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burn it to the ground - ted Nov 17, 2013 22:14:20 GMT -8

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Post by Deleted on Nov 17, 2013 22:14:20 GMT -8

It had been an awful day, and all she wanted to do was just curl up and hide away from the entire world in the hopes that no one would find her, to disappear into another world entirely. Andromeda Black was used to being surrounded by people. She was used to having bad days every now and again—but this was the worst. She could feel her spirit crumbling around her, and her heart felt heavy. She didn’t want to cry, but her eyes felt heavy, as though given one spare chance and the floodgates would open. She didn’t want to deal with any of this, all she wanted was just to disappear—and so she did. Andromeda Black went to a far corner of the library, curled up in the stacks on the floor. No one ever went in this section this early in the term. It was still only January; exams were so far away. No one would bother her here, and she could hide and read and disappear.

It had begun this morning, when she couldn’t get her hair to style correctly. No amount of magic could help, it was simply one of those days. After throwing her hair into a loose ponytail, hoping everyone would ignore that it wasn’t up to her usual standards—Andromeda had always prided herself on looking good—she had ventured down to breakfast… where she had a classmate elbow her glass of juice, and ruin her shirt. Even with the quick trip back to the dungeons before classes began to change shirts, she could smell the citrus and felt almost sticky all morning. She just wanted to take a shower and be done with it. It couldn’t get any worse, could it? Ha. In potions, it turned out that a dormmate had stolen the essay she had worked for hours on, and left her with a terribly half-assed copy of her work to turn in as Andromeda’s own. She was embarrassed enough for the other girl’s work that she refused to turn it in at all. Lovely, since she had been so proud of the work. It made her heart heavy, and the disappointed look her professor gave only compacted that.

Bellatrix then yelled at her for walking around looking as she did – hair not perfect, not at her best, and not with her usual mask of perfection and duty and smiling and charming. She was just so tired. She tripped and fell down fifteen steps on a moving staircase, spent half an hour getting the resulting bump on her head checked out by the nurse, and then was late to her arithmancy class, earning yet another look from a professor that day. By the time classes had let out for the day, Andromeda had felt broken—this was not her. This was not how her life went. She took care. She looked good. She did her work. She was graceful, not clumsy. She was a good pureblood girl, she did what she was supposed to—and today was proving to be the antithesis of everything she was. All she wanted at the end of it was to disappear, and so she did.

Her book was a world of fiction into which she could fall for several hours. Her greatest hope was to be so invested in it that she could completely miss dinner, and just slip into her dormitory after everyone else had fallen asleep. The last thing she wanted was to deal with another human soul this evening. Andromeda had spent three hours between the pages of her book, now to the point where it was scarcely a few inches from her nose. Finally, she had found her place of peace, and everyone else should be safe, far away from her at dinner – when someone stumbled over her.

For a moment, Andromeda was simply in shock – her mouth formed a wide O as she stared at the boy who had tripped right over her. Her book had been sent flying—her page lost, regrettably—and she was now half-sprawled over the aisle herself, feeling jumbled. And then the anger took over. The usually calm, collected, quiet Black sister had simply had too much today—and her temper was unleashed. ”What the hell is your problem?” She hissed, keeping her voice down so as not to arouse the suspicion of the librarian. ”Can you not pay attention to where your feet are moving? Could you not see me?!” Her eyes narrowed. ”And shouldn’t you be at dinner?” She glared at the boy, furious and hurt and just wishing for this day to end.

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burn it to the ground - ted Nov 18, 2013 9:28:38 GMT -8

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Post by THEODORE HAMISH TONKS on Nov 18, 2013 9:28:38 GMT -8

He had been circling the library for what seemed like hours, his nose pressed up against the pages of the book that he was reading. It was easier for him to walk around and read - it kept his body and mind focused on the words that seemed to jump out of the pages at him. Growing up, Ted would spend hours reading with his mum and dad. Books took him away to a place where love conquered all, heroic rescues ensued, monsters were vanquished at the point of a sword, magic existed-

Looking up for a moment, Teddy’s thoughts were interrupted by the realization that he now lived in a place where magic did indeed exist. He grinned, pushed his large frames up the bridge of his nose, and then continued pacing about the library. More often than not, he was glad that there weren’t many people that came to the library so early in the new year. It gave him more freedom. Theodore Tonks found himself constantly sought after - people seemed to be drawn to him...why? He would never know. Zoe and Hestia had once told him that it was his dorkish charm that left the entire Ravenclaw house chasing after him.

Already quite off balance because of his lanky proportions, the moment that his feet collided with a body on the floor, he practically fell on top of the person. It was a girl, that much he was able to see as he was trying to untangle his limbs from hers, Slytherin by the looks of her emerald and silver tie, ”Sorry, Sorry, Sorry!” He was yelling, pulling his knee over her and finally managing to right himself, this time on the other side of his victim. She was hissing at him and Ted did the only rational thing: He began avidly trying to explain himself.

”Well what were you doing on the floor to begin with? I was-” His voice was rather loud, partly because of the shock and partly because he was trying to match the tone of the girl that was accusing him. Immediately he dropped his voice to a whisper, ”Sincerest apologies, I was just-” He held up his book, mimicking the position that he had been in moments before while he was walking, his face practically shoved between the pages, ”And then-” Mimicking his fall yet again, this time he ended by crouching down next to the girl so that they wouldn’t have to practically shout while they were whispering, ”To be honest, I’ve always had a bit of a hard time keeping myself upright,” It was more of him thinking aloud than speaking to the girl.

His long arms reached out and grabbed the book that he had flung onto the ground when their bodies had collided. Turning it over, he examined the title and realized that it was the same book that he had just finished a few days ago. It wasn’t until her heated accusation that he was missing dinner that he did a double take up at her. Andromeda Black. He would recognize the Black family nose anywhere...especially since Bellatrix Black had been in his classes since his first year.

”Merlin’s beard, have I missed it again?” Teddy glanced down at his father’s wrist watch and shook his head. Sure enough, it was well after six. His eyes watched for a few seconds as the hands of the clock ticked dutifully around the center of the watch. Seeming to finally screw his head on straight, Ted raised both of his eyebrows and looked in her direction, ”Shouldn’t you be at dinner?” He held out the book towards her.

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burn it to the ground - ted Nov 18, 2013 15:23:29 GMT -8

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Post by Deleted on Nov 18, 2013 15:23:29 GMT -8

Andromeda Black prided herself on two things: her intellect and her calm. She had always been the cool, collected one of her sisters – she held it all together. While Bellatrix may have taken the lead, as the eldest, Andromeda knew that she was the glue that was holding them together right now. She hated feeling out of control, she hated feeling like this – like she was about to crack and break and crumble into a million pieces. She wanted to cry, but she knew she couldn’t. She wanted to scream, but that wasn’t something she would do. She wanted to just sink down, down into a nice deep hole or a corner and just go somewhere else.

The floor of a rarely used part of the library was the closest that she could come.

Inside the realm of an open book, Andromeda could find solace. Within those pages were monsters who ended up slayed, princesses who got saved – or were able to save themselves, even. There were happy endings, and everything was always worked out by the very last page. Happy endings. What she wouldn’t give for one of those of her own – looking at her life (well, most days, anyway) Andromeda could see it being a page from a book. She was a bit of a princess, wasn’t she? Weren’t her and her sisters just that? Princess Bella was going to rule the world. Princess Cissa was going to be the elegant young woman who ruled her castle with grace... and Princess Andromeda, what was she going to do? She supposed she was going to bear children and ... just—what? She always wondered, what her purpose was supposed to be. She was the glue, sure enough, but what would she be once they went their separate ways? What was she supposed to do with her life?

And then, there she was – sprawled out across the floor, nearly half beneath someone else—someone considerably taller than her, all limbs and what was he doing?! No matter the calm and peace her hours lost in the book had afforded her, the moment she was interrupted—back came the snapping bad mood, and her usual calm manner was dissipated. Even as she hissed at him, she hated herself for it. That wasn’t behavior she usually showed—never. And yet... even his repetitive sorry! sorry! irked her. She glared at him as he pantomimed the entire incident. ”I know what happened, I was present for it,” she said, frowning. She didn’t even recognize this person—who was he? She knew almost everyone in the school of the older years; or at least, she had thought she did.

Andromeda huffed. ”I was on the floor to avoid being bothered.” She didn’t know what to do with him – she was mad, still, as she had been mad all day it felt like – but he was... affable. He seemed nice enough, and that was ticking at her conscious—she was not the Black sister to go off on someone simply for a mistake or accident. ”If you’ve had such trouble keeping yourself upright... I can’t imagine how you’ve made it this far,” she said, though her venom was gone. She hadn’t expected him to jerk her out of the mood so easily, and that jarred her quite a bit. She clung to the remains of the bad mood, because not a word said by anyone else all day had done anything alleviate it. This stranger did not get to erase her bad day with his dorkiness.

She watched him carefully, in sullen silence, as he looked over her book. ”May I have that back, please?” She had meant to say it with a hint of dripping sarcasm—but it came out as a plaintive plea. ”I—yes. It should’ve started a bit ago. I think.” This person – a Ravenclaw by the looks of it – was just keeping her all sorts of off-kilter. ”No.” She frowned, and retrieved her book as it was offered. ”Because it is a bad day, and bad things have been happening and I am trying desperately to avoid large groups of people.” She pulled her hair from its ponytail, knowing that it had been bedraggled to embarassing lengths and tried to fix it. She knew there was no helping it. ”Sorry I yelled at you.” She looked up at him, sheepish. ”It’s been a really rough day.” There was no sense in taking any of it out on him. She had to regain what she prided herself on at least a little bit – and she was the kindest of her sisters, so. ”I’m Andromeda, by the way – do I know you?”

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burn it to the ground - ted Nov 18, 2013 20:31:48 GMT -8

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Post by THEODORE HAMISH TONKS on Nov 18, 2013 20:31:48 GMT -8

Still crouched next to her on the ground, Teddy was wondering if the girl was going to suddenly pull her wand and hex him into oblivion. He would expect something like that from a Black; but almost as quickly as the thoughts went through his head, she seemed to visibly relax. She was quite right - of course - about him being a wonder having made it this far. Ted was probably the most awkward entanglement of limbs that he had ever seen, ”Valid point, I just count myself excruciatingly lucky these days,” He shrugged his shoulders ever so slightly.

Ted was staring at her intently, trying to figure out exactly how she had managed to escape the Black family jeans without a sneer like her older sister...until he realized that she was asking for the book back, ”Right-” But he didn’t move to give it back. Very protective over books, Ted was especially protective over this one. He had just finished it and it had been added to his repertoire. Slowly he handed the book back to her.

Of course he was missing dinner again - it seemed to be such a common occurrence these days. Teddy would go into hiding in the library, reading for hours on end until someone came and found him and demanded that he ate. Lost in his thoughts, he wasn’t quite expecting the apology, but he managed to bounce back almost immediately, ”Nah, it’s alright, I get a lot of yelling. Ted! Why aren’t the dishes washed? Ted! Where did you put the toilet paper we just bought? Ted! Why can’t you pull your head out of your book long enough to realize that you’re going to trip over girls taking refuge on the floor?” He offered her a rather large smile, hoping that this would mend some of the issue that he had caused by physically attacking her on the floor.

”Theodore Tonks. Theodore, Theo. Tonks. Ted. Teddy...” His voice fell off slightly as he went down his list of nicknames and then he looked back at her, still grinning, ”It’s nice to finally meet a Black sister that’s not trying to murder me during classes, ‘Dromeda.” It seemed like the proper shortening of her name to him, although he wasn’t sure that she would be all too pleased with a strange Ravenclaw adopting pet-names to her when they’d only just met.

”I’m sorry about your day-” He stood up, brushing off the front of his trousers, ”Just wait until you get to chapter 11,” Ted said nodding toward the book and then walking off in the library. Of course, he had no intentions of leaving quite yet, especially since the girl had had such a horrible day and had resorted to skipping dinner. He found his stuff - along with the bag of trail mix that he had managed to sneak past the librarian earlier. Grabbing it and tucking it under his arm, he managed to pick up most of his other stuff and returned to the edge of the library where she was sitting.

His movements were slow and deliberate, urging himself not to risk falling over her for a second time this evening...because quite frankly? He wouldn’t put it past himself. Stopping in front of her, he set down the trail mix and then sat back down, this time fully, ”If we’re both going to skip dinner, we might as well do it together.” He shrugged and adjusted himself so that he had a proper sitting position.