starcrossed.

ANDROMEDA BLACK. seventeen. slytherin.

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SIRIUS BLACK.

Sirius leaned in towards his cousin. “I for one would love to see Slughorn get involved in the party.” He took a sip from his own pumpkin juice, not enjoying the uber-sweetness of it very much. “Come on don’t tell me you wouldn’t love to see a drunk Slughorn. I know I would absolutely love to have a good time with the old chap.”

andromeda smirked into her goblet, amused. “ --- sure you’re not just trying to get into his SLUG club? ”

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MAXINE BOUCHET:

“it’s more of a personal challenge, though let’s be honest i’ll probably throw these to the wind once everything gets going. whats the point of a party if you can’t REALLY enjoy it right?” she laughed softly, tugging at her dress. “ you look great by the way.”

andromeda glanced sideways at the girl, taking in her red dress. “ --- i’d return the compliment, if you didn’t look so much like a GRYFFINDOR. ” although her words were contemptuous, amusement hovered at the corners of her mouth.she glanced around before waving her wand once over her goblet of pumpkin juice, immediately transforming it into a sweet-smelling mulled wine. raising her eyebrows at maxine, she took a sip. “ --- did you still need that DRINK? ”

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andromeda surveyed the ball, her dark green gown contrasting with the pink and red decorations littering the room. she was in a surprisingly good mood. amusement sparked in her dark eyes as her gaze alit on a certain professor at the other side of the ballroom. lifting her goblet of pumpkin juice to hide her mouth as she leaned over and murmured to the person next to her loftily, “ --- don’t look NOW, but it seems as though slughorn’s already had his fair share of mead. ”

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MAXINE BOUCHET.

“i need a drink. i haven’t worn a dress like this in a long damn while and i need a drink if i’m going to power through this night in heels.” 

andromeda’s cool gaze flickered down to the other girl’s heels, something almost like a sympathetic wince passing over her otherwise impassive face. “ --- just take them off when the DANCING starts. that’s what i always do. ”

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LUCINDA TALKALOT.

“these flowers being given out must be some kind of trick, because I have only received one carnation and OBVIOUSLY i am worth more then just one carnation. i am worth a whole damn garden.”

“ --- obviously not EVERYONE seems to agree. ”

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ALECTO CARROW.

        “ so slughorn’s obviously insane to stick amortentia on the curriculum right now … but you’ve gotta admit there’s something very amusing about spotting the people who botched something of their brew. “

“ --- what do you reckon the ODDS are someone steals a batch before the ball? ”

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TED TONKS.

of all people to call him to a secret rendezvous in an empty classroom, andromeda black was the last person ted expected. well, perhaps she made the most sense, but her demeanor towards him since the night they spent together had been cold enough to justify his skepticism. when she had approached him in the hallway she had seemed oddly tense, but like always left no room for him to ask questions. no room for anyone to stop and see them interacting— see her talking to him. it seemed people were always excluding him into his own category, even if he wasn’t the only muggleborn in the castle. it was just him that needed to be focused on and cast out. maybe it was because he wasn’t very good at most subjects, despite his six years of dedication to magic. maybe it was the fact that the blacks, the harshest towards muggleborns, seemed to have it out for him the most. whatever it was, it weighed on him. and if meeting with andromeda in secret was the only way she could feel secure in meeting at all, he had to take it. 

his short locks stood out in unkempt tufts, a result of his tugging at it throughout the remainder of his divination lecture. his robes, hardly reaching his ankles, hung loosely on his shoulders, and his tie crookedly poked out from under his sweater. his appearance was that of a man drowning in anxieties, all about what was waiting for him with andromeda. rushing through the halls helped nothing, and only angered the students that were calm enough to walk at an appropriate pace. excitement buzzed under ted’s skin, though he knew the reason behind this summoning could very well be something terrible. still, he felt the need to keep his own hope ups. if he didn’t, he probably wouldn’t have gone at all. 

he hesitated just outside the door once he reached it, his hand hovering over the doorknob. he felt that stepping inside could mean either the make or break of his chances with the slytherin. taking in a shaky breath, his grip on both his bag strap and the knob simultaneously tightened and he stepped in. before he could take even a second breath, he was pushed back against the door. it closed behind him. puzzled golden eyes struggled to focus on the wording of the paper in front of him, but the girl behind it did’t escape his gaze. she looked angry, no, furious. he took the note from her hands and slid out from between her and the door, putting a safe enough distance between himself and the terrifyingly angry girl. his eyes quickly scanned the paper as he stepped away, and a sense of dread sent chills up his arms and down his spine. for what reason, he had no clue. he didn’t know andromeda very well, but whoever sent the note seemed to have the idea that they did. and a threat was their best way of making it known. 

he flipped around, letting his book bag slide off of his shoulder and onto one of the various desks. leaning back to partially sit on the desk, he continued to stare at the note, as if repeatedly reading it would give it any more sense. the accusation from andromeda almost completely left his mind until he glanced up and saw her still standing there. “this…?” he held the note out, his hand slightly shaking. the confusion about the wording and the sudden attack had only made the boy even more anxious. “this isn’t funny,” he agreed, his brow furrowing in slight indignation. “i didn’t send this. who do you think i am, andromeda?”

the first thing andromeda noticed was ted’s baffled expression as he took the paper from her. she stayed where she was, eyes scouring his face as he read the note. she watched confusion slowly transform into dread, and a knot started forming in the pit of her stomach as the realization made itself perfectly clear: it hadn’t been him. she let out a breath she hadn’t even realized she’d been holding. she hadn’t ever really believed it was him, now that she thought about it. she just hadn’t been willing to consider the other option: that there was someone else out there who knew about them, someone who had the power to change andromeda’s life drastically.

a look of despair slipped over her face as she fell back against the door for support. normally, in the presence of someone else, especially a muggleborn, she’d have swallowed her emotions and kept her face stone cold. but what difference did it make now? merlin, she was a fool. to think that she had any sort of agency over her life, that she could gain any kind of independence by defying her family behind their back ... and now here she was, faced with the cold reality of her life. and the ironic part was, she’d felt safe with ted. there was something about him -- about his eyes, about his smile -- that had made her forget the kinds of consequences that could happen if someone like her was found with someone like him. 

andromeda swallowed, closing her eyes and trying to slow her breathing. “ --- i don’t know, ” she answered helplessly, pressing the heels of her hands into her eyes. “ --- i just ... it was sent with the carnations and i -- i thought ... i HOPED -- ” there was a long pause as possibilities ran through her head, each worse than the next. so much for her well-laid, thought out plans to leave quietly after she graduated. there’d be a scandal -- her family would find out -- they’d disown her -- she’d be alone, nowhere to turn to, penniless and friendless -- her sisters would never speak to her again -- and ted ... she hated to think what would happen to him if bellatrix found out. “ --- it wasn’t supposed to happen like THIS. ”

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andromeda paced back and forth in the empty classroom, jaw taut and shoulders thrown back in elegant agitation. the note attached to the carnations she’d received was clenched crumpled in her hand. things are not what they seem, and neither are you. what was it supposed to mean? who could have sent it? the only possible culprit she could think of was ted tonks. it didn’t seem like his style, but then again, she hardly knew him, really. there had been that one time, that one chance encounter ... a mistake, it had been a stupid mistake, born out of anger and restlessness and that stupid yearning to be something other than what everyone always expected from her. and now it was coming back to haunt her. 

she heard the door open behind her and she whirled, eyes landing on ted. before he had the chance to say anything, her feet were carrying her furiously towards him and she was fumbling with the note, opening it and shoving it towards him. “ --- was this -- was this YOU? ” she demanded, trying to mask her fear, but her flared nostrils and white-knuckled grasp on the paper betrayed her normally calm composure. “ --- this isn’t funny, tonks. this is ... this is BULLSHIT. ” // @edtvnks

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FOR: Andromeda Black

FROM: A ghost

NOTE: Things are not what they seem, and neither are you.

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CARNATIONS DELIVERY:

FOR: Andromeda Black

FROM: Narcissa Black

NOTE: I feel like a carnation does nothing to reflect your wild nature, but I felt inclined to send you one regardless. Just a simple reminder that very few things compare to a sister’s love. May you have a wonderful day with those who deserve your company. 

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BELLATRIX BLACK.

“ PATTY SIMCOX? who in the hell names their child patty, first of all. s e c o n d of all, fuck this play.”

andromeda glanced at her sister, her eyebrows lifting marginally in amusement masked as vague surprise. “ --- really? i would’ve expected you to be EXCITED. ” she turned her attention back to the book she was reading, curled up in an armchair in the slytherin common room. “ --- wonder how mother would feel about you being in a MUGGLE play. ” although her words may have sounded innocent to a bystander, they had an edge of triumphant malice to them. after years of being the least favourite, the disappointment, finally she had the chance to sit on the sidelines and judge her sister through passive aggressive remarks.

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                                                  and it’s all FUN & GAMES                                                   ‘til somebody falls in ℓove.

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LUCINDA TALKALOT.

“well, i’m still confused so explain it AGAIN.”

andromeda let out a long exhale, running her hand through her hair before pushing the textbook away in defeat. “ --- maybe you should just ask slughorn. he may be a little ODIOUS, but he knows his potions. ”

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“ --- i don’t know what you don’t understand. i don’t think i can explain it any more CLEARLY. ” 

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BELLATRIX BLACK.

bellatrix looked away from her sister, already bored that she couldn’t get whatever secret’s the younger black was keeping out on her first try. she fluffed up her hair for a few long seconds, only stopping when it was just the right amount of messy. “i’m not drunk.” the slight drag she let the word take on her lips mimicked her sister. she still didn’t look at andromeda and instead focused on her chest, the low neckline of her shirt laying lopsided. she pulled at her hem until enough cleavage was showing. then, she spoke without a flinch. “if mother hadn’t decided to be soft and keep you, you wouldn’t be here either.” 

andromeda stilled, if only for a fraction of a heartbeat, before mechanically resuming applying her lipstick. an awful silence stretched out as she silently capped it and put it back in her purse before replying mildly, “ --- oh, fuck off, bella. ” andromeda was used to the thorns of the black family. she’d grown up with these kinds of jabs from bella daily. so why did it sting this time? why, this time, did her heart pulse with a sudden yearning for a family that actually acted like a family? “ --- you KNOW mother didn’t want any of us, ” she said wryly, a joke to cover up the unexpected anger she felt.

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TED TONKS.

ted knew this would happen sooner or later; transfiguration was one of his weakest subjects and after turning his classmate into a rat, mcgonagall decided that it was about time the boy got some help. he didn’t mind having a tutor - in fact, he enjoyed learning.. however, the tutor that was assigned for him was andromeda black. she excelled in transfiguration and every other subject there was, right.. but was mcgonagall out of her mind? it was well known that the blacks, just like many other pureblood families, weren’t too keen on ted’s kind. the boy was betting that this lesson would end with him getting hexed.. or perhaps crucio’d, depending if andromeda was just as bad as bellatrix.. or merlin forbid, worse.

ted arrived at the empty classroom they were supposed to meet a few minutes earlier. andromeda, on the other side, arrived at the exact hour that was assigned. light hues landing on dark ones, tonks observed her. she obviously didn’t want to be here any more than he did; in fact, even less. and despite her stature being significantly shorter, and ted having to look down to meet her eyes, he had to admit that she did look threatening. “ ah, straight to business, alright then. i mean, we definitely shouldn’t waste any time. that’s why i even came earlier.. “ something about her look was telling ted that he ought to chill with the blabbering - which was practically impossible. when had ted tonks ever shut up? “ so what should we begin with? i have trouble with transformation, vanishment, switching, conjuration, untransfiguration, my hand movements.. basically everything.  “

as he continued listing things that he had trouble with, andromeda’s heart sank further and further until it was sitting in the pit of her stomach. god, bella was going to have a field day when she found out andromeda was stuck tutoring some hapless muggleborn. she was not looking forward to it. “ --- you don’t need to keep listing your shortcomings, i get the IDEA, ” she said crisply before he could keep rambling. merlin, this ravenclaw liked to talk. andromeda fixed him with a discerning gaze, letting a long exhale escape from her lips. “ --- alright, fine, ” she finally said, reaching back to tie her hair up out of her face. a few strands evaded her, like they always did, and she brushed them away impatiently. “ --- what are you good at? we’ll start there and work our way UP. ”