#andromeda2

October 14 @xandromedainchainsx​

Allie had not originally intended on going to the Harvest Festival but in the end, she thought it might be a nice change. She’d been busier than usual lately, with her charity work and with Thorfinn’s allegiances, so Allie was hopeful that she could have a simple day to enjoy some of the events in Britain. She’d taken Molly with her, the young puppy doing remarkably well on a leash for her age.

The brunette had just gotten a glass of mulled cider [backed with rum, she’d been told] when Molly started yipping. Looking up, Allie saw another dog looking at the puppy. The other dog was bigger, but Molly didn’t seem frightened. Perhaps she was used to the bigger dogs after being around the wolfhounds. When she glanced up, however, Allie realized just whose dog that was. Andromeda Black.

While Alessandra did not have anything against the other woman, strictly speaking, she also was quite protective of those she called friend. And after spending a day the previous week with Lucius, her hackles had begun to rise at the mere sight of the other woman. Taking a deep breath, Allie forced herself to be calm, forced herself to remember that Andromeda hadn’t chosen this either [that she knew of, anyway]. “Hello,” she said as she walked nearer, keeping a firm hold on Molly’s leash. “It seems Molly is interested in your dog.”

Cygnus had not yet found time to visit the Slytherin Common Room. Had he been a more sentimental man, he would have visited upon his arrival, but, he was not. However, he would be leaving soon, returning to his old life. -- Or, a new life? Without Druella waiting for him, he could not quite call it his old life. -- He had a few more loose ends to tie up, starting first with Andromeda. So, that was how Cygnus Black found himself stepping foot into his old stomping grounds. He’d been given the password upon his arrival, and he utilized it for the first time, watching impassively as the sliding stone panel slid open to reveal the dark, green, and damp feeling room of his youth.

Andromeda was inside, just as he had heard she would be, and he headed straight towards. He stepped around the couch, looking down to her where she sat. 

“Andromeda.” He said in greeting, taking a seat in the armchair across from her.