"Hello there Mr. Tonks! I hope that you are keeping well. Mama and Papa were wondering if you would like to come round soon; Mama said that she'll make pumpkin pie!"

"I think you fer'got something."

"S’alright love, I know it was foolish to get attached to the bloody thing, you warned me, didn’t you?"

"Is this when you get to say I told you so?"

"Shh. Shh, it’s alright. 'S'alright.”

"Have you seen an orange cat roaming around here?"

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"Who are you and why are you at my door step?"

Andromeda’s breath caught in her throat, but she didn’t say anything yet - she simply curled up a little closer to him, threading her fingers through his. Really she should have been far too young to be cynical but she knew how promises like these ones worked — that they didn’t work at all.

                She leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to his lips.

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She was glad it was dead, quite honestly. Andromeda had hated the crup. She barely liked animals at all, really. Her main problem was how it had made everyone so sad. For an entire week-- nothing but sighing. And only recently, on the second week anniversary-- if you wanted to be sentimental like that and they certainly did-- after the crup had coughed its last furball had they started to talk as much as usual.  "Dinner," she called. She set the table on her own, making sure to put a lot more food than usual on both their plates; as a comfort. She didn't blame them. No, she felt rather sorry for them and she hated to see them so upset. If she was upset at all, it was because of that. She couldn't bring herself to feel sorry for the crup, though.