#andromeda 1

where: valentine’s ball

who: @andytcnks​​

Play your part convincingly...

The words held an entirely different kind of weight that Severus carried on his shoulders. Over the years, he heeded Dumbledore’s orders quite well, fooling his comrades on both sides of the war that he was betraying the other party. It worked well. So well, that many who survived the war didn’t know whether he was a scoundrel or saint, according to the whispers he’d heard from Order members that returned with their memories intact. 

To which, as Severus peered around the Valentine’s Day Ball, he had caught a glimpse of none other than Andromeda Tonks. Narcissa’s sister. Knowing how important this mission was to her family, and himself, Severus concluded that it was necessary to speak with Andromeda. Coming up, Snape cleared his throat as a way of getting her attention before saying, “Good evening, Mrs. Tonks.”

Location: Ministry Time: 26th of February Status: Closed, for @toujourslamur

To most people, Edgar looked as though centered by an energy of infinite patience and serenity. He never appeared stressed or annoyed to them, never in a hurry or aggravated, and in a way it wasn’t far from the truth; it was what he aspired to be. Only those who truly knew him well were aware of the never-ceasing tension which commanded his mind and muscles, which he felt drumming through his body every single second of the day. Every single second -- except the few he shared with Amelia. 

In her presence, there existed true comfort, there existed the sole moments of rest he was ever really granted, and so, in her presence, he was blissful. Even those unaware of the tension within him couldn’t deny the sheer happiness he revelled in when he was with her, his energies becoming even softer, even warmer than at any other time. And luckily enough, it was an effect that didn’t immediately wear off the moment he left her.

It had been about half an hour now since he’d hugged her goodbye and made his way to find Andromeda Tonks, née Black, who he’d been acquainted with for more than a decade, befriended with for about half of it, and who he’d recently come to get to know even better. As little as he respected the Black family, he respected her and her choices. From what he’d seen of her over the years, she’d grown into an open-minded and vastly intelligent person, and while he didn’t exactly love her involvement with the Order, he did trust her. Especially with the thing he had to ask her about. 

Max had started being interested in Andromeda last year. But Max Mulciber was a patient person, mostly. He’d watched to make sure she wasn’t one of those birds who’d go from bloke to bloke. She was far calmer then either of her sisters, nicer too. By the time the school year had ended he had decided that Andromeda would make the perfect future Mrs. Maximilian Mulciber. As such he put forth more effort towards securing her affections then he normally did with birds. The dark haired beauty wasn’t going to be just a toy after all. No she would be the woman who would make him look even better then he already was and provide him with the perfect pureblood children. Though he was a year younger then her, he was certain her parents would approve. After all the Mulciber family line could be traced back almost all the way to the founders of Hogwarts. Not to mention his father’s position with Voldemort and his own ambitions to become a Death Eater. 

It was with all this in mind that he’d taken care over the summer to find her the perfect Christmas present. That was just the beginning of his plan to woo Andromeda. She’d fall in love with him before school was out, Max didn’t have a doubt. Since the start of the school year he’d taken pains to be extra charming with her. He’d even took pains to be more secretive then normal about his trysts. While her becoming jealous would have been cute he knew some birds just didn’t understand the male need for a little physical comfort. It wouldn’t due, either, for her to think he wanted that from her. The 6th year had no issue with waiting till she was Mrs. Mulciber before delving deeper into their relationship. But he’d be damned if he was going to refrain till then. That was what a certain type of bird was for, playthings only.