#dromeda

Meet Andromeda Black, a sprightly Slytherin Sixth year who’s just charmed her hair yellow in an accidental on purpose act of rebellion.

Bella: ANDY?!?! What the hell have you done?!

Bellatrix “The Black Sisters, how I love when they whisper or name in the Hallways”  Black & Andromeda “I thought you loved the looks they gave us, Bella” Black

Taken by Narcissa “oh... wasn’t the gifts?” Black in 1967

Sirius : I know you hate everything griffindor and muggle, so I got you a red and gold pen.

*Runs out of the room laughing*

Narcissa : *Dragging person* I know you need practice for your dark spells, so here. *Dumps person at her feet *

Andromeda : I know you like black, so I got you a black Pygmy puff! It’s so cute!!!

Regulus : I got you a hair curler and a book on how to laugh manically (Although you may not need it)

Dromeda : Here is a black dress, please don’t stain it with blood, it was expensive.

Cygnus : Here is a dagger. Please clean it afterwards.

Bellatrix : * Chases and hexes Sirius and andromeda whilst yelling * Thank you everyone else! Now come here, you —

Inktober: Day 16

One of the many downsides of spring looming ever closer was the lengthening of the days. There was a time when Ted Tonks would have been grateful for just a few more minutes of sunlight and the warm breeze that meant he could leave his scarf and gloves back in his dorm. This year, however, Ted prayed that winter might last a lifetime. Anything to prolong the summer and the goodbyes it would bring. Every moment the sun lingered above the horizon meant a moment stolen from his meetings with Andromeda, meetings that relied on the secrecy and cover of darkness. Ted had paced the Hufflepuff Common Room countless times, waiting for the last of the sunlight to fade before slipping out to the greenhouses to meet her there.

He’d known she would have been waiting on him for a while now, and Ted felt terrible for making her wait so long, but he hadn’t expected to slip through the doorway only to find her sound asleep at the work bench, her head resting on her folded arms and her dark hair splayed around her. Ted stood for a moment, frozen aside from a small, sad smile tugging at his lips as he debated how best to wake her so she could return to her dorm- at least, until he heard her whimper. It was a soft sort of cry and Ted took a half-step forward, dismaying at the sort of dreams that might be plaguing her and recalling how she had mentioned them before.

Before Ted could best decide how to wake her, however, her dream seemed to grow worse as Andromeda thrashed against the workbench, her hands pushing aside potted plants and sending them smashing against the floor. Ted was at her side in an instant, his hands gently shaking her shoulders “Dromeda… Dromeda, wake up… It’s just a dream.” 

Hello friends! I know it's been a while. Life has been ridiculous. Here's a few updates: 

 - I've been abroad (Finally). My school agreed to pay for me to go to London. It was one of the best trips of my life.

- I Graduated (Manga Cum Laude!) My senior thesis took up all of my time last year and I really didn't have time for LIVING much less RP.

- I'm going to Graduate School in the fall. As such I need somewhere to de-stress.

- As much as it may seem, I haven't abandoned this blog and I would like to pick up with any of you that are still around. I still have drafts for @dukeofwiltshire, @duchessofwiltshire, @unfadiism, @lordofelves, @blueeyedslytherin, @girlwhatsbornforhangin-archive,

I would be happy to continue our old drafts or to start new ones. I'm so sorry I've been gone so long. I didn't drop your replies I promise. However, if you don't want to start in the middle of something (or re start at all) I totally understand.