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Dutiful Daughters || ANDY Mar 6, 2013 21:30:11 GMT -8

Post by Deleted on Mar 6, 2013 21:30:11 GMT -8

CYGNUS BLACK Father of BELLATRIX, ANDROMEDA, & NARCISSA BLACK
Portrayed by QUINN

Cygnus Black was in a mood. In fact, this entire weekend he had been in a mood. He was the type of man that didn’t take well to changes in environment and - even if it was for only one weekend - he was most certainly against this change in scenery. For one - there was not a decent place for him to play poker within a fifty mile radius. Quite frankly, it was as if Hogsmeade had purposely been placed into the middle of no where so that it would torture him to no end. Sitting on the edge of his bed in he and Druella’s room at the Hogsmeade Inn, he was beginning to lose his cool. He pressed the lip of his flask to his lips and took a deep swig of the vodka that was inside, ”Damn Parents Weekend,

[/b] He mumbled to himself as he used his sleeve to wipe off the corners of his mouth. He stood up and slammed his flask onto the table next to the bed, a rattling noise reverberating throughout the entire room.

He grabbed his jacket off the side arm of one of the chairs and then began moving toward the door, pulling it over his frame. He stopped right as he reached the door-frame, realizing that he had forgotten something vastly important. He turned around and shoved the flask of vodka into his pocket, knowing that with the lunch date that was at hand, he was most certainly going to need it. With that, the Black Family Patriarch was well on his way to a luncheon that he was most certainly going to regret by the time that it was over.

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He had agreed to have this luncheon with Andromeda for one reason and one reason only: He needed to make sure that his middle daughter understood exactly what she was getting herself into with this engagement to the Frost family. He most certainly needed to make sure that she would be more well-behaved than Bellatrix had been about the whole Lestrange ordeal. He could not afford to have another rambunctious teenager on his hands. Silently, Cygnus reached up and ran a hand through his greying black hair, pushing it away from his already sweating forehead. He had always found that Bellatrix was the dutiful one, she had a certain...regard for her family’s well-being and honor. Even if she ventured, she always came back and repented for what she had done. She was almost, easy to manipulate in her own way. Blame anything on the relationship to family honor and their blood line and the pure girl would spend her entire existence on keeping to the plan. But Andromeda? Andy was his middle child. More prone to getting herself off the beaten track. He had to make sure that she stayed true to course, no matter what the consequences were.

Cygnus looked up at his daughter approaching the table. As he stood, he didn’t even bother to put down the whiskey sour that was in his hands. He stumbled to his feet and held out his hands for what resembled a hug for his middle daughter, ”You’re late, Andromeda Cassia.[/b] The man said, his voice gruff and gravely, ”I trust that you didn’t get lost along the way?[/b] His tone was sharp, his breath smelled like alcohol, and his hands were slightly shaky. But none of that was evident in the way that he spoke. Cygnus Black was extremely good about hiding his true faults. He had to be - his entire life was built on the appearances that he had put forth.

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ooc;; sorry this is shite. it’ll get better i swear :] i’m just nearly running on empty[/size]

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Dutiful Daughters || ANDY Mar 7, 2013 20:43:02 GMT -8

Post by Deleted on Mar 7, 2013 20:43:02 GMT -8

Andromeda stared at the reflection in the mirror, judging her appearance carefully. She had a lunch scheduled with her father in Hogsmeade soon, and she was nervous. Most of the students, she knew, must have been ecstatic at the announcement of the parents’ weekend. She knew that most people felt nothing but the fondest of emotions when their parents were concerned; sure, there were fights and blow-ups in the teenaged years, but at the core, the relationship was good. Most people could say that they loved their parents. However, the Black family had never been incredibly loving. She loved her sisters—each, in their odd way—but she had never been able to say she loved her mother or her father. Her mother, she had resented for many years, maybe even her entire life, and maybe now even hated a little bit—ever since that letter.

However, her father… while she had feared him when she was younger, and still did to some extent… now? Now, knowing he had gambled away his entire fortune, and in doing so also gambled away his daughters’ futures… she felt sorry for him. He was a grown man that was chained to his addictions: gambling, obviously, and she knew that he drank heavily, at a worrisome rate. But it was not her place to judge: she was the daughter, and worse, the middle one. Bells had always gotten the most attention when the three of them had been growing up, and what Bells hadn’t gotten… it always seemed that Narcissa, the baby, had received—leaving Andromeda to the wayside. It had, in her childhood years, given Andromeda cause to wander from the prescribed course a few times. Never too far, but certainly just enough out of line to make her parents sit up and pay attention to her. It had been enough, indeed, to even now make them doubt her loyalty to her duties as a daughter.

With a sigh, Andromeda turned from the mirror and shrugged on her cloak to guard against the crisp November weather, making her way to Hogsmeade to meet her father. Entering the café where he had agreed to meet with her – she thought it would be good to see her father privately at least once during this weekend. She needed it, she believed, to prove to him that she was going to be dutiful, and marry Jacen Frost. Her family needed her, and she’d matured. ”Hello, Father,” Andromeda chirped in response to his greeting. The admonition stung, but she shouldered it and apologized. ”Yes, I’m sorry, I got caught up in the dormitory before I could make my way over.” The disapproval in his voice weighed heavily on her, but she had to remember to let it go. She went into his arms, accepting what passed for a hug from her father, and then withdrew quietly. She could smell it on him, thick and more than what was empty from his glass he still held: he hadn’t even relinquished his hold on the alcohol for the awkward embrace.

Settling into her seat, she kept her gaze lowered. ”Not lost, no, of course not. I suppose I miscalculated how long it would take for me to make my way off the school grounds,” she explained. Glancing at the menu, she wondered if her father would actually eat anything, or if he would simply drink his lunch. She imagined he often did, especially as of late. ”I did want to tell you, I’ll be attending the upcoming formal with Jacen,” she informed him, hoping to please him with that step in the correct direction—while she knew Bellatrix and Rodolphus may well also be attending together, she was certain that it was nowhere near as nice as things should be with Jacen.

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Dutiful Daughters || ANDY Mar 11, 2013 9:53:08 GMT -8

Post by Deleted on Mar 11, 2013 9:53:08 GMT -8

CYGNUS BLACK Father of BELLATRIX, ANDROMEDA, & NARCISSA BLACK
Portrayed by QUINN

Cygnus eyed her carefully, watching her every movement to determine what she was up to this afternoon. It was rather unlike her to be late for a meeting, especially a meeting with him. Just the same, he patted her back gently for a moment when she came closer. It was a poor excuse for a hug - his arms barely around her, no love coming from the Black family Patriarch - but it was more than his other daughters often got, ”It won’t happen again, now will it?”

[/b] Cygnus breathed as he sat down at the table, putting his glass down upon the table as well. He took his seat again, not bothering to pull out the chair for his daughter. This was a routine meeting; as routine as Andromeda meeting him in his office for a little discussion. This wasn’t about salvaging whatever relationship that they once had, this was about making sure that his daughter went through with the plan that he had in for her. She was to marry Jacen Frost and she was to help reclaim the Black Family fortune, just as Bellatrix had been instructed in her betrothal. The Frost family would add substantially to the amount of money that they would be able to call theirs: or more specifically his.

”Miscalculation-”[/b] Cygnus breathed as he raised both of his eyebrows. Looking at Andromeda from across the table, he pressed the glass of alcohol to his lips and taking a deep swig. He wasn’t sure how Andy got anything done lately, if she was constantly working under miscalculations. Reaching up, he used the back of his hand to wipe some of the sweat away from his brow, fearing that he was already starting to sweat off the vodka that he had been so adamant about drinking this morning, ”I wish you could develop a stronger sense of time, Andromeda. It’s hardly becoming of a young lady to be late all the time.”[/b] Cygnus said, letting some of his annoyance come through in his voice, ”What sort of gentleman is going to want to deal with a wife that can hardly keep herself on time.”[/b] He pressed his fingers into the side of his skull, trying to get the dull-drone of a headache that had started to subside.

A small man that appeared to be the waiter was standing near their table, obviously waiting for Cygnus to acknowledge him and order, however, the older man sat there, staring at his daughter with great intrigue. He grabbed a menu just as Andy had and began surveying it, however, most of his focus was on the wine list that was placed in the middle of the binding. Reds, Whites, a dessert wine looked particularly appetizing to him, ”Good.”[/b] He replied in response to her information, ”I have no doubt that the pair of you will be the talk of the evening.”[/b] Cygnus said as he pointed to a bottle of wine that was toward the end of the menu. The waiter that had been standing there nodded his head and went toward the back of the café, ”I take it that you have found him to be a...satisfactory suitor? Pureblood and his family is fairly well-off. I’m sure you will be incredibly happy with him.”[/b] He looked up from the menu that had previously held his attention, ”You will be, won’t you?”[/b]

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Dutiful Daughters || ANDY Mar 12, 2013 20:21:47 GMT -8

Post by Deleted on Mar 12, 2013 20:21:47 GMT -8

Feeling incredibly self-conscious, Andromeda tried to focus intently on anything but her father in front of her. He kept focusing, dialing in, on her mild tardiness. Were it nearly anyone else, and she would be sorely tempted to bristle and tell him that two minutes was nothing to throw a fit over, and then throw his drinking before noon into his face… perhaps even tossing his drink literally in his face, as well. But no—she had grown out of her rebellious temperament, she was the dutiful daughter now… and this was her father. Her father had lost some of his intimidation with the loss of the family fortune, and worse—his drinking becoming more and more prominent. She wondered if he had been sober during a single moment of the weekend—and instantly knew it was unlikely.

As he patted her back gently, as close as she ever got from parental tender, loving care… Andromeda wondered what the other side of the fence was like—those with caring parents, who received hugs regularly… those more concerned with choosing their future rather than fulfilling familial duties. It was something that she had been thinking about a lot lately… and something she knew she would never speak of with her sisters nor her parents. Maybe Sirius, however. ”Of course it won’t, father,” she said. It had only been because she had been stopped on her way out by a few acquaintances. Niceties had caught her at a disadvantage in this luncheon, but she knew that if she had been cold to those who approached her and he had seen that, there would be just as much disapproval.

She saw his eyebrows rise as he breathed her own word back at her, and Andromeda hid her gaze in the menu. She was certain that even from this distance, she could smell his breath—vodka, for the most part. She swallowed a grimace and continued her perusal of the menu. Her eyes, however, crept back towards her father’s gaze as he continued. ”It was an anomaly, Father, I assure you,” she interjected quietly. ”I am generally very punctual,” she said. She felt very cowed by him, as she always had, and she supposed that was part of the reasoning for the continued focus on her mild tardiness. She had always been easier to control than Bells.

Andromeda glanced at the waiter as he appeared, and gave him an apologetic look as she realized her father had no intention of addressing him any time soon. However, she was quick to keep her attention to their table, in mild fear of any more negative comments from her father. She nodded, relieved at his apparent approval. Finally, she had done something good today. ”That is my hope, Father.” And to get to know this man I will apparently wed, she thought as she watched him silently interact with the waiter. She wondered if he intended on sharing his wine selection, or if she was simply to remain thirsty. Perhaps, when he returned, she would ask for some water… Andromeda blinked, roused from her thoughts. ”Oh, yes, Father. We have only had the chance to speak a few times—he’s rather busy, especially with Head Boy duties, after all—but I have found him to be more than satisfactory.”

She was wondering which sandwich to go with when his next question came at her. Automatically, the words came out of her mouth: ”Of course, Father.” But even as she spoke them, she wondered. Jacen was certainly nice enough, but—images of the scant times she had allowed herself near Ted Tonks raced through her mind, bringing a fond smile to her lips. For a moment, she allowed herself to dream, for the hundredth time since meeting that lovely Ravenclaw boy, that she could have her future with him instead of Jacen. That she could have a child with Ted, instead of him, and that child would be loved with an intensity and sense of caring that she had never known. Sitting here across from her elitist father, Andromeda smiled, and wondered the next time she could see about meeting up with the Muggleborn boy she knew she should never think about—but could not help.