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Andromeda had been gone forever in Cissy years. Each day she knew her sister was missing and this place had made it that more real. She ran into different family members over and over, but not one had been Andy. She had been on her brave face and thrown herself into trying to distract herself. All of that stopped the second she saw her sister's handwriting.
All the hurts, all the fears, all of the emotions had welled up at that handwriting. That was not her Andy, but that had not stopped her heart from aching. Words had escaped her that she wanted so badly to tell her own sister. This Andy had apologized, forgiven her, and even seemed to want to see her. She had a chance at her sister again even if it was not her Andy. She had said it over and over here- family was family. The worlds did not matter in the end, at least not to her.
Her hands shook slightly as she adjusted her ice blue hair ribbon. She was nervous, more then she wanted to admit. What if everything went all wrong? What if the other Andy took one look at her and just turned away? The bow came undone as she fidgeted and she bit her lower lip. How annoying! She squared her shoulders and tried again. Soon enough the bow was perfect and she was sliding her feet into a matching pair of ballet like slippers. Her hands shook still as she smoothed the front of her slightly paler blue dress.
She was going to see Andromeda.
Chronos was promptly deposited in her pocket before she made her way towards Gamma. The journey was nerve wracking, only because her mind insisted on going over everything that could go wrong. Finally she made it to the right place and stepped inside the common room. Her footsteps just halted and Cissy found she could not take another step.
She was going to see Andromeda and it had been such an awfully long time since she had seen her sister. Just because they had made up, sort of, over the journals did not mean they would get along in real life. Right? No, she was a Black! They did not act afraid. She scrapped her teeth over her lower lip as she willed her feet to move again. This was her sister. She had to see her sister. The piano was just over there, it would not be so difficult to walk over there, and yet she seemed to be having trouble moving from her spot.
Such a coward! Afraid to face her own sister! Some Black she was!