Re: Stephen, Andromeda
Andromeda smiled at the sound of Stephen's laugh. "I suppose I would have been a Ravenclaw if not all Blacks were Slytherin." Of course cousin Sirius had broken that unwritten rule. "But there's nothing wrong with wanting to consume more knowledge." After all, knowing was only the first part of the battle. It was what one did with the knowledge that decided the outcome.
Her eyes lit up when he made his offer in regards to his personal library. "That's very kind of you. I will do my best not to abuse the offer."
"Do I enjoy working at the Ministry?" Andromeda cocked her head to the side in thought. "I don't dislike it and I'm glad that my days are filled with something, though I doubt I see the rest of my life spent assisting my sister." Marriage and children would have to come eventually, of course. "But I don't know what draws my interested and passion just yet, except of course, books."
Blue eyes glanced around the shelves that surrounded them. "And I suppose that's a terribly boring answer." But then again, she had always been content to fade into the background and let her sisters glitter like jewels. It was hard to break lifelong habits.
"Bella's always had a special interest in the Dark Arts, even when we were children," Andromeda remarked, feeling as if she had just stated the most obvious thing in the world all over again. "It was hard to keep pace with her."
"Compromise can be a good thing." Her gaze found his. "I do hope you never have to cross the ethical boundary set up by your Healer's Oaths." While she and Bella had grown up in the same household, Andromeda had never inherited the taste for violence and bloodshed like her sister. She could understand, or at least she thought she could, Stephen's aversion.