InsaneJournal

Who: Andromeda Tonks and Kurt Wagner
What: Working outside
When: Friday afternoon
Where: Castle grounds
Rating/Warnings: Probably low.
Status: In progress. Closed.

It was a pleasant day, and Andromeda had shooed the smaller versions of the Black brothers outside to play, following herself to set up camp on an outside table as they vanished off around a corner. She didn’t mind taking care of them – welcomed it, in fact. They filled some of the ache that Dora’s absence had left behind. But they reminded her of being eighteen – as she must have been around the time they came from. Breaking up with Ted every other week to go fill her prepared place as a wife to some pureblooded idiot, only to scramble back to him the next day. The countless arguments as he failed to understand her unwillingness to throw it all to one side and come with him… Things she hadn’t thought about in a long time.

And in the years that had passed she’d forgotten what her little relatives had been like. Or perhaps she just hadn’t been old enough to see it. But there they were. Regulus, quiet and careful, with large eyes and a serious little bow for a mouth. And Sirius, his skinny shoulders squared even at that young age, ready for an inevitable fight.

Andromeda sighed to no’ one in particular, the sound dissolving into the air, and straightened the papers spread before her until they sat completely parallel with each other. Half a dozen white rectangles against the wood, printed with black words that provided little relief for the way she was half-listening to the sounds of the outside, ready for a child’s yell as he fell or fought. It was no small wonder, therefore, that she didn’t hear the person coming down the path until they were almost on top of her.