Post by ANDROMEDA BLACK on Nov 15, 2012 16:12:01 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; height: 380px; background-image:URL(http://www.pixeden.com/media/k2/galleries/165/001-subtle-light-pattern-background-texture-vol5.jpg) ; border-left: 10px solid #1C161E; border-right: 10px solid #1C161E;] ANDROMEDA L. BLACK  full name: Andromeda Lucretia Black canon or orginial: Canon age: Sixteen year: Sixth house: Slytherin blood: pure wand: eleven INCH, UNICORN HAIR CORE, vine wood patronus: An owl boggart: Being disowned. It is a thought that has left her breathless at times, that her family could so easily toss her aside as if she were nothing to them. erised: To work at St. Mungo's as a healer. birth place: London, England ------------------------------------------------- They name her Andromeda Lucretia, following the tradition of naming members of the Black family after star constellations and family members that should have been forgotten generations ago but for some reason aren’t. It isn’t as if the woman did anything of importance for the family. That is, unless you count being the perfect pureblood wife; which Andromeda doesn’t. As the second child, she is a joyful addition to the family and when her sister Narcissa comes along and the attention is switched from Andromeda to the new blonde bundle of joy, the young girl finds that she hardly cares. It isn’t as if her wants and needs go unnoticed, the Black family is wealthy enough to give their daughters everything their hearts could ever desire and then some. From a young age Andromeda is taught what it means to be a Black. She is raised to be proud and confident, to always hold her head high as if she were royalty herself; which she might as well be. The Blacks are after all, one of the oldest and most honorable Pureblood families and to be one is to accept all the things that come with it. Andromeda is as close to being the perfect, dutiful daughter that any family could hope to have; except for the few little things that set her apart. She is found too often outside, enjoying the numerous gardens that grace their estate instead of staying indoors and doing her studies. And then there are the occasional odd remarks from her, such as when she was six and tells her mother she wants to be a healer. Her mother scoffs at the idea and tells Andromeda that when she is grown, her husband will provide for her. Black women don’t have careers. It is after this that Andromeda learns to keep her ambitions to herself. Her father takes her into the library one night and shows her the family tapestry, not that the family tree on the wall is anything new to her; she has been looking at it since she could remember. He shows her all the burn marks over the generations, the family members who brought shame to the Black name and as result had to be removed. The whole event is supposed to be a lesson on the family history but Andromeda understands the meaning behind it all too well; disgrace the family and the same fate will happen to her. She makes up her mind to never let such a thing happen, because the thought of having to leave her sisters behind is not one that she can bear. On the outside, Andromeda’s face is the perfect display of calm and nonchalance. On the inside, she is anything but. She is standing amongst the other first years in the Great Hall, her eyes focused on the hat at the front of them just like everyone else. It is the time of her sorting and Andromeda can’t remember a moment in her young life that she has ever been more anxious. She knows that she is next in line and part of her just wants to get it over and done with. There is no doubt in her mind of the house she will be placed in; she is a Slytherin through and through, her entire family is. She cast a sideways glance at Sirius, who is also going to be sorted and wonders what would happen if the two of them were placed in another house besides the one they have been told about their entire lives. The boy before her gets sorted into Hufflepuff and Andromeda has a sudden fear that she will be placed in the house of the badger. Her name is announced in the hall and Andromeda steps forward; her head held high and confidence in her every step. The Great Hall is completely silent; so quiet that Andromeda thinks that a pin dropping the floor would be similar to that of a canon going off. Part of her is curious to test her theory, and she would if she wasn’t so nervous. In her mind there is a war brewing, the fear and anxiety over while this whole process is taking to so long making her want to fidget. She has been sitting up on the stool in front of the entire school for at least three minutes now, the Sorting Hat upon her head muttering here and there in words that only she can hear. He mentions Ravencalw and Andromeda feels her heart plummet to her stomach. Her eyes scan the crowd and land on Bellatrix. Her sister is sitting at the Slytherin table, a look of confusion on her face. Andy’s mind goes back to the day that her father showed her the Black family tapestry and the fear of the reaction of her family jumps into her mind because she knows all too well how they will take such news. And so, Andromeda does the only thing she can think of; she begs. She pleads with the Hat to put in her Slytherin and can barely hide the sigh of relief when he does as she asks. Taking off the Hat, Andromeda makes her way to the Slytherin table, a look on her face of confidence that clearly says there was never any doubt in her mind about her sorting. It is a lie, one of the many that Andromeda finds herself making over the next couple of years. A few moments later, when Sirius is placed in Gryffindor, Andromeda can already see how this will affect her family if the look of displeasure on her sister's face is anything to go by. She does well academically, earning good marks in most of her classes besides Herbology where she finds that her love for gardens does not equal into a green thumb. She almost goes deaf in her second year when they are working on the mandrakes. But where as she fails with plants, she has a special talent for Astronomy. Andromeda has been star gazing for most of her life after all, and she is proud to say that she can spot every constellation that a Black family member has been named after. Andy also has a talent for dueling, something that she discovers shortly after trying out for the dueling team in her third year. Her mother sends a really disapproving letter about it when she hears about her daughters activities and isn’t long after that Andromeda drops from the dueling club. Friends are not something that Andy has a large supply of, most of them seeing her as one of the Black sisters and knowing to keep a distance. Andromeda’s appearance certainly doesn’t help with matters. The word most commonly used to describe her is cold and while that is one of the many fronts she presents to the world and those around her, the real reason is that she is guarded. And then there is her confidence, the way she holds herself and looks at people, giving them impression that she is looking down at them. This is not entirely the case, but it helps her fit into the part that life has given her. When asked about her thoughts of blood purity, Andromeda always replies with the same answer; Toujours pur. She isn’t the same as Bellatrix, or her parents for that matter, but she does think that coming from a magical background gave her a bit of an advantage. After all, she grew up with magic, grew up learning about the creatures, the plants, the spells, etc; nobody had to randomly show up to her house and explain to her that she was witch. Sometime during the break between her fourth and fifth year Andromeda, Bellatrix, and Naricissa are having a discussion in the library. Bellatrix will be entering her sixth year and as a result, their parents will begin the process of finding her a husband. Narcissa says something about marrying for love, something that causes Andromeda and Bellatrix to laugh. From the start, Andromeda knows that such a thing will never happen for her. Her parents will arrange her marriage and she will meet the same fate that has fallen upon every woman to bear the Black name. Her parents didn’t marry for love after all, why should Andromeda be so lucky? It is in her fifth year that Andromeda first meets Theodore Tonks and she quickly comes to the conclusion that she hates him. She hates him for being muggleborn, for being a slob and for the way that he talks to her as if they are on equal standing when they are anything but. However, she doesn’t hate him as much as she hates herself because while he may be a muggleborn and have this obscured notion in his head that they are equal, all of that would have been fine if she wasn’t a Black. She does her best to ignore him, to make him see her as a coldhearted girl with a princess complex but for some reason or another, he continues to talk to her. |
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your alias: Ness
a roleplay sample:
In all the years that she had been at Hogwarts, Andromeda could count on one hand just how many times she had been to the west tower, also known as the owlery. It wasn’t that she didn’t like the owls; she found them to be intelligent creatures even if they did have a nasty habit of biting at one’s fingers. No, what made her avoid the place was the mess that always seemed to be there, no matter what time of day or year. Having come from a wealthy family, there had always been house elves around who made sure that not a single speck of dust remained on the furniture and who also kept things in order. Yet, even without the house elves to do all the cleaning, Andromeda had always been a tidy child when it came to her belongings. Her room at home was practically the definition of spotless and the same could apply to her side of the dorm at Hogwarts, which was more than she could say for some of her dorm mates. Andromeda’s friends liked to joke that they weren’t going to be surprised one day if they found her cleaning the entire castle; if only they knew how close that had come to being a reality when it came to the owlery.
Standing in the doorway that led into the tower, Andromeda hesitated. She was beginning to think that she should have just given her mail to Bella or Cissy to send home. That was what she had done in the past and part of her wondered what had made her decide that she would do it herself now. Her eyes roamed over the floor, noticing not only the dirt tracked in by other students but also, and more concerning, the amount of owl droppings mixed with straw and numerous small rodent bones. There were also large puddles of water to worry about, seeing as how the owlery was lacking glass in the windows. Her gaze then flickered to her shoes; her nice, clean, spotless shoes and she let out a sigh. Maybe wearing her brand new pair of shoes for such a task wasn’t the brightest idea.
Seconds began to tick by, slowly turning into minutes and still Andromeda stayed where she was. She was extremely glad that no one was around to witness this since it would certainly lower her image. Andromeda, from the noble and pure house of Black; afraid to enter the West Tower for fear of mole skeletons and droppings. She could just imagine that little piece of news spreading around Hogwarts like wildfire. And it would spread, because that was what always happened when you grouped a bunch of people in close quarters together. Realizing that at any moment someone could come by and question what she was doing, Andromeda took a few steps inside the tower. There, that wasn’t so hard. Now all she had to do was find the family owl, send her letter home, and then be gone from this place.
Her eyes focused on the ground, Andromeda took a few more steps, dancing around the droppings and who knew what else on the floor. It didn’t take long to find the family owl, though this mostly had to do with it coming down to greet her, and she hastily gave it the message and a treat before it took off. Having achieved her task, Andromeda went to turn and leave when she felt her right shoe slip a little. With a gasp, she threw out her hand to grab something to keep her steady but only found empty air. Before she knew it, she was on the ground and staring up at the ceiling. It was in that moment, that she heard the sound of footsteps approaching the landing and at once Andromeda began the struggle to right herself.
Standing in the doorway that led into the tower, Andromeda hesitated. She was beginning to think that she should have just given her mail to Bella or Cissy to send home. That was what she had done in the past and part of her wondered what had made her decide that she would do it herself now. Her eyes roamed over the floor, noticing not only the dirt tracked in by other students but also, and more concerning, the amount of owl droppings mixed with straw and numerous small rodent bones. There were also large puddles of water to worry about, seeing as how the owlery was lacking glass in the windows. Her gaze then flickered to her shoes; her nice, clean, spotless shoes and she let out a sigh. Maybe wearing her brand new pair of shoes for such a task wasn’t the brightest idea.
Seconds began to tick by, slowly turning into minutes and still Andromeda stayed where she was. She was extremely glad that no one was around to witness this since it would certainly lower her image. Andromeda, from the noble and pure house of Black; afraid to enter the West Tower for fear of mole skeletons and droppings. She could just imagine that little piece of news spreading around Hogwarts like wildfire. And it would spread, because that was what always happened when you grouped a bunch of people in close quarters together. Realizing that at any moment someone could come by and question what she was doing, Andromeda took a few steps inside the tower. There, that wasn’t so hard. Now all she had to do was find the family owl, send her letter home, and then be gone from this place.
Her eyes focused on the ground, Andromeda took a few more steps, dancing around the droppings and who knew what else on the floor. It didn’t take long to find the family owl, though this mostly had to do with it coming down to greet her, and she hastily gave it the message and a treat before it took off. Having achieved her task, Andromeda went to turn and leave when she felt her right shoe slip a little. With a gasp, she threw out her hand to grab something to keep her steady but only found empty air. Before she knew it, she was on the ground and staring up at the ceiling. It was in that moment, that she heard the sound of footsteps approaching the landing and at once Andromeda began the struggle to right herself.
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