Stephen, Andromeda
Andromeda did not want to be there. It was not that she was afraid of social functions or had a distaste for others, but there was always something lurking on the outside, just on the periphery that would remind her that she was still being watched, judged. Didn't any of them know that the choices of the woman known as Andromeda Tonks were not her own. Still, it was a useless endeavor to argue the point. People would think what they wanted, regardless how powerful her sister might be.
Smoothing a hand down her robes, Andromeda smiled to both Mr. and Mrs. Nott as Stephen showed her to the library. She knew exactly what Bella was doing, dangling the offer of books in front of her like that, she was about to be discussed.
Once they were alone, Andromeda fought the urge to apologize for the situation that probably pleased no one save for Bella, but Blacks did not do such things. Instead, she focused her attention on the books spanning the room. "It's a lovely collection," she observed, stepping close to a shelf to read the names to herself. "I must admit, I am slightly jealous. The library at Lestrange Manor has yet to acquire many of the titles published in the last few decades." Of course, there were other things of higher priority than books, but Andromeda could only name a select few.