#swishypoints

“Uh… Hi… Remus?”

Andromeda’s body and face felt hot, but at the same time they felt chilled to the bone. Out of all of the ways they’d thought their friends would find out about their… relationship with Severus, being discovered hiding in a bush with their fellow Slytherin and just about to kiss (possibly, it seemed like that had been the way things were going, their faces were very close and that was the vibe the sixteen year old had gotten, not that they had any experience with those sort of vibes). Granted, they hadn’t been doing anything wrong, but Drom still felt awful. However, they’d never expected Remus to be the first to find out or for him to react so… It was almost like he was mad. 

“We weren’t… I was going to tell you guys, I swear… I don’t…” They stumbled, looking to Severus for help but failing to get any. “I’m not having a conversation with someone that emerged from a bush.” Drom’s eyes flashed with annoyance. Having no back up from Severus was bad enough but for Remus to be so unreasonable. Taking a deep breath to calm themself so they didn’t say anything they regretted, Andromeda looked Remus right in the eye. “I’m not ashamed about this. I like Severus. He’s a good conversationalist and friend - maybe even more. I’m not going to stop seeing him or being his friend just because you, the rest of the boys, and he have issues with one another. I’m sorry, Remus. I value our friendship deeply but I also value my friendship with Severus. I hope the five of you can at least be civil with each other for my sake. I’d hope I at least meant that much to you all.” 

Choking on his own saliva was not a pleasant feeling. Choking on his own saliva and almost spitting all over Lily Evans, head girl, was even less of a pleasant feeling. Stepping back, Arthur willed the wall of the broom closet, the two of them were currently trapped in, to completely absorb him.

“That’s not… That is to say… I don’t have… I’m not…” Arthur stuttered, his face getting redder  by the microsecond as the room’s temperature soared. It was his wand - and not in some weird, one-of-those-guy-things-where-they-feel-the-need-to-name-their-penis kind of terms. It. Was. His. L I T E R A L. Wand. As brilliant as he found Lily Evens, he was not attracted to her in any way and the fact that his peer thought that he had a hard on over her and that it was pressing into her back was just mortifying.

“It’smywandIswearmyactualwandwandnotmypeniswandIhaven’tnamedmydick.”

Cold.      Standoffish.                       Just like a boy.                                           How is   s h e   related to Bellatrix and Narcissa?

The words follow Drom around at school.

Rough.         Unladylike.                        Dirty.                               How is   s h e   a   d a u g h t e r   of ours?

The words follow Drom around at home.

This is why Drom needs to make sure that their friends and sisters know how much they are loved. This is why Drom will go out of their way to remember your birthday or to make sure to cheer you up after a big test. This is why Drom will give you their undivided attention when you are speaking to them. This is why Drom is often a doormat for those in whom they wrongfully places their trust.

Cheeks heated as they read the note in front of them, Drom couldn’t help but feel positively ill. They willed the hot, angry tears that welled up in their eyes not to fall. They couldn’t give the sender the satisfaction of seeing them cry. If this was some kind of sick joke, they weren’t laughing. 

                          [Andromeda was not p r e t t y.] 

                                  [Andromeda was not e l e g a n t like Bellatrix.] 

                                          [Andromeda was not b e a u t i f u l like Narcissa.]

 Andromeda was tall. Andromeda was all lines and angles. Andromeda was all muscle and not soft. Andromeda was awkward and tomboyish. Andromeda looked terrible in a dress. Andromeda had short p a g e b o y hair. Andromeda was uncomfortable and unattractive and unimpressive. Andromeda was a disappointment. Andromeda preferred to fly through the air and heave all their weight into hitting deathly balls at their competitors. Andromeda wasn’t afraid to trudge through the mud, hunting for frogs with their cousin. Andromeda was silent yet wild. 

                          Andromeda was m a s c u l i n e. 

They would never be soft, and demure. They would never be dainty and pretty. Not matter much they wanted to be able to sit still long enough to have high tea with their sisters, they would never be able to. When they wore a dress, which they were often forced to a home and other functions, their lines and angles stuck out like a sore thumb. 

                                                                         [H a n d s o m e - possibly?]

                                      [No. Girls weren’t supposed to be handsome.] 

Screwing the note up into a tight little ball, Drom placed it on the centre of her empty plate and set it alight - ignoring the confused looks of those straggling behind at lunch. No. Andromeda was not the most attractive person in the castle. By far.

The anonymous words written before him made his blood boil. Arthur Weasley was not one who was quick to anger. In fact, it took a lot for he seventeen year old to get mad. People’s old fashioned and bigoted views, however… 

While I pride myself on being open to everyone’s beliefs and views, I find yours outdated and, frankly, dimwitted. Therefore, I will not regard your with the same respect I give everyone else. It’s 1977, read a book, watch some telly-vision, and educate yourself. Just look at where all that negativity got that Riddle fellow. (The answer is not very far - just in case you were wondering). 

Sincerely,Arthur H. Weasley

Arthur almost choked on the breakfast he was currently shoving down hi throat at alarming speeds. The owl had taken him by surprise when it landed on the table, right in front of his plate, Taking the letter from it’s tendons, Arthur gave it a fond ruffle as he opened the note with his free hand. Upon gazing down at the three words, Arthur turned an unflattering shade of red - clashing with his hair something terrible. Surely the sender of this note didn’t know about his seven year crush on one Molly Prewett? No one knew, right? Not even Mary MacDonald knew and she was probably the closest (after Molly) thing Arthur had to a best friend. 

He had to have a quill around here something. Ah, yes. Turning over the parchment he had received, Arthur scrawled out a messy reply:

“Oh for the love of Merlin’s underpants, another one?” He cannot help but sigh, although he is a little amused, ( and perhaps also a little flustered ). “Well, I have to admit that this pick up line was better than the previous job, may I congratulate you? (...) I’ll have to tell Mary this one, maybe she doesn’t know it yet.                          Oh, and to answer your question: I love graphic novels.                                             Books, however, suck.”

              He’s silent for a short moment of time, before adding. “I hope               that hardcover wasn’t in public, mate.”