttered, folding the parchment and then smoothing it back down again. “That should come in well as you run against your in-laws, shouldn’t it? And Millicent - she has a good bit of support, doesn’t she?”

#congratulations #para #rodolphus lestrange

emmaxvcnity:

It really was all lost on her but she still didn’t miss the strained nature of her smile or laugh. “Well of course. I’m quite sure that she does.” Another smile is flashed Andromeda’s way, it had become far too easy for her over the years to maintain her cordiality without it ever getting chinked or dented. Most of the time it was simply because she was rarely invested in any interactions although this one could yet prove to be somewhat informative if thing went a certain way. “I know I have certainly only started to notice my mother’s crown slipping recently.” It was a lie when she’d always considered her parents to be far more flawed than appearances ever indicated but as always it flows off her tongue seamlessly and sounds as convincing as if she were swearing it on her life.

The topic returns to her and with it all of her ease in taking command of it while still trying to sound at least a little bit modest. After all, while it might be her last name vanity was not all that becoming. “Yes, I am rather pleased. I can only hope that my luck continues and I keep improving.” In Emma’s mind, luck had nothing to do with it. In fact she had almost convinced herself that there was no such thing. Only hard work, determination and pure talent- all three she ensured she had in abundance. “She has good taste then.” Once more there’s a smile before she lowers her voice slightly. “They’re my favourite- though naturally I never said such a thing.” Her loyalty was a fickle thing and it was rare to achieve so whilst she was happy to work alongside her current teammates, they were simply a means to an end and she’d happily leave them in a heartbeat should the opportunity allow.

“Well, that’s reassuring.” Was it though? Was it even honest? Andromeda remembered very well when she realized that her mother was far from perfect, and that they would never be close. She had been far younger than Emma, and not much older than Dora. But she had made a promise that she’d do better than Druella Black and so far . . . she liked to think she was doing better. None of that was information that needed to be made public, however, and especially not to someone like Emma Vanity.

Dora’s interest had perked a bit when the conversation turned to Quidditch. Her clumsiness, already evident, prevented her from participating in sports on a team, but Quidditch was something she loved. This conversation was far easier to maintain; Emma didn’t seem to struggle with talking about herself, and it kept the topics away from anything personal for Andromeda. “Of course you didn’t. I would never betray someone’s trust like that.” And that was accurate - it wouldn’t be fair or right to give away anything like that. “What position do you play?”

#convo #emma vanity

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Birthday Wishes | Amos & Andromeda

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amxsdxggory:

A jet of green light had changed everything. World shifting as the reality of what they were facing had sunk in with bitter clarity. Perhaps he ought to have always known what the war would cost them – after all, he had the nightmares that followed him ever since New Year’s burned in his mind. Only now they were real, and all that he could see every time he closed his eyes was Dorcas’ body collapsing. It’d made him throw himself into his work. Seeking distraction in the need to gain an advantage in whatever way they could – because Merlin knew there were so many people he couldn’t bear to lose.

Company, however, still seemed to come to pull him out of his tendency to recluse himself with only Cedric to keep him from being alone. Part of him knew that he needed the gentle reminder, but it was difficult to form one of his familiar grins or offer advice when he felt so entirely out of his depth. But he tried, and perhaps that was the most that he could do.

A surprised smile slid over tired features as his gaze lowered to find the little girl who’d been steadily knocking on his door. Just as Cedric continuously did, with their innocent eyes and laughter that seemed to radiate everywhere, the children he knew were the ones who kept his spirits filled with an irreplaceable hope. This was what they were fighting for, even more so than themselves. And while he knew how difficult it must’ve been for Andromeda to leave the comfort of her home when so much remained dangerous, he was thrilled to see the two standing on his doorstep, especially after how long it’d been since they’d all been able to meet up.

“Look at how big you’ve gotten!” Lifting Dora up into his arms, he gave her a little spin before pretending to grunt a little at the effort, although no doubt the grin on his features gave away that he was simply teasing her. “It’s good to see you two, c’mon in.” Holding the door ajar, he set down the little girl, although he was leaning down to her height just as soon. “Ced’s in the living room with some paints if you want to see him.” He knew how well the two got on, and he couldn’t be more thankful for the joy the both of them brought each other.

As he stood back up, his attention turned to Andy, smile flickering a little at the edges because she was one of the few who knew the struggle of being a parent in the middle of the war. For as much joy seeing them brought her, he knew that they were all struggling at the moment and he wished that he could simply absolve all of their worries. “Everything’s alright on your end?” Of course, the question came with the implicit gesture of help should she ever need it.

Amos looked as tired as Andromeda felt - as tired as Ted looked. Like the rest of them, honestly. The past weeks had been such a trial simply to live through, and she knew Amos had been far more involved in everything than she and Ted had been. Once they were home after the disastrous parties, they simply focused on their little family and little else. Andromeda hadn’t even been able to force herself to go to the funeral - it made everything far too real, and she didn’t want to face that. But at this particular moment, all of that felt very far away.

Dora was laughing at Amos as he picked her up, arms going around his neck for a tight hug that did little to disguise her excitement about seeing Cedric again. “Daddy said I grew! We measured me. He said I’ll be taller than Mummy soon.” Her eyes turned in Andromeda’s direction thoughtfully, as if measuring how long it would be before Dora was that height. Her interest was arrested at the mention of Cedric, however, and in mere seconds, she was running in that direction. Dora had boundless energy but she was learning to harness it for useful endeavors and painting was becoming something of an obsession for her.

“Be careful, Dora! You’ll have paint all over your living room, Amos. I apologize in advance for that.” Dora tried so hard but she was a living accident - forever spilling and tripping and breaking things at home. “I have a spell that usually manages to clean anything up, if she does make a mess. I hope you don’t have the same problems with Ced when he’s older.” Andromeda was babbling, and she knew it. It was partly simply because of the truth of the matter - her house was still always clean, but not the same pristinely clean that it had been once upon a time. But part of it was simply to postpone the moment she had to answer his question.

Andromeda wasn’t really alright - neither was Ted. Nothing was alright at the moment but they had agreed not to spread their concerns. And since most of it was related to Aversio, at least on Andromeda’s end, she couldn’t speak of it anyway. Somehow, she felt that Amos wouldn’t approve of their involvement, and she didn’t want to think about his disappointment. “We’re tired, and . . . sad, I suppose. Like everyone else.” It wasn’t a real answer, but it was all she could manage at the moment, and she hoped Amos wouldn’t push it. “The - the parties . . .” She couldn’t even think of how to finish that sentence, honestly. “We’re trying to lay low until it’s blown over a bit. How are you and Ced managing?”

#para #birthday wishes #amos diggory

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Alastor && Andromeda | The reasons why we fight

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constantvigilancex:

Alastor never had kids, and at this point he was sure he was never going to have them. There had been a time when he had thought he would get married, settled down, and have kids. But everything had changed in the blink of an eye. Even if he was never a parent he had watched over and taken care of enough kids to understand what the little girl was trying to do. And even if he had never interacted with a child, it would be clear what she wanted to accomplish, as she was currently pulling his hand to get him to start walking. “Where are you trying to go?” Alastor wondered out loud before looking down at the girl, “what’s your name kid?” he tried to assess the girl’s age, but that he had never been good at.

“Nymphadora uh?” he asked the little girl when the woman that had rushed to their side unknowingly answered his question. At the sight of the girl changing the color of her hair Alastor could not help but raise and eyebrow. It was a good thing the child lived in a magical community, or at least that was could be inferred from finding her and her mother at Diagon Alley. It wasn’t until he took a good look at the woman’s face, that he recognized the mother, and was able to determine that the girl must be Ted Tonks child. Alastor knew Ted from work. They were not exactly friends, but the young father was of the few people Alastor believed to be honest within the ministry. Andromeda on the other hand was still an enigma to Alastor. “Andromeda” he said with a polite nod, “it’s no trouble” Alastor lied, he would’ve preferred if the girl would let go of his hand, but she still had a firm grip.

“Strong too” Alastor looked down at the girl again and gave her a small smile, “here’s your mum, you can let go on me now” he said hoping this interaction would end soon, he would excuse himself and everyone would go their own way. But the girl only squeezed his hand tighter and continued to try to get him to move. Alastor turned back his attention towards Andromeda. Andromeda Tonks, Alastor had met her as Andromeda Black, the second child of Cygnus and Druella. And while Alastor had been close to Orion while growing up, he had never been close, or even remotely friendly with Cygnus. So he never knew Andromeda the way he did Sirius and Regulus, interacting with them since they were younger than Dora. “That’s quite the talent she’s got there” Alastor said to Andromeda motioning towards the red ends of the girl’s hair, “how you do that Nymphadora?” he asked the girl in a soft voice, her small hand still holding his.

“Don’t call me Nymphadora!” The red tips flared into an entire head full of bright red hair, and it gave Dora a distinctly odd look, with her hair in quite wild curls around her head and the garish shade. Her scowl took in both the adults, but it was obvious that the brunt of her anger was directed at her mother, who knew better. Dora gave Andromeda another scowl and tightened her hold on Moody’s hand.

Andromeda really ought to have made Dora let go, but she didn’t care about that at the moment. It was pointless to give Dora orders like that anyway, as became evident when Moody told her to let go and she refused. Dora liked to befriend the strangest of people, and she had never met a stranger. Now that Moody was on the receiving end of her affection, he wouldn’t be free any time soon. And truthfully, Andromeda appreciated the slight buffer. She didn’t know Moody well, and had always felt a bit of judgement coming from him; she didn’t blame him, or anyone who mistrusted the Blacks but it had grown old to deal with the suspicious looks all the time. After her marriage and the five years with Ted and Dora, she thought she should have earned a little bit of trust.

“She prefers Dora,” Andromeda said flatly, after a stern look in her daughter’s direction. It was too early for arguing though, so she didn’t push the issue. “And she is very talented.” With that, a hint of pride crept into her voice; despite the early hour and her frustration, Andromeda was still a bit vain regarding Dora’s talents - Metamorphmagi were rare enough, and she still couldn’t quite believe that Dora had the talent. Especially considering what any pureblood would say regarding her parentage. Dora shrugged in answer to the question and Andromeda added, “No one really knows how she does it, actually. Ted and I have done research but it’s such an unknown area of magic that nothing had any real answers.”

With Dora showing no sign of wanting to let go, Andromeda steeled herself for an awkward conversation. Just based on reputation, she didn’t think Moody was the easiest person to get along with, and his manner so far had done nothing to disprove her suspicions. “Are we interrupting anything?” Perhaps Dora could be coerced into letting go if she knew Moody was busy - not very likely, but it could happen.

#para #alastor moody #the reasons why we fight

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hazed | bellatrix & andromeda

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blackestdevotions:

This was a risky game, Bella was playing - so many consequences building the destruction of the Black sisters, almost inconsequential. It was almost pathetic, how desperately she seemed to be grasping at the rationalizations that seemed determined to be made, like gripping smoke in a wind tunnel. And it was disgustingly terrifying, in a way she had never imagined feeling; the desire to know the curious child Andromeda and the non-wizard spawn had produced, so small, a half-breed, capable of such talent already. To know this Andromeda, since surely, she had done nothing less than they had planned. Fuck, Bella no.

It was unlike anything their parents had taught them. Unknown, and Bellatrix Lestrange detested things she could not control.

Now, this – this was not something wholly in her hands. Andromeda held a very pricey weight of this game. Except it wasn’t a game now, was it? Surely not, or she’d have won; that was the intent of everything, anymore; all to win. But what was the prize, here, other than a curiously confused child and a mother who was too familiar to ignore? Why did it seem that the only thing to be won was the very thing they had lost, the day Andromeda decided something could be worth more than the bond they had shared.

Bellatrix felt her jaw clench at her words. Andromeda didn’t trust her, and really, she didn’t have to. No matter what may have felt owed, at the end of the day, her Andy had abandoned her. Had in her wake driven Bella to do the one thing she had vowed not to, marry, lose the title of Black. While Rodolphus was a wonderful partner, an equal – one whom viewed her as such, who granted respect and trust even without love - it was not what she’d wanted. Seven hells, none of this was, but there could be no admittance, no turning back now. Too much time had passed since taking the mark.

“Trust me, don’t trust me, that’s your decision.” She said, voice level, closing off ever so slightly. Taking a hint of the frozen edge it so often did, these days. Because Andromeda was right, tossing her own words at her in a bitter sense. She didn’t know her, not anymore. Bellatrix Lestrange was a far cry from the Bella Black of childhood. Cruel, vicious, a Death Eater. So much, too much, had changed since Andromeda walked out. “She is not in danger of me, Andromeda, whether you believe it or not.”

“I am not our father.” She finally spoke, voice low – not threatening, but quiet. Another unfortunate glimpse at Bella resurfacing. Proof she still existed, no matter how buried beneath hostility, the implications of truly dark magic, the sister Andromeda had known. Had even loved, before the day that Bellatrix was no longer enough. “We were part of one another once. That didn’t change simply because of what we’ve become whether you admit it to yourself or not si–”

For fuck’s sake woman, pull it together.

Andromeda’s attention was almost wholly focused on Bellarix by now. Dora was still in her periphery, but had lost interest in the adults’ conversation and was squatting down to examine the plants growing between cracks underfoot. And it was just as well that she was so distracted because Andromeda was losing the ability to control her emotions. She had done so well in the past at simply repressing them, for the most part, and putting her energy toward Ted and Dora. It wasn’t possible to do that anymore though, with Bella staring right at her. It was so odd. She had known Bella so intimately as a child and a younger woman and there were similarities still - moments that it was her sister Bella standing there. But it was also far too obvious that years had passed between that closeness and the present, because in most moments, she didn’t recognize Bellatrix Lestrange.

If she were a wiser woman, Andromeda would admit defeat and leave. Surely it had been too long to patch up their relationship now - though she had hopes for her relationship with Narcissa, the youngest of the Black girls had always been softer than the eldest. It was more likely that Narcissa could understand why Andromeda had done it - Narcissa would be a mother someday, and come to know the same overpowering love for a child. Bella had never been interested in children; her love had been used up on her sisters, and she wouldn’t have made the same choices that Andromeda did even if she had a child. A wiser woman would have walked away, but Andromeda Tonks couldn’t bring herself to do that. Perhaps it was the last vestiges of the Blacks in her, or perhaps it was stubbornness, or perhaps it was just a longing for her sister’s love again. But she chose to stay and try again.

Flinching at the tone, Andromeda dropped her gaze to the ground in an attempt to gather her own thoughts and emotions before a response. It wasn’t so simple as just choosing to trust or not trust, she wanted to protest - but again, Bella wouldn’t understand. It was Dora that took up Andromeda’s concerns now. Her own safety didn’t matter in the light of her daughter’s, and she couldn’t play so lightly with her daughter’s life. Before she could even begin a protest, however, Bella flung more words out - words that managed to pierce through Andromeda’s defenses. A harsh breath caught in her throat at the mention of their father; Cygnus Black had shattered her sense of safety and serenity, and undoubtedly would be pleased to know that she still suffered from it.

“Don’t mention him,” she hissed, glancing up with eyes bright from unshed tears. She didn’t want to cry in front of Bellatrix Lestrange, least of all over their father. And how could Bella say something like that when she had been following Andromeda just as surely as Cygnus had? Perhaps her motivations were different but the action was the same. It took a moment before she could register the tone, and some of the tension drained from her. “I’m sorry. I just - I can’t . . .” There were things that she couldn’t think about, and Cygnus Black was one of them. But she couldn’t deny the truth that they were part of each other still, despite everything. And she wanted that more than anything - aside from safety for Ted and Dora. She took a fortifying breath. “What - what does it look like? If I choose to trust you? What does that mean for us, for Dora?” Not entirely giving in, but it was more than she had offered even moments ago - the most she could offer yet, until she felt more assured of her daughter’s safety.

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