#andromeda3

[cygnusblackthethird]

Despair and Threats

WHO: Cygnus Black and Bellatrix Black, Andromeda Black, Narcissa Black, and Regulus Black WHEN: January 14th, 1978. 5:45PM. WHERE: Cygnus Black’s chambers

The atmosphere was somber in Cygnus Black’s chambers as he awaited the arrival of his daughters and nephew. He had gone around yesterday to personally inform Bellatrix, Andromeda, and Narcissa that their presence was required, and he had sent Regulus an owl this morning. He would be leaving tomorrow, bright and early, and there was things that he needed to run by the younger members of his family. Reminders of family, of duty. Times were changing, and the Black family had been attacked. That would not stand, and he needed to remind them of what it meant to be apart of this family.

He glanced over the table, which was set neatly five plates. He’d informed the house elves that he wanted dinner served promptly at 6:15. He had told the children to arrive at 6. There was a knock against the doors of his chambers, and Cygnus plucked his cigarette from his lips so that he might be able to greet whomever it was that had arrived. He raised an eyebrow, his lips twitching slightly at the person who stepped inside. 

“You’re early.”

@forgottenandromeda @nrcissvblvck @adbellatrix @reg-ablack

[sebastian-whoisleft]

sweet nothing || sebastian & andromeda

“Babe, they’ve got shrimp,” was the indelicate way Sebastian decided to approach Andromeda. 

She’d been standing alone with her back to the Warrington’s ornate ballroom wall. Sebastian ambled up caught between two worlds - the one of their little charade (calling her ‘babe’ was only because they were in earshot of others, and he’d been alone with her and served less than eight drinks beforehand), and the one of his real personality, the one urging a bright smile onto his face and the one that’d convinced him it was a good idea, actually, to load up a tea saucer with as much freshwater shrimp as it could hold. 

Their drinks, which were what Sebastian had been originally sent to fetch before seafood became the apple of his eye, floated in midair beside him. He gave one - a deep, burgundy red wine - a nudge with his free fingertip so that it would ease into Andromeda’s orbit for the taking. 

The night had turned into a well-planned but stuff affair, surprising nobody. There was no way to be ‘casual’ about a several course dinner party with the sole aim of forcing betrothed couples to speak to one another and encouraging all the singles left in the pureblood realm to place speed over affection when it came to pairing off. 

“Are you having fun?” he asked Andromeda, because he could tell she was not. Sebastian’s smile gave it away; there was a goading, knowing look about it that indicated he knew her at least well enough to read ‘boredom’ between the lined mask of ‘politely entertained.’ Plucking his own drink - an Ogden’s, naturally, because it was still campaign season - out of the air, Sebastian leaned in to speak to Andromeda in a more private, muted tone. 

To anyone else, it might have seemed like they were exchanging sweet-nothing’s, but in reality he just wanted to laugh about, “Maggie Fawley’s date spilled an entire glass of cranberry-punch down the front of her dress and she’s having a fit about it. About thirty yards to your left.” 

@andromeda-whoisleft

[notrodolphus]

prone to run in the setting sun // andromeda & rabastan

“--no, how many times do I have to explain this? Loony Nonby isn’t a cornish pixie, he’s the one fighting with the cornish pixie. And in the last issue, the pixie enlisted the help of Pandora the Peruvian Vipertooth, but I heard from a couple third years that she might not actually be a real dragon. So, like, it’s crazy because in Loony In Love #2 it was revealed that Loony’s ex was an animagus, and if she happens to be Pandora then that’s, like... crazy. Isn’t that crazy?!”

Rabastan turned around to throw this question rather violently at Andromeda, the comic in question clutched in his hand. He knew that she probably didn’t care about his little rant, most likely hadn’t even been listening, but that didn’t bother him. Ever since he’d gotten out of the infirmary and realized that he’d used up the last of his stash while recuperating, he’d been itching to be Anywhere But Inside. The only good thing about the entire ordeal was that he’d found his other stash -- a collection of Loony Nonby v.s. Cornish Pixie hidden under a floorboard he’d loosened up in his second year. Rabastan had blazed through them all, and then promptly renewed his subscription. The adventures of the accident-prone wizard and mischievous creature were comedic gold... and as they continued on with their once-a-fortnight-stroll he wanted to make sure Andromeda knew. 

“I mean, the dialogue’s just genius, and you really relate to Loony sometimes, you know?" he added, falling back in step with her. Above them, the sun was just about to touch the horizon and students were already filing back into the castle. Rabastan wasn’t quite ready to go back to his dorm with Scowly, More Scowly, and Most Scowly just yet, so he led them a little further towards the edge of the forest. “Listen, it’s much better than that muggle crap you read. I mean, Pride and Prejudice? Don’t we already kind of live that? What’s the point of reading about it when you literally see it in the common room first thing in the morning?”

@unchainedprincess

[persiankitten89]

I need someone to help me I need to get to New Orleans so I can finalize the rest of my edict to Harrah's casino to my penthouse. I'm still being gang stalked I can't get anyone to acknowledge me and I am the oil reserve board there is nobody else DNA proved it I'm all the major bloodlines my algorithm set the oil container and it's already being filled I don't know who this Pakistani man is but if it's the one that I reported when I was a teenager who was ku Klux Klan I wouldn't want the s***** stinky man near me. I'm tired of people saying they hate my vagina you wouldn't know because I was saving myself cuz it was supposed to be special. The man that I was with was supposed to be BJ Butler from Denham and his doppelganger is the one that ended up with same tattoos and all drugged me with homemade liquid ketamine and used the man who was supposed to show up for me semen DNA will prove that my kids are missing I know they're dead because I found evidence at one place. Magullah went to jail in Paris for disrespecting me has been here with Tiffany and red is in on it. Magilla cousin who married the capital Asian Vietnamese lady showed up cuz he believed that he was going to sacrifice his self for his cousin because he believed his cousin was going to show up for me and I reported what happened at the quality inn because I had seen him and then I heard all the screens and everything going on and I reported it. Tired of people tell me I'm hefty nobody asked your opinion. I'm still stuck on Jean Buckle sleeping in a recliner because of my brother having every one of the men who I shot clocked and got arrested in Europe when I found those 300 children come in here. I have had the Royal tubules twice and I don't deserve this. No one will sit in my oil reserve board seat. Marrene and Michael Beatty are trying to instagated me to kill myself. Michael chalet and his brother are here next door where Mrs gilly lived she made the Andromeda3 suit so could someone who cares help me to get an officer from New Orleans to escort me to Harrah's to my penthouse so I can spoil them reward myself and start trying to get the oil back online cuz I'm overhauling all of it all these people that got fired you're not coming back and nothing moves or shakes without me cuz no one's gold digging me I've never put myself first and I'm 39 and who cares if anyone wants to be with me or not I choose myself cuz I can spoil myself since I can't seem to get a son of a b**** to care so could I officer please help me you have to call or message me because I haven't had that yet on my actual phone.I have to go to Harrah's because that's how every single person that was on the oil reserve board had to do their edict you have to choose somewhere and it has to be done a certain way I built that penthouse and that's where I have to go or it can't be finalized.