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For somebody who loved fashion, Andromeda never felt as bland as when she wore her black robe, which had hung on her chair since the second week of school. She looked down at the her outfit, she wore her uniform skirt with torn tights, a pair of dr. martens and a white shirt from which hung her loosely bonded green tie. She dusted off her clothes and sat at her desk. A leg hanging from the chair, Andromeda chewed on the strand of her jacket, patiently waiting for a her friends to get ready for dinner. Windows split crimson shadows across the room, and set in cool air, nipping down at her skin.
on this cool evening of november, Andromeda once again had her nose buried deep in a book — her inky eyes eagerly drinking each letter printed on the worn page. a strand of her raven hair would every so often disturb her vision, but her gaze never left the book. she felt so invested, not only because the picture of dorian grey is delightful literature, but also because reading seemed to be her only escape from the loud worries reigning in her mind.
It had only been a week since her accounter with Harry, and she had decided to be in complete denial about it. As though it had never happened. She didn't tell a soul, and avoided the boy at all cost. She even stopped taunting him during practice.
It was better this way, she though.
Andromeda carefully turned another page and focused on the various sounds taking over the room. she watched her two friends — Daphne and Aquila — fighting over what she assumed to be the smallest thing, as usual. Their shouts bounced off the dormitory's walls.
"Daphne, that's my shirt!"
"no, Lia, it isn't!"
"for godric's sake, i can assure you that it is mine!"
Andromeda slammed her book close and silenced the room, the two gals quickly whipping their hair around.
"Merlin," Andromeda filled the silence with an astonished chuckle, "you girls are really going at it for a shirt, aren't you?"
"it's not just a shirt, it's the same shirt Ron complimented." Aquila waved the blue piece of cloth and beamed back.
"Weasley? i thought you hated that lad."
"i don't like him!"
"i've never said you di—"
Aquila obviously had mixed feelings about the ginger haired boy, he was everything she had always despised. But over the last few months, she became attached to him and his stupidity. She would never admit it out loud, but she loved the side of her that he brought out. This situation honestly arranged Andromeda, as the group was distracted by Aquila's love life, they were leaving her alone and forgot to even ask about the detention from the week before.
"why are we still talking about this immature prat? let's move on!" Aquila dryly laughed and walked towards the entryway, she grabbed her cloak and swung it onto her shoulders. "we have din-din in a few, c'mon start moving!"
