BLACK, andromeda cassia

ANDROMEDA CASSIA BLACK ,


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"IT'S REAL FOR US. NOT FOR HER.
WE'LL GET THE LETTER, YOU AND ME."
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( FULL NAME ) : Andromeda Cassia Black
( NICKNAMES ) : As a child, many people – her sisters, friends, and other family members – called her Andy; however, in the last several years (at her adamant request) they have been calling her Dromeda if they must shorten it.
( SEX ) : Female.
( BLOOD TYPE ) : Pureblood; Toujours pur, or didn’t you know?
( AGE & DOB ) : Sixteen, August 18
( YEAR ) : Sixth.
( HOUSE ) : Slytherin.
( CANON? ) : yes
( OCCUPATION ) : Student
( AFFILIATION ) : Death Eater / Neutral
( SEXUAL ORIENTATION ) : Heterosexual
( WAND ) : Twelve and three-quarters inches, Veela hair core, black walnut wood.

( LIKES ) : friends, fashion, books, her sisters & cousins, Quidditch, Charms, jewelry, boys, dancing.
( DISLIKES ) : Violence, her mother & aunt, being controlled or told what to do, pressure, spiders.
( STRENGTHS ) : Flirting, wandwork, assertiveness, persuasiveness.
( WEAKNESSES ) : Sweet talk, potions, family, focusing, loneliness.
( AMORTENTIA ) : Chocolate, champagne, strawberries, and vanilla.
( RIDDIKULUS! ) : Andromeda’s biggest fear is being completely alone: all around her, emptiness… not a soul to support her, to be there for her. No one, and nothing.
( EXPECTO PATRONUM! ) : Her first kiss. It wasn’t anything superbly spectacular, in the realm of kisses, but she will never forget it: that first touch of lip to lip, the thrill and the shiny new feelings… the butterflies fluttering so hard it was a wonder she wasn’t nauseous. It was beautiful, and perfect.
( DEMENTOR'S KISS ) : When Andromeda had been ten, she’d been left behind. It was in Diagon Alley, during the shopping trip they had done just for Bellatrix’s first year at Hogwarts; next year, it would be her turn, and so she looked at each shop front with an eye for a year from then… she’d been staring at a shop window – the Menagerie, in fact, looking at the prettiest owls and cats – when she turned around suddenly, after being jostled by someone. Her family was gone. Andromeda paled. She couldn’t find them! Of course, it was only five minutes of panic before she again found them – in the bookstore. But of course, it had been Trixie’s day, and no one had even noticed she was gone.
( MIRROR OF ERISED ) : More than anything in the world, Andromeda wants to find a real love. The idea of an arranged marriage makes her shudder; even if her parents chose someone she enjoyed the company of… that didn’t mean she wanted to marry that person. She feels terrible for Bellatrix’s match, and spends a good deal of her time, trying to fall asleep at night, wishing for some happy ending.
( PERSONALITY ) :
Andromeda is a balanced individual: a girl who loves fashion, shoes, make-up, and boys… while still capable of defending herself both physically and magically, should the time come for it. She isn’t combative, but she certainly will not take abuse lying down. Not as power-hungry as her elder sister, not as gracious as her younger sister, Andromeda sees herself as the best of both worlds – the product of her raising, she is a proper pureblood witch: her values hold strong, her magic holds stronger, and her pride holds strongest of all.

Andromeda is a social butterfly; she has many friends, some amongst the houses, though the greatest number lie in Slytherin. She does love the parties at Hogwarts; her love for pretty dresses ensures that the formals remain her favorite. Andromeda is neither abundantly loud or soft-spoken: she will speak her mind, but not belligerently. And while she does indeed think of herself as very well-balanced, there are times she can lose her head. When her sisters are concerned, it is always a very real possibility. When tempers and emotions run high, Andromeda has a tendency to crack and falter, unsure of her space… a very unusual feeling for the girl who generally feels in control, certain of her place in the world at large and the smaller world that lay within the walls of Hogwarts.

( HAIR ) : hair length, color, style, how it is usually worn, how your character feels about it, etc.
( EYES ) : Her eyes are her very darkest feature: so dark brown that the difference between her iris and pupil is indiscernible in some lights. Andromeda loves her eyes, the wide shape of them and the way that they can sparkle if there’s golden eye-shadow involved.
( FACIAL STRUCTURE ) : Andromeda inherited the gorgeous Black bone structure, same as her two sisters, and the darker complexion of their father, as Bellatrix. Her lips are full, and her eyebrows highly arching: another family trait, all the better to scathingly condescend.
( BODY STRUCTURE ) : Petite – measuring at five feet and five inches - and lithe are the best words to describe Andromeda. Perhaps she isn’t quite as graceful as Narcissa in some ways, or as intimidating as Bellatrix in others, but Andromeda holds her own. She isn’t short, by any measure, but she does fall below some of her contemporaries in the height department. Her curves are gentle, but definitely noticeable, and while she isn’t muscular, her body is very toned and she is deceptively able to take care of herself.
( ATTIRE ) : Fashion is one of Andromeda’s favorite things: apart from, you know, magic and boys and all that fun stuff. She loves putting together her outfits – and jazzing up the boring old Slytherin uniform when she wants. You rarely will see Andromeda without accessories: headbands, jewelry, bangles, colorful socks… anything is fair game. When not confined to her school wardrobe, however, Andromeda loves to wear things that are classy, yet not dated – fun skirts, dresses with daring designs, and on rare occasions, she’ll even wear some certain jeans with a blouse: but never a t-shirt.
( PLAY-BY ) : Leighton Meester

( PARENTS ) :
Cygnus Black III, 41, Father
Druella Rosier Black, 40, Mother
( SIBLINGS ) :
Bellatrix Black, 17, Slytherin.
Narcissa Black, 15, Slytherin.
( OTHERS ) :
Sirius Black, 16, cousin, Gryffindor
Regulus Black, 15, cousin, Slytherin
( HISTORY ) :
Andromeda Cassia Black was born in the midst of an August storm that was as dark as her surname. Despite that dramatic entrance, however, her childhood was relatively carefree: the middle child amongst three daughters in a wealthy pureblooded wizarding family, Andromeda wanted for little in her formative years. She and her siblings received all the best, newest toys when they wanted them, they were always taught how to act, how to think, how to dress, and how to persuade others: Andromeda learned her lessons well. They were not starved for attention, though their parents were certainly not hands-on. Her older sister was just a year older than her, and their youngest sibling was just a year behind, leaving the three sisters quite close… almost like friends instead of siblings. They banded together, despite their differences. And while they did argue amonst themselves, even to this day, it should be well-known not to mess with a Black sister, for the wrath of all three will come down upon those that do.

Andromeda has always been keen on impressing her parents, and regularly owls her parents with updates: her grades, her life in general. She knows that it’s largely skimmed, but her mother has always seemed grateful for the communication, and that was certainly the point. Andromeda has always loved it at Hogwarts: as a child, she dreamed of the day she and her sisters would wander the halls of the castle they’d heard stories about, and she knew they would be practically princesses of Slytherin. It had lived up to her expectations the moment they’d arrived: first just her and Bellatrix, and then Narcissa joined them. There are things that bring Andromeda struggle: potions, for one. However, there is always help available… generally, in her case, in the form of a brilliant (and likely attractive) tutor more than willing to help her out… It worked for her OWLs last year, as Andromeda had done well on each of hers. This year, the coursework is harder than ever, and her NEWTs are slowly looming ahead… but that’s a worry for next year, anyway.

( ALIAS ) : Michele
( AGE ) : 22
( EXPERIENCE ) : 8 years ohgodthat’ssolooong.
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After an evening of girly preparation, Alice Logan was ready to party: the time spent with Lily and Mary upstairs had transformed the three of them from the boring, day-to-day girls, to the elegant and, excuse me, absolutely gorgeous young women that now had made their ways into the Great Hall for the New Year’s party. This was the night—the night they would take last year, toss it out the window, and welcome in the fresh, bright, new year. Lily would kiss Trent at midnight, of course… and Mary, well, it was the hope of all three of them that Mary would just go ahead and kiss Longbottom at midnight. Then, Alice thought, Mary would be happy, Frank would be happy, and she and Frank could continue their herbology lessons with little to no awkwardness at all. A great plan for the new year all round, she thought.

As she scanned the dance floor, searching for someone worthy of her time on this auspicious evening, she smiled to herself. All in all, the year hadn’t been too shabby. She’d done extremely well on many of her OWLs; she knew she was well on her way to that dream job… Auror at the Ministry of Magic. Her heart trilled every time she thought of her near-approaching future. She’d had about three boyfriends this year – Aidan, Jason, and Max – but none of those had lasted very long… her relationships rarely did, but she taking steps to ensure that they could. The usual impediment was Frank Longbottom. It really wasn’t his fault… the poor boy couldn’t help himself. But between Mary’s budding romance with dear little Frankie and her de-sensitizing him to her presence through their herbology lessons (additional benefit: her herbology grades were already beginning to get better) she was certain that soon, Frank wouldn’t be all devoted to her anymore, and thus… any potential boyfriends would not get scared off. Instant happiness for all involved, she decided. 1977 was going to be the best year ever, she knew.

It was as that thought crossed her mind that she caught sight of the lucky soul who she had – just then – decided to grace with her presence. The light caught the shining beads on her ice-blue dress as she sashayed across the dance floor and draped her arm around the poor fool at the drinks table. ”Oh, Jamesie,” she said, grinning. ”It’s New Years’! Chin up, no scowling allowed. Oh, oh, no. Lemme guess. Ummmmm. Is it Sirius? Is he the only one you could get to promise to kiss you when the clock strikes twelve?” She giggled. ”But really, James, I mean it. It’s time to cheer up, for Alice has arrived to make your New Year shiny and bright. You can think of me as the sugar plum faerie’s party-lovin’ cousin tonight, yeah?” Oh, yes; Alice had officially made it her mission of the night to see James having a good time, not simply dulling his scowl through obscene amounts of liquor. ”Now, are you going to drink all of that yourself, Potter? Because I do believe that you being the only one ‘round these parts not sober just isn’t fair.” Her eyes twinkled as she teased her friend. ”By the way, you’re looking good tonight. Tell me, why are you sulking over here when you could be cutting a rug with one of the very many spectacularly dressed females that are staring at you, hm?”