"𝗦𝗼𝗺𝗲𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝗵𝗮𝘀 𝘁𝗼 𝗯𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗯𝗹𝗮𝗰𝗸 𝘀𝗵𝗲𝗲𝗽."
♡︎☀︎︎❤︎☀︎︎♡
fate does questionable things, but andromeda had always been destined to become the black sheep.
if every door around her appears shut, and all the roads seemed blocked of...
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Hogwarts—like any other school filled with teenagers filled to the brim with so many conflicting feelings—had drama built within its walls. The more skeptical students theorized that the portraits helped the rumor mill spin so, which was a perfectly logical explanation since the portraits loved to talk. However, most just blamed news spreading as if it were wildfire due to numerous students having loud mouths.
Whatever the case, if someone asked someone else to Hogsmeade for Valentine's, and they held any sort of status on the social ladder, then most people already knew. Of course, this wasn't the case for Andromeda and Henri—they preferred having a paper airplane contest in the library over eavesdropping on others' conversations—which meant whatever the people had to gossip about, they'd find out later from Jack and Ted—now, those two were terrible gossips.
Out of the corner of her eye, Andromeda could faintly see someone approaching their table in a secluded corner of the library—Madam Pince would banish them from the library indefinitely if she saw they weren't studying quietly, no matter how much the librarian liked them. She paid them no mind until Henri let Andy's paper airplane whiz right past her head.
He cleared his throat at the two girls, who stared at him.
Andy collected that he was a Gryffindor, having seen both him and his tie before. He was on the shorter side, Andy probably having at least a few inches on him, with thick green hair—Andromeda briefly wondered what Druella would say if she brought someone home with green hair and chuckled to herself.
"Hello, Henri," he started politely.
Andromeda contained her eye roll. Henri had already been asked to Hogsmeade by two other boys, both being called tosspots by the girl for some reason or another, which Andy found amusing. She couldn't wait for the debrief on this guy.
"Hi, Watson," she greeted back, a small smile on her face. "What's going on?"
"Nothing really," he replied, glancing quickly in Andy's direction.
Now, she decided it would be alright to roll her eyes. She would carry her last name with her until she died, seeing as once you're identified as a Black, there's no turning back. A while ago, Andy resolved that she'd change her name when she got married just to run away from the family a little more, but she'd only just recently started to accept the fact that there wasn't a full proof way to completely distance herself from them.
They were blood. And that was that.
But still, that didn't make side glances like the one Watson just gave her any less annoying.
