Basket in hand, dressed to the nines, Andromeda waited patiently in the entrance hall for her cousin. When she’d first added her name to the list of baskets to be bid on, she’d been a little worried, truth be told. Andromeda’d never had a proper date before, and hadn’t been sure what to pack in said basket, but now that worry was gone, replaced with fondness and excitement. The decadent sweets (and bottle of excellent wine she’d filched before leaving home) she’d packed would do well, she figured; Sirius loved sweets nearly as much as she did, and at least he’d be able to appreciate them. With the pressure subsided, she smiled happily as she saw him coming towards her.
“Well, you certainly look dashing,” she said playfully, leaning up to kiss his cheek. “I’ve taken the liberty of writing home, and letting them know their earlier plans to marry us off were back on track,” she teased, grinning. “I’m kidding. Ready for our date?”
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