@jamcsi !
date: april 29, 1979 location: the leaky cauldron
andromeda finds herself ducking into the pub needing to breathe -- the manor has proven itself far too suffocating for what seems like the hundredth time this week, the catalyst having been a row at the dinner table. it’s almost laughable how at twenty-six bloody years old, her mother can still make her feel so small and broken, and that the household feels more like a dungeon than a home -- so she removes herself from it all, if only for the rest of the evening, and resigns herself to a goal of chasing away the anger with a string of strong drinks.
she had originally planned the night to be spent alone -- after all, dromeda abhorred the idea of anyone seeing her shit-faced and emotional to boot -- but she finds herself looking for a familiar face, hoping to satisfy a craving for company while still sober and coherent. dark eyes scan the bustling pub floor and land on a certain james potter. andromeda had lapsed him all of six years in school and much relies on sirius’ take of the boy, so there are a few holes in the image and perception of him in her mind -- but what she does know is that he has become sirius’ refuge, having given him the love and family her own had failed to provide him with. for that, she is grateful.
“ -- and here i thought i’d find sirius here with you. i was always under the impression that the two of you were conjoined at the hip. ” the greeting is halfway between serious ( ha ha ) and a joke. andromeda nods toward the bar stool next to him. “ is this seat taken ? ”
