How Andromeda feels about Rodolphus
teddy-airedale-tonks:
Andromeda Black visits Ted Tonk’s London flat, circa 1978.
Nymphadora Tonks, Summer 1983
A decision and a stroll
thele-strange:
andrieblack:
His words were a challenge; she could run and be ‘timid, little Andromeda’ forever in his eyes or she could rise to the occasion and show him that she was more than that. Her pride pushed her forward (that pesky little flaw was going to be the death of her, one day) and she took measured steps over the the cushions he was reclining on. Settling down into a plush seat close to the fire, she turned her head and met his steady gaze with a barely noticeable smile. Black; the thought registered belatedly- she much preferred the sound of Andrie in his gravely voice, hell, even Andromeda would be better than Black. So distant, so removed, so damn Slytherin.
“And what makes you think I’d ask for anything of you, Rodolphus?” The question isn’t bitter, or sarcastic, really; it’s just honest. She’s sick of the games, of acting haughty and removed. So dead tired of never conversing and always trying to outwit the other person. Socializing in Slytherin wasn’t casual, it was civil war.
This man though, because he was the very definition of masculinity at the moment, was such an unknown. He was unpredictable and uncontrollable, just as likely to spit in her face as to reply- Even a Black should tread lightly around a Lestrange, but lately she hadn’t been one for following rules anyway. And he had already struck so low, but in some way she feels like she understands. He has a role to fill; he isn’t just a boy, but a name- more than that, a name sake. She’s almost jealous that he knows his place, a place in chains was better than no place at all. But understanding dulls the pain of his harsh words, she already knew she wasn’t stunning and she certainly isn’t his type; what he said was cruel, but no surprise, really. They were both born into the same world, after all, she knows the burden. So she offers forgiveness, even though he’ll never ask for it and she’ll never say it.
Merlin, she’s so close, so tantalisingly near him, perched on that seat with such uncommon confidence and smiling at him in such a way that it’s almost infuriating. No, not almost— it is infuriating. What nerve she has, especially after how cruel he’d been, to smile and act so bloody happy around him. And here of all places, in the Slytherin common room, his only solace in this wretched, stinking, mudblood-loving castle of filth and disdain and-
He stops himself, gulping loudly. If his father has taught him anything at all, it is that emotions, no matter how strong or passionate they appear, are a private thing, a matter that should be dealt with alone, far away from prying eyes. His anger— his maddening, pulsing anger— will have to wait.
He avoids her gaze, unstinting in his resolve. He hates her, he convinces himself. No, he bloody loathes her, no matter how pretty or appealing she may seem. And any morsel of admiration or desire he felt before this moment must have been a lie. Because he is a Lestrange, and they do not feel such things.
“Up late, aren’t you?”
His demeanor changed and her breath hitched. Before he had been lazy, content almost; now he was dark and brooding and she really does want to run. Fighting the urge to bolt for her warm, Lestrange free Now there’s an idea bed, she takes a steadying breath. His eyes, from what she does catch of them, almost hate her, almost but not quite. She averts her eyes and bows her head slightly- both signs of respect and mummers lowly (a lady never speaks above a whisper, after all)
“Couldn’t sleep, I stopped by the kitchens for some hot chocolate.” She won’t question why he’s up, it’s not her place. “It’s kind of a boring night around here” Her tone is even, calming in the way she had perfected; being more of a mediator in her family her voice could calm both Bella and her father if the occasion called of it. She hopes maybe that she can calm the clash of emotions she feels below his finely-crafted pure blood facade.
2.) What are your characters most prominent physical features?
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Regulus Black, Andromeda Black and Dorcas Meadows, Fooling around in the Library
loungeking:
Mind Your Manners, 1954
Pure blood women’s bible.
Looking slytherin-esque
1.) Describe your character’s relationship with their mother or their father, or both. Was it good? Bad? Were they spoiled rotten, ignored? Do they still get along now, or no?
Andromeda’s relationship with her parents is strained, to say the least. While she tries to live up to their ideal of a perfect pureblood, it secretly unsettles her. She doesn’t believe in blood purity and only got sorted into Slytherin because she’s sly and cunning. She really want’s to be a mediwich and recently started apprenticing with madame promfry, keeping it a secret from her family because her only role in life is to make a good marriage and have babies. She craves their love but feels trapped.
Her mother is very meddlesome, always harping about eligible boys and etiquette while her father is very removed and works a lot, but still lectures about blood purity during family gatherings. Andromeda secretly resents her parents, she’s just looking for a trigger to push her over the edge so she can finally stop being their perfect little trophy.
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