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[loversoftheliight-blog]

an ANDROMEDA starter for @tedsgroove

     “Tonks, right?”

Sweet Merlin, what is she doing here? How in the world did studying with her perfectly-acceptably-Pureblood Ravenclaw friend turn into being surrounded by Hufflepuffs and Muggleborns (and Muggleborn Hufflepuffs, as it turned out)?

(Oh, right. Said perfectly-acceptble friend had a moderately-acceptable Pureblood Hufflepuff boyfriend, who had sent her an owl five minutes into studying. That was how. And then, of course, said friend had disappeared with aforementioned boyfriend, leaving Andromeda...well, completely at a loss. Which she didn’t like one bit. It was making her snappish and unsettled, and feeling much too much like Bellatrix.)

     “Aren’t you in my-...” Oh, which class was it?! “...you’re in a class with me, aren’t you?”

He’s a Muggleborn and she shouldn’t be talking to him at all, but the butterbeer has at least taken the edge off her discomfort, and she’s bored in this room full of people she barely knows. Might as well talk to someone.

[ogtine]

It was the first proper day of winter-- a fact Seamus had been completely ignorant of as he’d hurried out his flat this morning, address in hand. Snow was just beginning to fall as he apparated into the little neighborhood. Seamus sniffled, looking from his cramped scribble to the houses around him, squinting his eyes try and make out if any of the numbers matched. The sky was grey and gave the street a distinct bleakness-- all except the windows, which radiated warm, inviting glows. Slowly, he began to walk to his left where the numbers appeared to be increasing. 

He hadn’t really come up with a plan on what exactly he was going to say to Ted Tonks. Rather the three a.m. insomnia driven thought had manifested into something of a list of goals to be achieved before he could even begin to try to verbalize his intentions:

Remember the man’s name

Find out where he lived

Go to his home

It seemed that all were in his grasp, though it had taken six and a half hours to get from point A to point C. 

He finally found the house just as his fingers began to feel numb from the cold. Looking down one last time to make sure he’d gotten it right, Seamus approached the house. Maybe it was the lack of preparedness or perhaps the fact he hadn’t slept which caused his stomach to flop anxiously in his stomach. It was pro- bably both. Of course, there was nothing to be nervous about. He wanted to say thank you, that’s all. 

                       Thank you for Dean.             Thank you for keeping him alive            long enough to come back to me.

Yeah, that was good enough. So with a restored sense of purpose, the young man knocked heavily upon the door.

{ @tedsgroove }

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        regulus has never MET the man who stole one of the black family gems. has never met the mudblood who managed to convince the mind of brilliant andromeda to committing acts of treachery. bloodtraitor they had labeled her, and regulus had watched with cold slate eyes as his mother blasted his favorite cousin from the tree. it was better this way, he’d secretly thought. this house was poison, and to stay here would have leeched all the life and vibrancy from his cousin’s body until she was little more than a walking corpse. better she escape, even if it was into the arms of a mudblood. 

        it is for her sake that when they finally meet, regulus does not kill him on site ( he will later tell his father that it was because they were in public and he would not tarnish their house by further acknowledging the filth that had corrupted their name ).

        ❛        you would do well,         ted tonks, to pay closer mind                                to where it is you are going. there are places, even here,                                where those like you should not venture. especially now.     ❜

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