Who: Andromeda Black & Rodolphus Lestrange When: Late, Sunday, November 12th Where: Rodolphus' Home What: Figuring it all out Rating: Lowish
Unable to sleep, Andromeda had left in bed in the one of the guest rooms and descended the grand staircase while the moon hung in the sky. It was late, Andromedea wasn't sure what time, but the rest of the large home was silent. She moved quietly towards the kitchen, her bare feet tiptoeing against the cool floor.
A cup of tea would do the trick, she told herself. Her silk robe billowed slightly as she walked into the kitchen and went about preparing a kettle for her tea. There was comfort in making tea without magic, the routine helped calm her ever present nerves and unease.
Andromeda couldn't remember the last time she was happy. Years ago, really. Four years ago. Happiness hadn't been a part of her life since her husband was taken from her. And Andromeda knew that she was the reason for her current unhappiness. There was a man in her life so willing to be there, to give her anything he wanted, and she rejected him time and time again. She pushed him away and for what?
Because she was scared.
Sighing as the kettle whistled, Andromea pulled a mug down from the cabinet and set her tea to steep. Merlin, she needed to sort out her life.