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Andromeda Rosalie Tonks nee` Black (first_andromeda) wrote in _firstwar_hist,

Andromeda simply watched him quietly as he moved about, her gaze catching his briefly over the rim of her mug before she let it go and let him do as he pleased. What was one supposed to say in this situation? Yes she had been through it all but that didn't mean that it made her the expect on what to say or do, how to act or feel or even how one was supposed to get over all of this and move past it all for if the truth were to be known, she herself still wasn't over it all, she still hadn't moved past it all. Even after six, almost seven years it still haunted and plagued her a great deal. She could still see all of their reactions clearly in her mind. The horrified look on her mothers face, the disappoint and disgust showing clearly on her fathers. The way Bella's jaw had clenched in that subtle, angered way she had of clenching it and expressing how she felt without ever saying a word. The entire mood of the room had shifted in one single word and in that split second when everything had changed, for the first time that she could ever remember, Andromeda had truly been afraid of her family. Everything had happened much faster than she had thought it would after that. Her parents had begun shouting at her, making demands and threats, all the while she tried to defend herself and her actions. Bella had simply just left without a word spoken the entire time though she hadn't needed to say anything for Andromeda to know how she felt. She was dead to her sister long before she ever left the room. It was a night that still haunted her both during her waking and non waking hours and while it had gotten better here lately it had gotten worse, much worse and while she hated to think it had anything to do with him a small part of her knew that the reason it was all being drudged back up in her mind was because of the boy sitting across from her.

And he was nothing more than that, a boy. A simple boy, or as simple as one could be when you were a Black. But still he was no older than she had been when she had left. The similarities between their disownments were more than she cared to see or recognize but then again at the same time they were completely and utterly different. Sirius was lucky though. He had friends and a support system to fall back on, and he had family, in as much of a way as she could be counted as family. He had what she hadn't when she had gone through all of this and she could only hope that such a thing meant that this would all be easier on him that perhaps he wouldn't have it as rough as she did for she did not want him to suffer and be as miserable as she had been in those first few days, those first few weeks where all she had done was stare silently at everything and everyone. Andromeda had gone through life the first six months after she had been disowned on autopilot. How she had ever managed to graduate from Hogwarts and pass the entrance exams into the Healer programme with the way she had been acting she would never know but eventually she had started to come around and participate in life even more. And every day that passed she was grateful for Ted. For the way he had silently stood by her and offered her support. How he had asked but hadn't asked and on the days when he would find her curled up silently sobbing and never said a word but instead just sat down beside her and let her cry, she would never be able to repay him for what he had done for her and she would always be grateful for it and love him.

Blinking rapidly she tried to push away the thoughts and flashes of memory that ran through her mind and made themselves known to her. This wasn't about her. This was about him and what he was going through. Focusing on him once more she took another sip of her tea as she watched him, waiting for some kind of sign that he wanted to talk or hell even a word to come from him. It would be his move this time if he wanted to start the conversation. He had asked for this and as such she would respect his wishes for as long as he wished for them to last.