Post by andromeda black on Aug 12, 2012 19:43:36 GMT -5
ANDROMEDA BLACK
Andromeda never truly felt like she belonged in her home. She was raised in the wonderful, fantastic pureblood House of Black, and therefore she was supposed to have been a brilliant Slytherin who grew up to be a complete fool of a dark wizard. Despite her just lovely sisters, Bellatrix and Narcissa, she still managed to become a halfway decent member of the family. Even as a child, she somehow found a way to see through her family's terrible purist ideas. Her sisters believed every word of her parents, going on about of stupid and pointless "muggles" were and how brilliant they themselves were compared to them. Dromeda couldn't stand it. She actually found muggles a bit interesting, and often wondered how they lived without magic.
But, unlike her favorite cousin, Sirius, she didn't exactly want to be an outcast. Then again, she didn't really want to fit into her crazy family's ideas, either. So she went through her childhood attempting to disguise her hatred for the purist ideas. Of course this idea lasted for a while, until there was one big problem: come sorting time, she wasn't Slytherin. Ravenclaw was what the hat picked for her. Honestly she couldn't have been more grateful to not have to live even longer side by side with her Slytherin sisters. So, she wasn't exactly disowned, however by that point it was almost impossible to fool them any longer. So, she let the news of her indifference toward her family come out, and she went for the rest of her years basically ignoring her family during the school years and only dealing with them during her summers.
Last year, her favorite cousin made a run for it and went to continue his life living with his best friend. She couldn't say she blamed him, and honestly she considered running away herself. The idea of spending another summer with family caused a piece of her soul to shrivel up inside her. Just the thought of her awful sisters mad her head spin. However, she figured she'd make it one more year. Just graduate, she tells herself constantly, and then I'll be rid of them forever. Her goal is to become a Healer, not that she would tell anyone that of course except for maybe Sirius. If her family found out about her goal and her crush on a not-to-be-named muggleborn, she would sure be disowned in a millisecond. Once she graduates, however, she plans on living as far away from the dreaded House of Black as humanly possible.
Dromeda was always a very wary, thoughtful child. She's the type to wait and listen carefully before responding. Her feelings are deep and well masked, along with her secrets. She's a trustworthy and loyal friend, however it may take a while to gain her full trust due to her terrible family and home life. Most of her true emotions are guarded. She's a very cautious Ravenclaw, and always thinks through the consequences fully before doing anything rash or making any decisions. She's protective of her friends andSiriusthe few relatives she does like. She's very quiet, and is often confused as shy. But she's not shy, but she only speaks when spoken to unless she really has something important to say. She's quick-witted, although she usually keeps her witty comments to herself, and has a photographic memory. So, be careful when you talk to her or even when you're just around her. She never forgets a face or a voice, and she'll never forget anything you say to her. But, unless her sisters, her intentions are always good, and even though she's brilliant at holding long grudges, revenge really isn't her style.
From Safe and Sound:
Emmeline had been working at Borgin and Burkes for years. During her first year at Hogwarts, which felt like a million years ago now, she’d gotten lost in Diagon Alley and found herself in what seemed to be called Knockturn Alley. She didn’t know how she ended up there. She must’ve drifted off from the group she was with. But the little eleven year old found herself attracted to a shop referred to as Borgin and Burkes. It was very run down and filled with things that she was later told to never go near. It was mostly considered dark magic, but for some reason she couldn’t keep her eyes off of it. Whenever she was in Diagon Alley she always found her way there without getting caught by someone. She’d always been a silent, sneaky child.
So obviously it hadn’t taken very long for the employees there to realize they probably had a regular customer on their hands. The manager that worked there had always given her a little something for free every time she came, because she honestly had no money to buy anything there. During her sixth year, in her summers she got herself a job there, and then she could really learn and understand all the things they sold. It was her only and favorite job that she’d ever had. After graduation, the manager retired and she took the job without a second thought. She’d been working there ever since. Being the manager, she was paid enough to keep up her apartment, that way she wouldn’t have to find a roommate. Because who would want to share a room with her, honestly? Her dorm mates back at Hogwarts had all avoided her as best they could, and they were only in the same room together when sleeping.
By this point Em knew that she would always be alone. No one would ever learn to even like someone who appeared as she did. It didn’t matter that she was just a person, that she really could have a regular conversation with someone. Just one look at her and everyone just figured that she was the daughter of Death Eaters who wanted to take over the world and figured that she would kill them after one conversation. But she liked her look. She liked her tattoos and her piercings. She wouldn’t have gotten them if she didn’t. She wanted to be different, not scary, but it seems that’s how it turned out. But she wasn’t going to change for them. She wasn’t going to change to be accepted. She was going to change for anybody but herself, so those idiot preps could get over her strange hair and tattoos.
Today was a slow day. Borgin and Burkes was never the most popular store in the alley, but there was usually enough business to keep it open all these years. She wasn’t the only dark wizard – or light wizard confused with a dark wizard, more like – who wanted something creepy to put in their home or use. So, she sold shady things for a living, but that didn’t bother her one bit. She found these shady objects fascinating, and the customers that showed up even more interesting, if that was possible. She sat at the front desk, dressed in all black, and her booted feet propped up on the desk, crossed. Her arms were also folded at her chest, and as she sat there, she looked around at all the creepy, disturbing products that she spent her life selling. Pulling her short hair out of her view of the door, she cut her sharp fingernail into her wooden desk, carving her name into it rather forcefully.
The door clanged open, and her eyes immediately looked up from her carving and spotted a man in the doorway as it closed behind him. She didn’t bother to pull her feet off her desk or get up to greet him. If that was he was expecting he wasn’t going to get it. This was a dark store and it had dark workers who weren’t going to get out of their seats to please their customers. He was new, she’d never seen him before, and she wondered what this stranger was going to think of all their products. Usually newbies walked away very nervous and on edge. "Welcome to Borgin and Burkes," she said, her tone flat and uninterested. She only said it because it was part of the regular store procedure, and she was the manager, after all.
