Who: Andromeda and Regulus What: a meeting of estranged cousins When: a few weeks after Voldemort's fall. Where: a Muggle cafe. Warnings: TBA Status: Threaded; incomplete
Andromeda was antsy. She was hardly even over her jitters and nervousness from the war, and then - when it suited him, of course - she'd been contacted by her cousin, Regulus. It was at once good and bad, because for all that she missed her family, he was fairly low on the list of people she wanted to hear from - but that was no fault of his own. Quite the opposite, in fact; it was the people who had truly wronged her that she wanted to hear from, wanted to see them crawling back on hands and knees. But that was about as likely to happen as Andromeda herself doing it, and she knew it.
Regulus was both oddly neutral and somewhat dangerous territory. He was Sirius's brother, and Sirius was one of the few family members she still liked and trusted; she was vaguely hopeful that some of that might have rubbed off on Regulus. And yet, she knew he'd been involved in the war, on the side that would have killed her husband simply for his blood status. That was why, after she'd agreed somewhat reluctantly to meet him, she'd decided to come alone. If he was attempting to get to her family through her, well - he could think again. She had purposefully arranged this meeting in a Muggle cafe, not anywhere near her home, so that she could gauge his real reaction to the world that she was now more familiar with - and welcome in - than the one she'd been raised in.
Odd, how her upbringing was at once to blame for her nerves and responsible for the stoicism she was capable of summoning to cover them. She sat straight-backed in her chair outside the cafe, sipping at the cup of coffee in her hands. It was mostly to warm her fingers, because she'd forgone gloves in favor of letting her wedding band remain visible, despite the cold. After all this time, she was far too proud to hide it, to hide anything - except where safety was concerned.