Who: Alphard and Andromeda Black When: This evening Where: Number 44 What: It's been a difficult day, Andromeda needs someone to talk to. Warnings/Rating: Not sure, but nothing too bad.
It had been a very long day for Andromeda. In the last twenty-four hours she had gone from thinking this place was nice and charming, to absolutely despising it with every fiber of her being. Originally, she was going to find her way to the salon today and begin working. That hadn't happened. Instead she had spent the whole day crying in her room or cleaning the cabin. The fact that she still had tears left surprised her, yet she had started crying again after she had written to Alphard.
He was the only person she really knew. Even Aunt Walburga was acting strange. It was nice, she supposed, but Andromeda couldn't help but feel overwhelmed by how different things were. To her, there didn't seem to be a reason for Dora to lie about being her daughter, or Ted being her father, or even that she would die at the hands of Bellatrix. But what was she supposed to do with that information when Bellatrix was six? It wasn't as though she could just walk over to her and push her down, or hex her. Even if that was just the beginning of what she wanted.
Andromeda pulled her legs up onto the oversized armchair she was sitting on in the living room and hugged her knees tightly. She was spinning right now. Spinning out of control, and she was unable to stop any of it from happening. She was unable to get out of here, or somehow reconnect on any level with herself where she had come from. It was frustrating. It was also frustrating that she wanted to know about anyone else she might have been related to that had been born after Dora. Maybe they would be nicer.
The knock on the door brought her back to this reality and she climbed off the chair she was sitting on. It was likely Alphard, and she didn't want him to see her crying. Instinctively, she wiped her cheeks and took a deep breath, her nose making more noise than she had thought it would. Fantastic, she was going to be all stuffy now. After a moment to compose herself, she opened the door.