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edgcrbxnes:

“Admittedly dressing my baby boy up as a banshee for Halloween wasn’t the most tasteful idea I’ve ever had”

     “ surely , it’s better than a daughter whose costume changed every twenty minutes.”

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luciusrnalfoys:

     —– he let out a laugh – cold and humourless and meant to be mean – and looked at andromeda with harsh, grey eyes. “ah, you were so close, andromeda — but you’ll have to try, harder,” said he, before letting his gaze drop to her daughter. distaste filled his mouth, but he curled his lips. “lesson one, little one: if you’re going to insult someone, be correct.” he returned his eyes to andromeda, poison on his tongue, venom in his eyes. he despised her, truly — more than he despised muggles and muggleborns; there was NOTHING worse than a blood traitor. “read my family’s history and you’ll find no trace of incest. read your own, however ….” he paused. “it’ll explain your own idiocy.”

           she had stopped taking things like this to heart long ago . if her life as a black had given her one skill , it was a keen ability to separate herself from her emotions. to detach and repress until that offensive feeling had passed. a ghost of a smirk passes over andromeda’s mouth before she returns to a neutral expression . she will not be brought to anger by someone she cared for so little. not in front of her daughter.  ❝ then tell me , malfoy - - how does one so righteous as yourself stoop to the likes of my sister ?  if our blood explains idiocy . . . ❞ her intention was not to insult narcissa ( try as she might , she could not entirely escape the urge to protect her ). leaving no room for misunderstanding , andromeda quickly spoke up again.  ❝ it’s funny , isn’t it ? how perception of a whole can change when a part is challenged or threatened. how words only have the weight you assign to them. . . ❞

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ANDROMEDA BLACK TONKS

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I burned so long so quiet you must have wondered if I loved you back. I did, I did, I do.

Annelyse Gelman, from “The Pillowcase” in Everyone I Love is a Stranger to Someone (via theglasschild)

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I should so hate for you to be unhappy.

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rebellxon

     At first, the feeling of someone running into her put Mary on alert, but when she looked down to see it was just a child, she smiled feeling relieved. Crouching down, she watched as the child’s hair turned a different color and grinned up at who had to be her mother – someone Mary somewhat admired. She’d heard about ANDROMEDA TONKS from whispers, from her time at the Prophet, hearing how she’d been disowned from her blood purist family like Sirius had been. Good. “Oh, it’s fine, we’ve all got those moments where’s we’re walking funny. Whether it’s from alcohol, sex, just plain clumsiness or horrible heels.” Mary smiled at the child before getting back up, “besides, I don’t mind children. Adults are a whole other matter. Is she a metammorphamagus? I’ve never met one before.”

         she saw the look in the other woman’s eyes and could place it immediately. RECOGNITION. it was something she had experienced her entire life , be it as the noticeable but oft overlooked daughter of cygnus and druella , or the one that got away. it was inescapable , the ties that she broken still followed her in their own unusual ways. in many ways she was lauded as brave for what she did. can one truly be brave for escaping the thing that is suffocating them , she wondered ? brown eyes widened as the woman spoke , inciting a giggle from nymphadora who clearly thought her mum’s reaction was hilarious. to the other woman’s question , andromeda merely quirked a brow before looking down to her daughter. ❝ speak for yourself , darling. go on. ❞ it was something she encouraged for her daughter - - an early ownership of her voice. 

                     ‘ yes i am ! ‘ piped a little voice. it was then that she closed her eyes, clenched her fists together tightly as her very normal, very human nose was replaced with a bright yellow beak. ‘ see ? ‘

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        IT’S THE RETURN of the garbage girl ( a k a me ! ) but i have a new child that is not garbage. it’s been about three years since i’ve played andromeda ,  but please bear with me because i love her more than anything in the whole world. i’m still trying to figure her out , but below the cut is a quick rundown of a few headcanons that i have ! basically , picture the way julie andrews portrays mary poppins and you’ll get a good idea of who she is. 

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luciusrnalfoys:

 —– oh, this was GRAND; the kid of his wives’ estranged traitor of a sister crashing into him. he watched andromeda pull her daughter away as he wiped his cloak, a look of annoyance marking his face. “i’ve heard dirty blood leads to slow learners,” he sneered, glancing at the familiar face of andromeda black. he wasn’t sure whether he despised her more for turning her back on all that was right or for causing narcissa pain, but he despised her all the same.

         it was as if someone had replaced her blood with ICE. she stiffened , pulling nymphadora tightly to her , before lifting her head. she would not shy away from his gaze. such would imply that she had something to be ashamed of. nothing could have been further from the truth.never had she been more grateful for the severed ties as she did standing here , watching her sister’s husband insult her daughter. in another life , perhaps - - he might be a proud uncle of one of her pureblooded children. a horrifying thought. ❝  come up with that one all by yourself , did you?   ❞ she sneered , hand falling to rest atop dora’s head. ❝ it’s funny - - i’ve heard the same about inbreeding. so it seems there’s no escaping idiocy !  ❞

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Send me HC + a word and I’ll write a headcanon about it regarding my character.

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pandcra

               —- a small gasp exits pandora’s mouth at the contact. she had not encountered anyone so tiny in ages. usually people were colliding with her head on, rather than smacking into her legs. she smiles, as warm and inviting as can be, at the woman whom had come barreling after the child. “ it’s no bother. she’s quite the energetic young thing, isn’t she? ” her gaze drifted down to the little girl, “ how old? ”

         ❝ energetic doesn’t even begin to cover it - - ❞ andromeda looks down at her daughter , doing her best to smooth down the unruly strands of hair that are now changing from brown to PINK as she looked up inquisitively at the woman before her. for someone with so much personality , dora was acting quite shy - - perhaps it was the understanding that a collision isn’t the best first impression settling in.  ❝  nearly five , right ? ❞ a look down to nymphadora who nodded enthusiastically gave the other woman her answer.  ❝ we’ve a birthday coming up ! ❞

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sliverelegance:

Narcissa was wondering around when all of a sudden her ex-sister kid was in front of her. She was shocked but quickly recovered.  “And i care because “ she says in a cold tone. 

       INSTINCTIVELY,  andromeda pulls nymphadora behind her.  ❝ you don’t care . in fact , it’d be better for us both if you didn’t mention this to anyone else. ❞

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         a look of pure horror paints andromeda’s features as she realizes that her daughter has slipped from her grasp, running ahead and nearly colliding with another individual. dead clumsy, that girl is. running ahead, she quickly reaches for dora’s arm, gently redirecting her away from her target.  ❝ sorry ! ❞ she exclaims, not paying too much mind to the individual she had likely offended.  ❝ you’d think she learned to walk just yesterday . . . ❞

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lederanged:

—– rodolphus was rather enjoying the aftermath, not as much as the attack itself but enough to stick around a while longer. the lingering smoke against the array of destruction looked like art to him. nudging a bit of rubble with the top of his shoe, he couldn’t help but be impressed with the job done. “there’s no point sticking around,” he announced, stoic as ever, “they didn’t rebuild rome in a day.”

            ANDROMEDA WAS FILLED WITH REMORSE that had prompted  her to offer what little help she could to those struggling to return to their feet . there was a guilt associated with these attacks that she could not explain . perhaps it was the fact that those who had orchestrated them were likely the people she had spent the better part of her life affiliated with. but , she was sad for them , too. the part of her that had grown up with them mourned their current state . they hadn’t been given an opportunity to ESCAPE - - to see the light. lifting her cloak so she might step over a pile of bricks , she offered a wayward glance to the man. in all likelihood , the remnants of this chaos were , in part , his doing. 

                  ❝     quite.   ❞ her tone was cold - - assuming some of the pureblood reticence she was now UNFAMILIAR WITH. ❝  but the romans had to start somewhere , did they not ? ❞

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TONKS , TED .

TED’S HEAD span with the heat from bodies packed together like sardines in a tin. his usually busy pub was flooded with people, some regulars but some shaken, sporting newly healed scars and the brave faces only survivors would know. the beer draughts adorning the bar were now charmed to pour all hot drinks known to man. he stood behind the bar, a self-replenishing pile of blankets by his feet and bottles of gilly water littering the bar top. “COME AND TAKE WHATEVER YOU NEED! THE ROOMS UPSTAIRS ARE AVAILABLE FOR ANYONE WHO NEEDS SOMEWHERE TO STAY!” he called, cupping his mouth with his hands to try and project his voice over the chaos inside the cramped bar. sensing a new figure leaning against the counter, ted looked up.

“are you alright ? do you need anything ?”

           ANDROMEDA HADN’T INFORMED her husband that she would be going out - - or taking their daughter with her. regret weighed heavily on her as she entered the pub. if something had happened to her - - to nymphadora. for ted’s sake and her own , she couldn’t bear to think of it. instead , she busied herself with her daughter .dazed and confused , dora tonks bore a brave face. a little warrior in her own right , she peered at the bedraggled patrons of the pub , little hand resting tenderly on her mother’s shoulder. andromeda knew that as soon as she was allowed , the little one would meander amongst the survivors , offering what little support she could by turning her hair a horrid shade of green.                               it was then that ted tonks caught her eye - - offering shelter and respite for those who had suffered. ted tonks being exactly the man she married , overwhelmingly GOOD. the thought that she might not have come back to the man before her brought a lump to her throat , tears brimming her eyes. with a sigh , she pushed her way through the crowds until she was at the counter. she watched him work for a moment , until he acknowledged her presence. taking a page from her daughter’s book , she assumed a brave face. a smile toyed at the edge of her lips as she set dora down to sit on a free space on the counter. 

            ❝ it’s a good thing you’ve asked, sir ! it seems to me that this marvelous little girl is in dire need of a hug from her father. apparently my hugs aren’t quite big enough for mademoiselle’s tastes.    ❞ index finger moved to lightly tap the tip of a small nose , eliciting peals of laughter from the girl. it was a GOOD sound. an indicator that maybe -- if they were lucky, things might be all right in the end.