Post by Deleted on Nov 3, 2013 11:23:05 GMT -8
It was early – too early for most, but Andromeda had always risen earlier than her sisters or her dormmates generally did. She liked it, though. She enjoyed the quiet of the mornings... while on these wintry mornings, it was far more chilly than she liked... she still did it. While others may have rolled back over and sought warmth beneath the blankets, Andromeda got ready for the day. Often, it was just beginning to be dawn when she managed to get surface-side; this was the main reason she rose so early when she got the chance. She missed being able to just peer out her bedroom window at home to see the sun rising and the world waking up just outside. She couldn’t get that in the Slytherin dormitories... sometimes it made her wish she had been sorted as a Ravenclaw, despite her family’s pride.
She thought Sirius so lucky – not that he was the type to wake up bright and early to watch the sun rising over the foggy grounds. But he had a freedom none of the Blacks had ever truly entertained. Sirius had defied the family at near every turn and despite the devastation she knew it would bring to her if she had done so – looking at him, well... it was hard to say she had seen him ever any happier. He had spurned the world they had grown up inside of, that safe little wonderful bubble of the social and magical elite.
She couldn’t imagine doing it. No matter how freeing the thought was—she was a Black, through and through. She liked being a Black, too. People knew her name, knew who she was, who her family was. There was a power and comfort in it. She couldn’t bear the idea of being cut off from her sisters, either... she could be released from the constant worry about her future arranged marriage. She could relinquish all the things that made her skin crawl – but she was duty-bound. Andromeda had always been a very obedient daughter, always doing as she was told and struggling for parental recognition that so rarely came. She’d never be able to walk away from all of that, no matter the stresses that it brought.
It was nice, though, to come out – all bundled up to keep away the cold – on mornings like these, to be by herself with her thoughts, dreams, fantasies. It was a freedom, an escape, if only for a little while. Andromeda leaned against a tree, studying the distance, coated in a frosty white blanket. She supposed some may view winter, especially once the festivities of Christmas and the New Year were past, as everything being dead. But – looking out on the familiar grounds of Hogwarts, icy and covered in snow... Andromeda could only see possibilities, waiting.
