Re: Stephen/Andromeda
"What am I to do now?" she asked with a wave of her hand. Her entire world, all that she though she knew, had been broken down and shifted. Andromeda knew very well her place in society still existed at the pleasure and will of Stephen. Even if she doubted the man would throw her out, it was unnerving to be beholden to just one person. "In the past few months I have been so focused on just getting through to surviving the next day that I hardly know what to do with myself."
That was part of the argument, she was sure. The other part was a lot less noble and a lot more vain. This marriage would not be sustained forever. As soon as it ceased to be mutually convenient, they would separate. Who would then want a scarred girl, tainted forever by both the Dark Arts and Bellatrix Black Lestrange's name?
When he handed her the food, she looked down at it, feeling her stomach rebel slightly at the thought of the alcohol, but she could at least eat some of the meat sandwich. "Do you mind if we sit down?" Andromeda asked. "If one of my ancestors decides that he or she wants to smite me, I'd rather not have to fall vary far."