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@unblackened-andromeda
“Yes, I can appreciate how pretty everything looks during Winter but that doesn’t mean I have to enjoy how freezing it is.”
“You can say that again.” Andie nodded, shivering, as she tried to stay warm while bundled in her coat. “Even warming charms are no match for this cold. They’re fizzling out just about every ten minutes or so.”
the black sisters + onomastics.
“I’m listening, I promise,” she said, rifling through the racks of clothes in her wardrobe as she searched for the perfect outfit. She really should let go of some of these... “Okay, so you’re hand in hand on the beach... What happened next?”
alice-fortescutie:
“Ooh,” Alice grinned, drumming her fingertips together. “I’m going to have to ask him for a batch.” Sometimes, with all that was going on, it was easy to forget how young they were. Andromeda was already married, Alice was off trying to save the world… Things were nothing like she imagined they’d be when she was little, but moments like this were exactly as she’d pictured them.
“Exactly!” Alice exclaimed throwing up her hands. “Alice, why do you need another lipstick? You have ten at home!” She said in a funny voice. “What boys don’t understand is, there are different colors, textures, sheens. I need variety. Which is why girls nights are the best.
“And speaking of variety,” Alice started, her eyes crinkling up as she smiled, fishing some nail polish out of her bag in a variety of different colors. “Want me to do your nails?”
“I highly recommend that you do,” she agreed, nodding emphatically. That was one thing she definitely enjoyed about Amos being one of Ted’s best mates- he was always around, and always up for spa nights. But still, her thoughts followed along the same path as Alice’s for a moment, as she realized she adored her husband’s best friend. Her husband. She grinned, then, realizing for the millionth time that she’d gotten to choose her own husband.
“Honestly, they just don’t get it. The slightest hint of a change in shade can make all the difference,” she said, raising her hands. “Sure, it can get expensive after a while, but it’s not like we’re going wild. I don’t spend money the way I used to, but I still like to have nice things.” She shrugged, rolling her eyes. “And if I want a third lipstick in a similar shade, or a new sweater or bag in a different colour, and we can afford it, I don’t see the harm.” But maybe that was because she’d been raised with money, always allowed to spend as she pleased.
“Oh, lords, yes, please, my manicure is a mess,” she said, stretching her hand out to Alice immediately. “And then I’ll do yours!”
alice-fortescutie:
Alice was more than in need of a girls night. On top of working like a mad woman to become an Auror, she felt like she was watching the world spiral out of control around her. She just wanted to be eighteen for a few minutes.
Alice sat, cross-legged on Andromeda’s sofa, holding a near-empty glass of wine in one hand, and covering her mouth that was bubbling with laughter with the other.
“Yes!” Alice giggled, holding up her glass as the bottle floated over to top her glass off. She nodded, taking a sip. “Mhmm.” She grinned. “I love them to pieces. But I wouldn’t go out to get my nails done with Frank. I wouldn’t bring those idiots to a spa day! Well, you know, maybe Amos. He would be good for a spa day.”
Andromeda laughed, leaning back against the sofa as she tucked her legs underneath her. This- the laughter, and the good vibes, and the lack of responsibility for literally anything important tonight- was exactly what the Healer had ordered.
“That boy can mix a mask that will leave your face baby skin soft for days,” she said, praising Amos’ skill. “But aside from Amos, really, girls’ days are just a necessary part of life. Like shopping spree dates, and cookie nights. I mean, we could do those things with Ted and Frank, but it just wouldn’t be the same.”
She laughed again, leaning forward with the momentum of her glee. “Just picture it, I mean, we go shopping, and the boys will just say, ‘But why do you need that, you have twelve just like it at home,’ but not us, oh no. You go shopping with your girlfriends, and it’s an entirely different thing.”
@alice-fortescutie
Andromeda had always been a fan of sleepovers, and now that she was officially a grown and married woman, that hadn’t changed at all. Having shooed off that husband earlier in the evening, she was glad to have Alice here with her- though it was a shame Mary was on duty. She’d been craving a girls’ night for some time now, and finally, tonight she was getting to have one. She’d needed this.
“Wine, we need more wine,” she said, laughing as she hopped up off of the sofa to run and fetch another bottle. She brought it back quickly, setting it on the coffee table as she took up her spot on the sofa with Alice once more. Aiming her wand at the neck of the bottle, she popped the cork, topping off their glasses with the fresh wine.
“Don’t get me wrong, I love Ted... and I love Amos, and Siri, and Frank... but sometimes you just have to get rid of the boys and indulge in a little girls-only time. Though, Amos is really skilled in the pampering arena,” she added, laughing as she brought her glass to her lips.
rvblvck:
“I do hate you! You did choose! You chose to continue it! You chose to see him!” Regulus spit the last word, unwilling to say the name of the man who took his cousin from him. A cousin that was more like a sibling than his own brother had been. “We used to talk about love, but we were young and naive. We never thought we’d actually have it. We’re purebloods; we don’t have that luxury. It was selfish, at least you can admit that, even if you have no guilt over it.” His eyes remained black and cold, but he could feel the fire burning in them, the tears that threatened to spill with each sentence he spoke. He was frustrated, angry, more emotions he couldn’t even put words to. He could feel his voice quiver, nearly breaking every time he spoke. He hated being weak in front of her, but there was no stopping this now. “How can I ever forget all that you’ve done for me? But you knew I would have no choice or I would end up like you; disowned and thrown away. If Mother saw me now, she’d very well drag me home and hold him nose to the tapestry. This is the way of things. It’s us or them, and you chose them. It doesn’t matter if you still want me, because now you can’t. You can’t.” Regulus shook his head as he stepped back, the tears starting to fall as his body shook.
He hated this. It was hard when Sirius had left, but it was on different terms. He had hated the family and had always let it be known. So it was only a matter of time before he finally did what he’d always threatened and had walked out of their lives. But Andie…Regulus would have never guessed this betrayal in a thousand years. Maybe that’s why it stung so much more. Why it was so much harder to accept and get over. There was a small part of him that wanted to say fuck it and still talk to his cousin, but his mother, and even father, had eyes and ears everywhere. Walburga would find out, and Regulus would have hell to pay. His freedom would be gone, and probably even Imorra. He wasn’t naive, he knew his parents knew about his French girl, even if they didn’t ask questions and let him be. But if he disobeyed their direct orders and spoke to Andie, he’d only hurt himself and would be married off in no time. It was a horrible place to be stuck between, and it just wasn’t fair.
Regulus scrubbed the tears from his face with the back of his hand, his other reaching into his coat, pulling something out. “I never read this, you know. I couldn’t bring myself to do it. I don’t think I ever will. I can’t accept things are over and you’re not coming back. Because maybe one day, you will.” He shook his head again as he dropped the unopened envelope between them. “Good bye, Andromeda.”
It broke her heart, absolutely shattered it, to hear him speak to her this way, speak about her this way. She’d known that he’d be hurt by her decision, she’d known it the same way that she’d known Cissy and Bella would be, but somehow, it hurt so much more that she’d done this to Regulus. Sirius had left him, and now so had she, and she knew she had no right to plague him this way, like a stray dog that wouldn’t shoo.
The tears started falling, and she did nothing to stop them, watching as Regulus ripped up her heart in front of her. She deserved it, of course she did, but it didn’t make it hurt any less. She’d given up on everything that she’d held so dear to her. Her sisters, her cousins, her family. Family had always been everything to her, and she’d thrown it all away for Ted. Yes, she loved Ted, she loved him with everything in her, but what did it say about her that on what had to seem a whim, she’d just up and traded in her nice, cushy life, surrounded by people she loved, for starting over, and living a much more challenging life.
Did she regret her decision? No. Did she regret hurting the people she loved? Absolutely.
But watching Regulus have to deal with all of this, again, because she was selfish and just wouldn’t stay away was a punishment like no other. She deserved this, she knew she did. The envelope fell at her feet, and she stared at it, the little ‘thump ringing in her ears, almost enough to drown out his goodbye, but not quite.
She didn’t stop to pick it up, instead taking a step backwards immediately as though she’d been burned. She wouldn’t say goodbye, couldn’t bring herself to. She couldn’t bring herself to say anything, except another whispered “i’m sorry.” Her eyes burned as more tears came, and her chest tightened; she felt as though she were being suffocated from the inside out. She coulsn’t be here, shouldn’t be here. She needed to go.
Taking another step backward, she turned, and ran. Ladies never ran, not from their problems, or their feelings, but Andromeda didn’t feel like a lady anymore, and she ran as fast as she could.
She didn’t stop until she reached the home she shared with Ted, and as disappointed as he would have been to see it, she pulled her cigarette case -the one Evan had gifted her once upon a time- pulled out a cigarette, and lit it. She sat on the front porch until the case was empty, smoking cigarette after cigarette until her throat was raw, and she was all cried out.
Her finger moved over a scar in her left palm, tracing the line there, as she thought-not for the first time- about the day she and Regulus had made that pact. “I’m sorry,” she said to no one, finally standing up to go inside.
maryoliivia:
“A new closet is always a beautiful thing.” Mary agreed with a nod. She peeled herself reluctantly away from the flat supportive surface of the wall to follow Andromeda. “Please tell me we can grab food along the way, I honestly cannot remember the last time I had something other than crisps and biscuits washed down with stale coffee or cold tea.”
“It’s magical. It’s like my own little safe haven,” she said, smiling wistfully. “Not that our home isn’t a haven in it’s own right,” she started taking steps towards the door, “just that, it’s a little space that’s all my own, and doesn’t feel like a complete and drastic change from my old life to the new.” She nodded at Mary’s question though, the movement emphatic. “Oh, definitely. Food is a necessity. We can grab takeaway on the way home. What do you think? Chinese, maybe?” She laughed a little, unintentionally, as Mary pretty much nailed their diet. “We have to eat real food at some point, but hot food someone else made is definitely a step up from the trash we’ve been living on. I doubt anyone would guess that the Healers have such unhealthy eating habits.”
caraborn:
Caradoc nodded and sighed “The problem is that I don’t know if it should be signed in the name of Mungo’s or the administrator so to speak. It could be treated both as a contract between two institutions or a business deal…ehh…”
Andromeda nodded, trying to reign in her patience once more. “Well, my best guess would be that it should be an administrator, otherwise, you wouldn’t get paid, if that makes sense,” she said. “If it were a delivery, I could sign for it, but since this is a deal of sorts, or a contract, it would need to be someone who’s in a position to make those decisions. I could take you up to the administration floor, if you’d like?”
Andromeda hesitated, finally shaking her head. “Ah, you know what? I think I’m good here. It’s too cold out there for my taste, even in March. I’ll just stay here. You go enjoy yourself, though, and I’ll have a cider waiting for you when you get back..”
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maryoliivia:
“You’re probably right, it was just to file some paperwork, boring stuff really. Mary sighed in relief, “I’m so glad you said wine, I could really use a glass…..or three.” she chuckled. “It’s been a week. I don’t think I’ve ever been this exhausted.”
“Oh, that can definitely wait, then” she said, grinning. “Or a few bottles,” she suggested, the grin turning into a sly smirk. “You haven’t seen the new closet yet, and I’ve been dying for our day off so I could show you. Ted thinks it’s crazy but I think it’s beautiful.” She nodded, in full agreement as she pushed herself off of the wall. “It’s definitely been something. No one ever said how tiring this would be.”
wxrmtvil:
“Aye, what a curse.” Pure blood. Peter often wondered what his life would have been like had he had a wizard father. For all of James and Sirius’ whining about their childhood, it still seemed like something Peter would have loved to grow up around. He was thankful, of course, for his witch mother, to be a half-blood, but still, one could always wonder. “Well, I donno what a ‘Disney princess’ is, b-been out of touch with some of the muggle fun lately, b-but I’m sure Diggs is right.” He grinned as he poured himself a glass, taking a long, much needed drink before sighing happily. “Oh…yeah…” He took another drink as he looked away, partly out of embarrassment for his reply. “I just thought…well, s-since you’re married now, you’d want time…alone…and stuff…” Peter hastily drank more, feeling his face flush again.
Andromeda laughed, shaking her head. “I suppose curse is just a nice way to put it. Really, it’s more-so just my ignorance. But I’m learning, so I get points for that, right?” she asked, teasing. “Cartoon princesses, apparently. I’ve watched a few of them with Teddy and Amos. Basically, they’re cartoon versions of the fairytales, only they all have happy endings- I thought that was strange, myself, but who am I to judge, right?” She smiled, looking off across the room for a moment as Peter refreshed himself, looking back just in time to find him looking away. “Well, I’m not inviting you into our bed,” she started teasingly, “but I think Sirius and I have that in common- forcibly adopting our friends and each other’s friends into our family. I guess I just figure that there’s no point in not being surrounded by the people who make you happy.”
caraborn:
“I don’t actually.” he backed off easily “I’m preeeeeeetty sure that invading someone’s privacy should be done sneakily…well not when you want them to know, you know as a power thing but…” and he was rambling again “Anyhow, I’m here on business, do you know who should sign my paper about Gringotts’ medical deal? I tried reading the previous signature…or at least tried to decipher it but…”
Andromeda raised an eyebrow in response to Caradoc’s babbling, nodding when he finally got to the meat and potatoes of what he wanted. “That would depend on what the deal was,” she said. “Generally, an administrator would deal with that sort of thing. As far as the signature goes, well, I don’t know what to tell you. Some people just have terrible handwriting.”
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wxrmtvil:
“Oi, t-thanks.” Peter gave a grateful smile as he wiped a bit more sweat, dramatically collapsing into the chair. “Water would be brilliant, actually. And I would have levitated it, b-but still no magic through muggle streets, so…” He shrugged then righted himself when Andromeda handed back the paper, raising a brow at her with an amused smile. “F-first time, huh?” He looked down at the signature then folded it and stuffed it back into the pocket he’d pulled it from. “I f-feel honored to have witnessed it. Do…do you feel like one of those princesses, after they married their prince like in the muggle fairy tales?”
“You got it,” she said, smiling as she flipped through the papers to ensure no other signatures were needed. “Makes sense. I forget about that, sometimes. Curse of the pure, I suppose.” She laughed softly as she handed back the paper, flushing a little at Peter’s amused look. Ducking back behind her own counter for a moment, she re-emerged with a pitcher of water and a glass for Peter before seating herself beside him. “I do, a little, now that you mention it,” she replied, grinning at him. “Amos told me I was a Disney princess once, and I didn’t know what that meant. Now that I do, I definitely have to agree with him.” She laughed again, shaking her head. “How’ve you been Peter? I didn’t see you at family dinner last week. Whatever Sirius says, ignore him. You’re always welcome, whether he shows or not.”
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