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         “Like I expect you to be a rational, reasonable grown up capable of saying when something upsets her, rather than running away from it all only to try and make it up to me by writing some letter later?” Ted scoffed, shaking his head. He felt so tired, and not for the first time wondered how he managed to keep going like this. “Then I don’t have much else to say, Dromeda.” Which was probably what she wanted. For him to just shut up.

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“At least I say something after.” Andromeda said after a long moment. It wasn’t an attack, just a statement--soft with the sort of nauseous undercurrent of something long dismissed bubbling up. “I run away but I write it down later. I make sure you know you matter. Every day. I write it down every day.”

She didn’t come from a family who did that sort of thing--it was better not to express this base of neediness, this pile of honest affection. She had thought there wasn’t much to give up from home. She hadn’t thought this flat would remind her so much of it. “I suppose,” She said very slowly and kept her eyes towards the windowsill. “You’ve been telling me what you really feel everyday?”

It felt like criticism. She was trying to do better, or figure out how to do things which did not come naturally--but it hurt. It was exhausting. She never felt as though she even brushed success--and Ted always knew.

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“ I’m not in the mood. ” Sirius quickens his pace, trying to elude or put off the person trailing behind him. Sirius knows who they are, of course, but he can’t bring himself to turn back and regard them. To do so would mean confronting something he does not wish to confront.

“Well,” Andromeda snorted, letting her feet stutter to a stop. “I suppose thats all fine, then. Master-Former-Black.” She waved a hand in a dismissive goodbye as she turned and started off again.

 Childish thing, sentimentality and she tried very hard to avoid it at all costs--but ...but...

Surely even her former sisters would understand. Not that they did. Or would. Because neither Black on this street were family anymore. And Andromeda had long learned not to chase when someone didn’t want the conversation.

Luckily there was the shopping to do and that was always a good distraction.

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“Mrs Tonks’s resemblance to her sister Bellatrix became much less pronounced: Her hair was a light soft brown and her eyes were wider and kinder.“

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A Groom For Two

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Narcissa giggled and nodded, nodded and giggled. “Very sure,” she said, pausing to grin toothily around the lip of her goblet. “Very, very sure,” she added, in case Andromeda wasn’t keeping up. “He is, as you say, pretty enough – barely!”

That wasn’t true at all; Lucius Malfoy was gorgeous. That was why Narcissa had started looking his way in the first place, of course; she would never have allowed herself to fall in love with anyone who wasn’t some measure of delectably attractive. And maybe she wasn’t exactly in love yet – but she was certainly enjoying her burgeoning infatuation, and wasn’t that quite nearly the same thing? Close enough for marriage, certainly.

Pulling herself together after Andromeda’s deliciously wicked insinuation was difficult (not helped, perhaps, but the rather larger than usual amount of widdershins wine she had consumed that evening) but Narcissa managed; this was a serious subject, after all! She settled herself more comfortably in the charming little loveseat that the two sisters had commandeered half-an-hour ago, and took another sip of her drink to fortify herself.

“Well,” Narcissa said breathily, “I believe that it would be only appropriate for him to start with said tongue – he is quite proud of how adeptly he uses it, you know.” She had to pause for another giggle, got distracted by the ridiculousness of comparing how Lucius doubtless used his silvered tongue at the Ministry versus how she intended him to make use of it, took a deep breath and forged on: “I suppose he ought to go up from there–”

A wicked gleam flashed like torchlight off black ice in Narcissa’s cool blue eyes. She tore her eyes away from the tall blonde wizard swanning across the dance floor with a flustered-looking elderly Mrs. Nott and smirked at her sister. “But maybe you’d do a better job of detailing what might come next, dearest?” Narcissa fluttered her eyelashes. “The voice of experience, and all that.”

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It hurt, a little to have her lack of discretion pointed out again--but it was a common thing, now, and Narcissa was trying to help bring her along. Andromeda had yet to apologize for having been found with a muggleborn in the garden at a party and she never would. 

She’d have to take the flack, and her lover’s screams after, until she died.

But until she died she could also use her experience, and ruined reputation, to her advantage. 

“He’s too pretty!” She complained and then frowned, considering and combining torrid romance novels with her own (surprisingly limited) experience. “I think what he’d do to you and what I’d do to him are completely different things. I think I’d want to... yes, I’d want to...” Another large sip of wine. It was already almost gone. “I’d want to break him open a bit first, I think. You know, there are ways men can be fucked, too.”

She finished off her wine and then ducked her lips next to her sisters ear, “Sister, think of it.” She was channeling Bellatrix now, with her wickedly bloody suggestions. She was so good at coy terror, Andromeda was aiming for something a little different but it felt the same, her heart was racing and something twisted inside. She thought it might be her morals, the flush of her face from the wine. “You finish sending off an owl, or you come home to that grand old estate in wherever-he-lives. The bedroom door is open wide and your husband is there.” She hesitated only a moment before leaning more fully into the story, keeping her voice a soft coo. “The sounds he makes are indecent, that silver tongue is put to rest. Or is it? There are your beautiful day robes you could put to the side and see what his mouth can do or then there’s the reset. His robes are ribbons, his cock hard and peach.”

She smiled, wondering if it would be horror or thrill that Cissa responded with, “I could give you that, do you want me to?”

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“Are you sure?” Andromeda had had more then a couple glasses of wine by this point at the party, settling her into a tipsy daze that let her shrug her posture into a slouch that half wrapped around her little sister. Or not so little, as it turned out, given she was letting Andromeda know just who she was intending to snatch up for marriage.

And thus snatch up for Andromeda, too. How embarrassing, Andromeda thought and picked another glass from a waiter. One indescression and then...what? A two for one. 

It was amazing Narcissa had agreed to it. But it would be a miracle if her potential husband agreed to it--given the secondary rule of no the sisters would not sleep together. A packaged deal, saving face, only went so far. 

“He is almost as pretty as you.” She continued, turning form her glass to burry her face half in Narcissa’s hair. “Or maybe half as pretty. And he clearly knows how to use his tongue but anything more then that?”

She might as well use her reputation as a harlot. “What do you imagine he might do with you, Cissa?”

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“Coat closet.” Andromeda said and pushed him back into it, having to rearrange a moment later when it turned out the door pulled out--not pushed in. There was something about this being her childhood home that made it better. Or maybe that had been the tobacco for the pipes--which Andromeda had taken, of course. 

She had taken everything that night. The offer for tobacco--normally for men only. The second glass of wine.

There were benefits for being the loose sister--greatest of which was this wizard. Probably, most likely. She laughed, crushing the coats behind them and scrambled with the edge of his robes. “I know you hate these.” She said, “But robes are better for a quickie.”

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"I've got you." (I can't decide between Narcissa and Snape, so you choose!)

She spat blood, grinding her teeth until she felt as though they were bound to shatter. Stupid, she thought, Stupid, stupid, stupid. It pulsed like a heart beat in her head, thrummed out through the bite taken out of her middle. It was too deep, she could tell that--peering down at it not with ... dismay, exactly, but vague surprise as though she didn’t recognize what had happened.

“Fuck,” Andromeda said at last, it came out harsh, single syllable, nonsense. She was grabbing at Narcissa’s shoulders, trying to scramble up into her even as her legs barely spasmed a kick against the ground. There was dust all round them and she wanted to take out her wand and banish it all. She wanted to white out the noise of her own pulse. She wanted...

To have not been so stupid to sign up for a bite. 

But that seemed like a small issue now. There was a bit of panic at the back of her throat, in the whites of her eyes. “Cissa, give me my wand.” She wasn’t sure  what she would do with it, but she would find something.

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“No, Ted, I’m positive this is the skipping rope song.”

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what are your character’s major flaws?

Andromeda has many flaws but she addresses them in two different ways. She might sit right down and go “Let me tell you all the ways I have messed up” or she might laugh, tilt her head up and fling her eyes to the ceiling, “Flaws? what flaws?”

Like most children of the Black Family (but not all, of course) Andromeda has a distinct difficulty in expressing emotions. Sure she readily expresses glee, satisfaction, contentedness, and sharpness...but its almost all a little muffled. Even while she might perceive herself as utterly cackling with joy others might see it as merely laughing lightly. While this might not seem like a large flaw, this can become a large issue when dealing with intimate relationships. It is difficult to present just normal human care and expressing fear or failure? Absolutely not.

To this end, Andromeda is willing to pick a fight to make herself feel better before asking for help. She’d literally rather risk taking a lift from some strange looking muggles if she ends up on the side of town she didn’t expect then to admit to her husband “I got on the wrong bus and now I am lost without my wand please help.” its this same stubbornness which lead her to throwing over her family in the first place (although she really does love Ted, she is not the innocent white lamb in the midst of the black)

That stubbornness can also be presented as possessiveness. Anther lovely mark of her childhood--there are certain people that are hers and to lose them would likely cause her to fall apart... or become quite a bit more like Bellatrix through the looking glass.

For all that she presents a very strong, stubborn, vindictive front--Andromeda could be easily enough dismantled. Her stubbornness is born of a utmost necessity to learn how to live within a society she has never been a part of. Her vindictive and sometimes combative nature, born from a family where being able to argue meant a sense of emotional survival if not physical. Is it possessiveness or protectiveness? Perhaps it depends on the day. Would it be so bad to drop the pretense? Andromeda would say yes.

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