andromeda.

“Your dresses aren’t half as bad as the dresses she picks out for Bellatrix,” she mused. She had already decided to grant her sister’s favour, but found great pleasure in keeping Andromeda on her toes for just a second longer. However, she wasn’t cruel enough to let her sister go through the torment of dress-shopping with their mother. Wouldn’t wish that upon her worst enemy. “Just lunch? Is that how much my presence is worth? I should just tell mother then.”

An amused smile played at the corner of Narcissa’s lips as she watched her sister grovel for mercy. “Lunch, and you have to buy me a new dress!” 

“Is that meant to make me feel better?” she smiled, a small giggle managing to slip out. Andromeda knew, or at least hoped Narcissa wouldn’t allow her to suffer through the agony of shopping with their mother, irregardless, she couldn’t help but shoot her a gaze of disbelief as she seemed to consider whether or not she’d go. “Not in the slightest, but I had to start somewhere, you know!” 

“But fine, a new dress, maybe some shoes, and lunch. Sound good enough for you, Cissa?” She teased, already reaching for her jacket. 

“Next time he’s on the radio, I just need you to listen to those words. I mean, Wolfhart’s voice might put you in a trance, but those words are just so profound. I’m just…blown away. No offense to the Weird Sisters of course, I grew up on the stuff. And Celestina Warbeck!” Lorcan was taking another mouthful of the food before continuing. “A magician with this salad, that’s what you are!” 

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🌷 — taking care of living things

If we’re talking plants, Andromeda is just fine at it, she hasn’t had a house plant die on her yet, though she’s much better at taking care of and mothering people, and prefers it, to say the least. She loves being a mother like figure to those that don’t have one or have had terrible mother’s, as she unfortunately knows what it’s like to grow up in a loveless home. 

🎨 — art

Andromeda had been unable to sleep, so after slipping out of the house, she made her way to tiny crook of the Leaky Cauldron, both a book and the Daily Prophet opened in front of her as she gripped tightly onto a hot mug of tea. It was an easy escape from the world around her to dive into a book, muggle books especially, a FILTHY pleasure of hers, or at least those are the words she’d heard cursed through the household whenever her parents found her with one. But in the Leaky Cauldron, at this hour, with them having more concerns with her sisters, and the death of Regulus, Andromeda and her books were the least of her concern. 

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Evan had been aimlessly walking through the streets. He had an assignment the following day, but for now, he was unable to fall asleep. It was while turning a corner that he spotted a quite familiar face, and allowed a slight smile to appear on his lips. “Andromeda. I didn’t expect to see you here.”

Andromeda’s cheeks flushed a dark red, relieved to see Evan after the brief scare. “ As much as I know I shouldn’t, there’s something quite peaceful about walking the streets at this hour, it’s as if for once this chaotic world is calm. If only the nights lasted longer or at least, the good ones.” 

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Cordelia hadn’t set foot in Honeydukes in what seemed like forever. Ever since the whole war started surfacing, she tried to keep away from the whole Wizarding World. She’d be an easy target otherwise. But she was craving some sweets, and not any of those muggle ones:  she wanted the real thing. So when she walked in, her eyes kept looking from one shelf to the other, not looking where she was going. Which, obviously, led to her knocking into someone else. “Merlin! I’m so sorry, I wasn’t looking at all! Are you alright?”

Just walking into Honeydukes was a fresh of breath air, an escape from home, it almost felt as though Andromeda had stepped inside a different world. And she found herself going there more often than not of late, taking pleasure in the escape and indulging in the sweets in a way her parents never would’ve allowed, still wouldn’t if they had even the slightest clue. So, within mere seconds, she found herself lost within the aisles, picking up a few goodies that’d pair nicely with the sherry she’d picked up just minutes ago. But, as she wasn’t paying attention, her body collided right into that of another’s, instantly startling her and sending dozens of sweets flying in multiple directions. “I think that makes two of us.” She admitted with a wide grin, using her wand to clear the mess. “I’m quite alright, no harm, no foul. Are you?” 

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“As I was saying, the lyrical genius of the Dung Beetles is pretty much unbeatable. Trust me, I’ve tried. Sitting in a room with Barnaby Wolfhart himself and I’ve tried to riff with him. And that is why I’m sitting in your kitchen, eating your delicious food and complaining about it.”