rebelle du noire

✤ ❝ &&. stars hide your fires, let light not see my dark and deep desires. — ❞ ANDROMEDA CALLIDORA BLACK

[doretonks-deactivated20160720]

          Standing still, there is an ache that racks the bones of an exuberant heart. Her voice, honeyed, was a good fortune he hadn’t been expecting this night. It was often he only crossed her in halls, tender orbs spotting a girl whom disputes his prior thoughts. Each enjoyable moment erased when ice sears his fragile sureties. And now, here again, he hears a voice that plans to offer a gentleness between friends. Ted, albeit muddled, doesn’t let chaotic contradictions steel his heart. Rather it remains open, beating faster as she drew closer. Never. He’d never deny her; even if that meant casting a calamitous spell to his own heart.

          Biting down on his lower lip, his footsteps carry him closer to the soft voice. Fingers began trailing along hard wood as he stepped into the light. “If you were a murderer I’d already be dead. I’m still here, though.” Stopping, Andromeda now in sight, a lazy grin appears on tame features. Fingers picking at his shirt, a red flannel standing out among a sea of green, words surge forward. “What brings you here? - not that I’m upset by you’re being here. Quite the opposite actually as,” stopping himself, he waits as fingers continue yanking at faded fabric. 

[rebelliousblxck]

          The scent of surrounding plants engulfed her, Andromeda finding a strange comfort in the leafy forms. Ted, her beacon of light, stepped forward towards her as she carried on trailing previous footsteps to find his mortal form. Her head muddled, confusion streaking in sparkling pulses that push and pull, a strange game of who Andromeda should magnetize herself to. They’re friends, true friends, that’s what she needs...it’s what she wants. 

          She smiles, it can’t be helped. Her heart beams at the sight of him, a long day urging her to wrap her arms around him. But she doesn’t, she stays back. At his question, her steps faltered. Why was she there, really? I missed you. “Everyone was coming out with stupid answers today, it get’s tedious after a while. I needed the calm sanctuary of this place.” It’s true, but it’s not the reason why, more a lie to herself than to her friend. A word which so easily rolled of the lips in first meetings, and honesty, but became fragmented by the beating of her heart. 

[gretascatchlove-blog]

          there is a change in andromeda’s voice, which causes for the blonde to look up. soft nudge, from her friend, making greta to turn her full attention back to the girl. quill laid down next to the parchment and her doodles. they spoke of romance made for fairytales yet there was hidden meanings underneath. small fragments of truths and worries which greta would not have noticed had they not been friends. & even if she knew, that andromeda was made up of barriers and veils, hiding her true core –– greta would never judge her for it. always patiently waiting for her friend to tell, to dare to confide.

           ❝ The stories carries on in our minds when the books end, giving us opportunity to explore our own ideas, ❞ her voice low, only for andromeda to hear. ❝ If love brings you JOY, then it must be real. Duties and sensibility aside, is he the one making you smile even on the darkest of days? ❞ she inquires softly. idle hands wishing to reach out, to draw soothing patterns upon andromeda’s arm, but she doesn’t. respecting privacy and space, even if she’d rather embrace the girl and hold her close. & to divert attention the blonde lets out a small giggle, almost hollow. ❝ I wish that was true, by the way. That I could melt even the hardest of hearts, to make others believe in love, but I doubt I could, ❞ and she says it softly, quietly, and yet it sounds far too loud in her ears. A small truth slipping past her lips as aching heart makes her look down. If only she could. ❝ & you’re always someone I want to be around, Meda. No need to apologise. ❞

[rebelliousblxck]

          Her eyes flit carefully around the room, searching for onlookers that might suspect her of something. It was no great crime to be friends with Greta, but people still whispered of her visit to the badger’s common room. 

          “In my mind, they’re all driven apart. There is no happy ending, only a bright beginning to a sad end,” Andromeda responded, with finality. Greta’s words filled her head, uncurled the corners of her heart, and a form of truth flashed before her. If she felt it, Andromeda refused to admit it. Her lips remained pressed together, her brow furrowed with deep thought. It was difficult to be best friend’s with someone who her parents, sisters and fellow Slytherin’s thought was nothing more than a dirty blooded Hufflepuff. She’d never think of him that way, she only ever regarded Ted with fondness, and it’s true that he was the light in her world of darkness. “I think you have more power than you realise.” She straightened up, pressed a smile on her lips and tilted her head, “I think I’ve been a little melancholic lately, I need to find the fun. I couldn’t even insult someone’s stupidity with the same passion this morning!”

[qeckoedits]

[gretascatchlove-blog]

There are shadows resting behind the glowing perfection of one Andromeda Black, but the blonde doesn’t push it –– for that is not her place. Instead she reaches out, letting digits touch the other girl’s hand in comfort. As if she was saying, without using any words, I’ll be here when you need me. The movement a sign of UNDERSTANDING laced with good intention, a small smile upon her lips before retreats her hand to twirl a blonde tress around her finger.

❝ I think I’m always a little bit in love, ❞ she replies, leaning forward over the parchment she formerly wrote notes upon –– now creating small patterns with her quill, sketching. Her thoughts moving to SUMMER ( Rabastan ), to years past ( Edgar ) and to months spent forgetting ( Gladys ). ❝ Fabian once said I was in love with love, but I don’t think that’s it. There’s just too many people to love & I… I want that fairytale love. Where you love someone so much it hurts, because I think love should, indeed, hurt to a certain point. So long as the positive sensations of love overthrow the pain, of course. Love should make you happy, it should make you feel whole. ❞ eyes going off into far off places as she speaks. sadness mingled with happiness in her words, taking expression on the doodles she makes with her quill upon the parchment before her. doodles resembling an R, an E and a G ––– if one looked close enough. ❝ You shouldn’t fear the change love could bring, Meda. & only you know if you are in love, no one else can tell. Someone once told me that love is when your heart feels like it’s about to jump out of your chest when you see the person. Another told me it’s all about how one person is able to turn a bad day into something amazing just by existing. My own definition would be when you feel like you cannot breathe without that special someone in your life. ❞ small laugh given as she looks up at her friend. ❝ Sorry, I’m rambling! I just. Love, I love LOVE. ❞

[rebelliousblxck]

          Pause, breathe, remember you’re not alone. Andromeda held back a whine, an urge of pain in her stomach. Even with Greta, there was still a barrier, a thinly veiled secret that detached herself from the inevitability of a breakdown. She knew she could be stronger, more put together...a model of her mother’s imagine, if only in short bursts. But Greta’s hand offered comfort, understanding and for a small moment, Andromeda felt a lighter weight. 

“I have often wondered if such romance lies only in the pages of books. If death is the only true ending, then what happens when the last page of the book is written? What happens after the story, for surely that’s a beginning.” She smiled softly, tilting her head to the side before nudging the blonde softly. “I think you could make even the most stone-hearted person believe in the possibility of love, if only for a moment,” Andromeda joked, although her laughed died the moment it started. ”I’m sorry, I should be able to speak of lighter things. I used to be more fun.” It was true, there was a time of wild sarcasm, freedom and rebellion, but shackles had been placed on little wrists and only two exits available - love or family. “If love hurts, then it must be real. But how can I admit to myself that, what I could feel for him is love?”

[vengefulvance]

         “I never cared much in that regard. Good literature is good literature, no matter who wrote it. I liked Wuthering Heights alright, but I couldn’t really get into the romance. Catherine and Heathcliff just seemed too unlikeable to me I guess. Estella and Pip are interesting though – And I suppose I can see why you might relate to them in some way…”

[rebelliousblxck]

          “Oh, of course! My mistake, I was referring to Great Expectations. I must admit that in recent days, my access to such classics has been somewhat prohibited. It’s clearly starting to show,” Andromeda responded, waving a hand in the air at her own foolishness. “I relate to it in more ways than you could possibly believe.”

[thoranda]

Mary in Wedlock (3x09)

[gretascatchlove-blog]

          Mingling with serpents & refusing any prior bias, it had not been entirely unexpected that Greta had found a friend in Andromeda Black, even if, Greta herself, was a badger. Having a brother who had been sorted into the Slytherin house had enabled her to see the snakes in a different light than others. CHOOSING to see them as humans without pre-constructed prejudice. However, as Andromeda spoke petite blonde’s brows furrowed in worry. 

    ❝ Do you want to talk about it? When not even a potion or some hot coco helps, there might be more to it, at least from own experience ❞ she inquires, reprimanding herself as soon as the question leaves her lips. not one for asking, but for awaiting others to tell. yet, there was something about andromeda’s tone that invoked worry in greta’s mind, probing her to asking. ❝ ––– &, oh, love has a tendency to sneak up upon you when you least expect it. Sometimes the prince is the one you least expect. ❞ a certain hint of sadness in her tone as she speaks, twirling blonde tress around her index finger. 

[rebelliousblxck]

                  There was no FEAR in speaking to Greta, no prejudice. In many ways they similar intellect, and had common friends...although that was less known.    

               Burdens lay thickly over her, swathing her body in doom and her mind into constant turmoil. Happiness seemed a useless pursuit and freedom even more so, what was she to say to Greta? The truth was too hard, too honest. “Perhaps another time.” Instead, she chose to listen to Greta talk about unlikely Prince’s. “I don’t think love is ever predictable,” Andromeda responded, pressing her chin to her hand with a sudden sigh. “Do you think perhaps you love someone now? I think I push it away in fear, fear of things changing if I say those words. Although I don’t even know if it is love, I have nothing to compare it to.” She paused, eyes falling to the floor for the a brief flicker of a moment. “Surely love should not hurt?”

[thelonelestrange-deactivated201]

          A warmth grasping his bicep prompts the tilt of his head. Curiosity was stomped out before it could come, however, her melodic voice solving all questions that can be raised. So he stands, hands smoothing out the wrinkled fabric of his shirt as he does. “I could not agree with you more.” Hand outstretched, he motions to indicate his readiness at her move. 

[rebelliousblxck]

               A smile curved the corners of her lips, amusement from Rab’s ego that she’d come to know over the years. It never surprised, but certainly caused the occasional chuckle. She removed her hand, and turned to once again walk out of the commonroom. “I couldn’t stand to look at these castle walls for a minute longer and I really want some sugar quills.”

[studmore-blog]

        “ Well.. I mean, you’re only making an ARSE out of yourself when you assume, right? Not all people are what they seem to be. ”

[rebelliousblxck]

               “Quite right. I’ll admit that I have come across comic books before, but I have not taken the time to read them. But it shows good character that you don’t simply judge people, all too often people do.”

[siriusasthestars]

“ … ” pausing for a moment, he thought it through before nodding. “ why…yes. yes you are. I’m   your cousin, aren’t I? a bloody   paragon of virtue, too. ”

[rebelliousblxck]

      “How cute,”     Andromeda mused.     “...I thought you were a     better liar than that.” 

[doretonks-deactivated20160720]

          Having escaped the hustle of first years, ones prone to hasty retreats in efforts to reach classrooms on time, he exhales. Kind eyes few shut as air wheezed past skin, the wintry embrace against flamed flesh welcomed. It was not often enough he escaped his routinely duties. And, when he did, it was a momentary blessing as he couldn’t keep children waiting for tutoring sessions. Reaching out, fingers clutch the door to an emptied greenhouse with promise. Many ran with high spirits to the astronomy tower for solitude where they’d undoubtedly find another. Scarcely anyone thought of here, a place held dear to his immaculate heart. 

          Breezing past shelves of planted pots, limbs scurried to the far end, seeking to be as far from sight as possible. Hopes were dashed at the creaking sound, a tell of another presence intruding on his solitude. Inevitably curious, he peers over plants to spot the person to no avail. “Hello?” He calls out instead, accepting his hiding place will soon be discovered. 

[rebelliousblxck]

               It wasn’t a hunt, when she knew the location. Andromeda would be caught in a lie, if she claimed to have not snatched a glance at the tutoring sheet, in hopes of finding a certain Hufflepuff. She had little time for anything, and a moment free ought to have been spent in good company. Little confidence filled her, when her thoughts fell onto future choices. But her heart could not help but beat a little harder, when her hand fell on the door handle of the green house. She internally hoped that he might be there, since she felt the absence of him even more in the long hours spent with snapping vipers. 

She hears the light footsteps off in the distance, just hidden away from her. Her friend’s voice hit her, causing a smile to lift onto her face. She steps closer to the voice, still shaded from sight. “If I were a murderer, Teddy, you just gave away your location,” she called out, continuing to walk forward. 

[brcw-glory]

Well that’s what people think when they make them, but they sure last a hell of a lot longer than a day. 

[rebelliousblxck]

“All actions have consequences.”

[siriusasthestars]

OPEN

“ Regarding the Niffler that went    missing from Care of Magical    Creatures…I’m sure I know     absolutely nothing about it! ”

[rebelliousblxck]

“Am I meant to believe that?”

[gretascatchlove-blog]

there had been a SILENT understanding between the two belles for years. meeting in the library under the pressure of ambition and hard-work & whispering about different solutions to their academics problems. but the meetings had also become something MORE. a friendship found amidst academics & study breaks taken when their heads seemed ready to burst with information, and, of course, the silent understanding of wanting to achieve and prove one’s worth. 

❝ Have you not slept properly? ❞ becomes the first worried question asked by the blonde. sapphire hues glancing over andromeda’s elegant form in search for signs of distress. ❝ You know, sleep is key to a healthy body & mind, but chocolate also helps. ❞ she smiles. ❝ ––– Me? I’m fine, a tad bit stressed with a lot going on when I truly should be focusing on my NEWTs. You know me, my mind is always drifting off to adventures about finding the ONE and so on. ❞   

[rebelliousblxck]

               Greta was unexpected, the same way that most of Andromeda’s friends were. Aside from Rabastan and her sisters, there were no Slytherin’s that she tolerated without an internal grimace. Her cheek was so often caught betwixt her teeth as she fought to staunch the arguments against their ludicrous, supremacist points that boiled her blood so easily.  

Night offered so little peace, as her petite body writhed against sheets restlessly as worries ran in endless currents through her brain, always reminding her that her life was not carefree. “Not in a while, even the occasional potion does not relax me much,” she admitted softly, pressing her fingers to her temples. “NEWTs are on most minds, it’s a worry for all. I hope you have more luck than I do with finding that one.”

[studmore-blog]

        “ Well– NO, you probably don’t. But, I didn’t want to just assume that you didn’t. ”

[rebelliousblxck]

           “I suppose there is some goodness in your lack of action to make a predetermined judgement on me.” 

[gretascatchlove-blog]

heaps of book before her, greta sighs loudly as she yet again gets stuck on the different philosophies of magical theory. names of great philosophers clouding her mind as she tries to see what they mean through a tirade of complicated words that mean nothing. glancing over at andromeda and the snargaluff the blonde offers a smile. ❝ neither are the great philosophers of magical theory. merlin, it feels as if my whole head is ready to collapse! ❞

❝ Let’s take a break? Talk about anything but this? ––– Like, how have you been? ❞

[rebelliousblxck]

               Andromeda ran her fingers through her inky roots once again, for perhaps the seventh time in the past half an hour. The material they’d been given to read did not roll of nicely, it was hard on the brain and exhausting on the body. She felt similar to how Greta had described and simply nodded in agreement before pulling herself away from the plant. Her legs were crossed, one leg over the other as she moved herself closer to Greta. “Gladly,” she responded all too eagerly. 

          “How have I been? Exhausted to be honest, I think I could do with a goodnight’s sleep. Or perhaps hot cocoa and some books other academic requirements. How about you?”

[gentlemanxdeath-deactivated2016]

               He was quiet, calculating, attempting to picture the metaphor and just how tight those chains would be. Not that his beliefs had changed. They never would. However, serving those beliefs was far more different than holding them. His mother didn’t serve a church, but she still slept with her good book beneath her pillow. He felt as though that should be enough, that he shouldn’t have to dangle from his father’s puppet strings to serve a purpose, that he shouldn’t have to sacrifice his happiness to sate his beliefs. Of course, no one else would see it that way. “And so?” Stepping closer to her, as if fearing someone would overhear, he leaned in, eyes firm, sincere. “If you are to be chained regardless, what are you to do? In the end, what can you live with?”

[rebelliousblxck]

                  “You live in limbo. There is no happy ending, just the knowing that no matter what you do, you’re doomed. There is always something to lose, whether it’s your soul or your sanity is undecided.” There was no stable choice, no right path. Both were shrouded in darkness, a long mist covering a clear end. Her life was like an endless tunnel of twisting paths, a left and right with every step taken. “We all have our chains, eventually I’ll learn to live with mine.”