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charity gapes at the woman  ,  embarrassed by her apparent irrelevance.  “  charity.  er  ,  i’m friends with naricssa.  ”

legatum asks | accepting

ISABELLA: what would the name of your autobiography be?

❝ Cynicism: The Art of Dick Jokes ❞

MARY: when was the last time you felt afraid?

❝ I’m not sure I have a valid answer to this question.  About seven, maybe six.  It was before my mother started to teach me the spells I used to defend myself from my father. ❞

REGULUS: you’re stranded on a desert island, what three people would you bring along?

What is your greatest accomplishment?

“Must I narrow it down to just one? My plethora of successes is only second to my sizable collection of dragonskin loafers. Wand to head, if I had to provide a selection, I would respond with the recent publication of my novel — closely followed by my near-perfect rendition of Celestina Warbeck’s greatest hits. At the risk of sounding anything less than humble, I’ve been told I have the voice of an angel.”

Do you feel stuck in someone’s shadow?

“On the contrary, Miss Black! I’m inclined to believe my own shadow is far too vast to be contained by any measure.”

If you could live one day as someone else, who would you choose?

“There are certain members of the wizarding community who hold keys to entryways I’ve yet to discover. While I’d hate to part from my own likeness for even a moment, the promise of access behind those doors is a temptation unlike any other. Make no mistake, I am very secure in own abilities, but knowledge continues to be my ultimate vice.”

Amelia tilted her head up from the letter they received to look at Andromeda. She looked at the woman before her, the one she developed a fondness for over the past months of late conversations and wine.  An unexpected outcome, but one she would forever be thankful for. “Then we’ll fight them off till we reach the safe house.” She stretched her lips into the smile; the one reserved for Andromeda, a kindred soul in the war. “We’ll protect each other,” she barely registered her promise to Andromeda. She didn’t even hear it slip out of her mouth. Amelia only knew because of the alien weight of the words and the emotion following it. A now foreign emotion that belonged to who she was before her parents passed away and the war started. 

“What gave it away?” he laughed, taking in the utter mess of his kitchen. The cake was supposed to be a surprise for Matthias’ birthday, however the burnt remains laying on the counter looked as appealing as dragon dung. “Normally, I would ask the house-elf to do it, but I then started wondering how hard could it truly be to bake a cake. This stays between us, Andromeda.” 

"Don’t let me die"

Flashes of that first night when he found her in an alley way came back into his memory. She was weak and cold, muttering something that would later come to light in a dark and sinister way. He had held her in his arms like he did now, but he was the one who whispered, I won’t let you die to soothe her. Ted brushed a strand of hair away from her face, caressing her cheek as he squeezed her tighter,  ‘ I won’t. ’

"What if someone catches us?” 

He let his head hang down in thought. What would he do if someone catches them? If someone found Andromeda in his home, knowing what information she could already have told Dumbledore’s forces, would he run? Fight? Cower for mercy? No, this was bigger than him and his sense of security now. It was war, and everyone has a role in it whether they want it or not. His was to make sure Andromeda stayed alive until the end.  ‘ If someone comes, ’  he started, reaching out for her hand and looking at her with solemn eyes,  ‘ I want you to run. I need you to run, to the Bones’ or Sirius’ or even to a villa in France where you can contact someone from the Order. And when you do, don’t worry about me. ’

"Why yes, I am as think as you drunk I am."

He laughed along with her, tilting the remaining contents of his glass into his mouth. Ted had come home to find Andromeda half a bottle of gin deep with one of his Bowie records playing. Her only response to what are you doing was better catch up, and with every pour she gave him, he knocked back with a slight wince. Their dancing had turned into conversation, her suggesting a game of sharing information with one another.  ‘ Well, it sounds childish, ’  he placed the glass on the coffee table,  ‘ but we might as well get to know each other if we’re to live together, hm ? ’

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