My Own Pride

Andromeda Black. Slytherin. My own woman with my own damn pride.

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It’s almost hard to imagine, but I can’t wait for school to begin again.  I’ve never had a summer this boring.  The Muggles have lost their current appeal.

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Tell me about it, cuzzo. I haven’t gotten drunk once this summer. It’s bloody upsetting.

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How did you manage to live a summer with liquor?  I thought for sure you would dehydrate if forced to go that long; I was unaware you drank anything without alcohol.

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It's almost hard to imagine, but I can't wait for school to begin again.  I've never had a summer this boring.  The Muggles have lost their current appeal.

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Andromeda thinking about her future.

Taken by Ted. Circa 1976.

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Head Cannon 5

Andromeda believed she had read every interesting book in Flourish and Blots.  It was hard to contemplate, but she had grown rather bored of reading.  She almost longed for Bellatrix or Narcissa to visit, even if they did nothing but fight with her.  Fighting would be interesting, and she hadn't seen either of her sisters in weeks.  With no visits, Andromeda continued studying every branch of magic she could find books about, trying to prepare herself.  After all, she had a time now without distractions or entertainment.

[marymorstan]

#10/50 candids

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You know...

There might have to be a club next semester devoted to the lovely nature of Muggle rum and cokes.  In fact, I think I will be taking some of each with me to the dorms for those days when I really need some cheering up.

I have clearly decided that the benefits of having my thoughts in the open outweighs the bad indicators present in talking to an empty room.  That is likely a bad sign in and of itself, but I am going to ignore it.

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marauder-sirius replied to your post: Place Marker

i can just imagine andi getting crazy omgg

All work and no play...lol.

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Place Marker

After a while, even Diagon Alley became boring for Andromeda.  She had hoped that her family would let her return, but that was not to be for the summer.  Instead she had been given some gold--she took that to mean she wasn't completely abandoned quite yet--and told to spend her time elsewhere for the summer.  

Boredom was the reason that, one day, Andromeda wandered into Muggle London. And while she was there, she discovered the dubious delights of Muggle books, music, liquor, and men.

[doctordeadpool]

Gemma Arterton is perfect.

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Down to the Lake (@Andromeda)

[molly-wobbles]

Molly woke up silently that morning. She was simply lying in her bed on her back, and her eyes opened. The sun had already risen and its light filled up the Gryffindor dormitory she had finally accepted to go back to after McGonagall had caught her out of bed, after months of squatting in the Room of Requirement. She sat up in her bed, and got out of it slowly, making no noise. Her feet touched the cold ground and a shiver ran through her spine, but she didn’t pay attention to it and kept walking toward the bathroom. She brushed her hair and got prepared. She had to be clean, she had to be pretty today. Because, she wanted people to remember her as pretty, on her last day on Earth. Maybe not smiling but pretty, she hadn’t the strength to force herself to smile, like every day for weeks.

She walked down the Common Room, avoiding her fellows since she had lost an incredibly amount of points for her runaway. While walking in the corridors to the Great Hall for her breakfast, she thought how her relationship with Gilderoy was a mess, and what a mistake she had made to think it could be possible. She also thought about her brothers, soon leaving for the real life, outside the safest place in the world. She wondered how long she might have to wait before they got killed and she mourned. She was happy to die today, because it would mean she wouldn’t have to mourn them. She would never know this pain, and somehow, it pleased her to be the first to leave. This way, she was leaving with this vivid picture of every member of her family, not with some old and sick parents or brothers she was outliving. She had a slight smile on her face, while sat in front of her empty dish in the Great Hall. She wasn’t eating. It would have been a waste.

And the day went by like she was still sitting and was just contemplating everyone. They were moving so fast, acting like busy bees would, brain-washed like ants. She didn’t take any note in her classes. It would have been a waste too. She got some comments from the teachers about it, but she didn’t care and just gazed blankly at them. Some Slytherins made fun of her, giving her the name of retarded. Some teachers asked if she was feeling well. She simply answered ‘Yes’ without conviction. They shouldn’t take the blame when they’d find her body. They did what they had to do. She acted alone. The teachers had nothing to do with it. Then, came in her mind the guilt of her fellow students. What if they did take the blame on themselves? Did she care if they do? What about the pain she would give to them? Her answer was they probably wouldn’t care or even think about whose responsibility it was. They would just think it was her fault; she had decided to do it, to inflict this to herself. Nobody would have tried to stop her, since nobody was responsible, except herself. She deeply believed it, and was herself persuaded it was all her fault. 

Her row with Chittock? Her fault. The end of her friendship with Lily? Her fault. Nott’s parchments? Her fault. Her row with most of the Marauders? Her fault. Losing so many points because of her runaway? Her fault once again. Everything she did, everything that wasn’t going well in her life was her fault. She was the one to blame. But it was alright. She loved the way she lied. Everyone was standing there, watching her drowning. But it was alright, because she loved the way it hurt. The physical pain was easier to bear, she had a place to see it and touch it. It was real. But her current pain wasn’t this lucky gift. It was thin, invisible, but still Molly felt she could sense the cold breathing of Death upon her neck.

Or maybe it was just the wind. Molly realized she was outside the castle, and it was almost time for the curfew. Perfect. She took the Black Lake direction without paying attention to whom she was passing. Nobody could stop her. Why did she have to die? Because, someone will. Another person. And she didn’t want to miss her chance. It was as simple as that. But dying was something you had to get prepared to. It had, somehow, to be perfect. You only die once, right? That could seem stupid, weird, but Molly took her time choosing the stones she wanted in her pockets. Her bag slid from her shoulder and touched the ground. Molly didn’t pay attention and left it there. Then, she looked at the ground, observing the stones, grabbing them, observing them once again, before wether throwing them away or putting them in one of her pocket. It was important. It meant something to her. There were the last thing she would ever touch. Would some people think she tried to left a code with those stones? Something like a message. Maybe. Maybe not. Who knew? She didn’t know herself why she liked some stones better. And once her pockets were full of them, she took a deep breathe and began to walk.

The water was cold and her skin ached like it was devoured. It slowly covered her ankles, and then her knees. Soon, her robe absorbed water and began to feel heavy on her shoulders, but still did she walk in the Black Lake. The lake surface was only moving because of her. Her tights disappeared under the water before her hips met the liquid too. Molly raised her eyes to the sky and gazed at the sunset for the last time as the water covered her chest. One move. If she made the last move her head would end under water finally. She just had to make one move. She closed her eyes and made it. She felt the cold water cover her face. She felt the air going out of her nose. She felt drowning and falling in the deep Black Lake. And soon, she closed her eyes, not feeling anymore. Or so did she think.

Because then, she felt being grabbed and shook in every way. The cold sensation on her face came back and it felt like her face burnt when it met the fresh air. She, then, was violently threw on the ground and for Merlin knows why reason, Molly started to spit out all the water she had in her lungs. It took her times to stop coughing. Her throat was burning and it was hard for her to use her voice. She first decided to pass one of her hand on her face, moving some red locks from her sight so she can better see what was going on. Opening her eyes was difficult too, but she managed to do so before she asked, not recognizing her own voice.

“I-I’m not dead, am I?”

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"Terribly sorry, but no."  Andromeda scowled and started to fix her clothes carefully.  Her little jaunt into the lake had made a mess of them, though she didn't  look as bad as Prewett did.  Still, Andromeda had no intentions of walking through Hogwarts looking like a terror; it would send the wrong message.  "You are still stuck here on the earth, like all the other mortals."

Andromeda supposed she should ask what had led to Prewett deciding to walk into the lake and let herself drown, but she wasn't going to say anything.  Prewett would speak if she wanted, and Andromeda was far too ill-tempered to coax information out of the clearly shaken girl.  Andromeda would wait for further information unless the girl felt well enough to speak.  Instead, she would act.  Hopefully she could keep Prewett too busy to try anything stupid.

"We're going to the Hospital Wing."  Andromeda didn't wait for Prewett to object.  Andromeda grabbed Prewett under the arms and tugged her up to rest against Andromeda's side.  Andromeda didn't think she would manage to walk herself up the stairs.  Frowning, Adromeda started the long trek up to the school.  There was a chance Prewett would chatter to fill the silence if she wasn't too shaken, and Andromeda would like the new knowledge.  If Prewett stayed silent, Andromeda would enjoy the peaceful quiet of the school, now that curfew had come and gone.

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Wonderful

There is very little in the world better than Fortescue's on a summer evening.  

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Gemma Arterton

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Andromeda and Ted, taking a picture in a mirror.