Post by Deleted on Apr 4, 2013 18:53:54 GMT -8
It was the second day of the longest week of Andromeda Black’s entire life. On Sunday, she’d had lunch with her father, and that afternoon had been told about her close friend’s dangerous condition. Rabastan had been lying in the Hospital Wing since Saturday night, and Andromeda—drained from her meeting with her father—had decided to see him on Monday. However, this was only the beginning. On Monday, the body of Cygnus Black had been discovered; it seemed that while Andromeda had been trying to mentally recover from the father-daughter luncheon, her dear father had been off getting himself killed.
So now it was Tuesday. She was the last Black sister left inside the walls of Hogwarts, Bella and Cissy having left earlier this morning. Andromeda had pleaded with Bella, made promises and finally, finally had won some extra time: she would make her journey in the early afternoon, and be home in time for dinner with her sisters and their mother. Andromeda’s mind wandered to what remained of her family as she made the long walk to the hospital wing to see her dear friend ensconced inside. She wondered what state they would arrive to find their mother in; she had been inconsolable when the news had come. She’d gone home to make certain Cygnus’s body made its way successfully to the mortuary. Andromeda closed her eyes, her stomach turning at the reminder of the state he had been... found in. She hoped, desperately, that her mother had calmed in the last twenty-four hours, for her sisters’ sakes if for nothing else.
She doubted it, though. Bellatrix would likely be in charge when she joined her family this evening, and they all knew it. Mother and Narcissa would be devastated for quite some time... Bella and Dromeda would have to take care of everything, and everyone. It was a disquieting thought, and while she was disturbed at the loss of her father... it was stranger still to feel so empty of emotion when it came to him, who was gone forever—especially when she felt so gutted about Rabastan. He wasn’t family – though he would, soon enough, be an extended part – but he meant more to her than her father ever had, probably more than he ever could have, even if he had lived to be one hundred and twenty. And then, there she was, nodding to the nurse as she walked towards Rabastan’s bed. She’d cleared it with her earlier in the morning, before her promises to Bellatrix. “Hey,” Andromeda said quietly as she laid a hand on the blankets next to one of her closest friends. “Sorry I hadn’t been to come see you yet,” she instantly apologized, feeling incredibly guilty despite all that had been going on.
So now it was Tuesday. She was the last Black sister left inside the walls of Hogwarts, Bella and Cissy having left earlier this morning. Andromeda had pleaded with Bella, made promises and finally, finally had won some extra time: she would make her journey in the early afternoon, and be home in time for dinner with her sisters and their mother. Andromeda’s mind wandered to what remained of her family as she made the long walk to the hospital wing to see her dear friend ensconced inside. She wondered what state they would arrive to find their mother in; she had been inconsolable when the news had come. She’d gone home to make certain Cygnus’s body made its way successfully to the mortuary. Andromeda closed her eyes, her stomach turning at the reminder of the state he had been... found in. She hoped, desperately, that her mother had calmed in the last twenty-four hours, for her sisters’ sakes if for nothing else.
She doubted it, though. Bellatrix would likely be in charge when she joined her family this evening, and they all knew it. Mother and Narcissa would be devastated for quite some time... Bella and Dromeda would have to take care of everything, and everyone. It was a disquieting thought, and while she was disturbed at the loss of her father... it was stranger still to feel so empty of emotion when it came to him, who was gone forever—especially when she felt so gutted about Rabastan. He wasn’t family – though he would, soon enough, be an extended part – but he meant more to her than her father ever had, probably more than he ever could have, even if he had lived to be one hundred and twenty. And then, there she was, nodding to the nurse as she walked towards Rabastan’s bed. She’d cleared it with her earlier in the morning, before her promises to Bellatrix. “Hey,” Andromeda said quietly as she laid a hand on the blankets next to one of her closest friends. “Sorry I hadn’t been to come see you yet,” she instantly apologized, feeling incredibly guilty despite all that had been going on.
