; Beings of reason
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Andromeda was only here because Narcissa had asked her to come. It was the first time in years that she had seen her little nephew. He was younger than her Dora, of course - but still no less a grown adult and capable of making his own decisions. He looked like a carbon copy of Lucius, back when he had been strutting about the school… same grey eyes and same, pale and pointed chin. But there was a mildness to that mouth of his. The mildness that came with Narcissa. Back in those simpler days when Narcissa would laugh in wonder at all her stories.
The dark-haired woman sighed. I need a strong glass of Elf-made Wine. She didn’t think she could have this conversation with her no-longer estranged nephew sober.
“A reason to smile, hm?” She began, almost whimsical. Almost as if she was speaking to herself and not a total stranger. She was also counting down feeble little reasons to smile. Teddy was her biggest reason to smile right now. Her small grandson with his chubby cheeks and hair that changed every second or so. He reminded her that her heart still worked. That she hadn’t just buried her heart with Ted’s, Sirius’ or Dora’s memory.
Narcissa, who had long pretended that Andromeda had not existed for the better part of two decades, had suddenly reached out. Maybe when you were faced with impending loss, you held on to things- even unwanted things.
Cissy’s desperate to save him…
Andromeda had stopped reading the Daily Prophet, unable to keep up with the rising mania out on the streets. With loss came anger and confusion and in that state of despair… it invited violence. She did not want to be a part of that. Whilst she knew Malfoy’s name was mud, she could only stare kindly at her nephew, caught in the crossfire of an ugly war.
“A reason to smile… maybe you should make that your next goal in life, Draco. The fact that you’re alive is enough to make my sister smile. So live well.”
