BLACK, ANDROMEDA EUDORA, --- order, twenty

[Andromeda Black]

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__in dreams we enter a world that's entirely our own

Name: ANDROMEDA EUDORA BLACK. GREEK MYTHOLOGY FTW, APPARENTLY, IN THIS STRANGE FAMILY OF MINE. THE FIRST NAME WAS INITIALLY HELD BY A DAMSEL IN DISTRESS, THE SECOND BY A NYMPH - IT MEANS GOOD GIFT, APPARENTLY, ALTHOUGH MY AUNT WOULD ARGUE I"M ANYTHING BUT THAT.
Nicknames: WHO EVEN KNOWS WHAT THEY CALL ME ANYMORE? THE ONES I GET MOST TYPICALLY ARE ANDI, DROM, ANDROM, OR OTHER SIMILAR PORTIONS OF MY FIRST NAME, WHICH IS EXPLAINABLE - IT'S A LONG NAME. BUT I PREFER PEOPLE CALL ME BY MY FULL NAME. PEOPLE ARE NAMED SO FOR A REASON.
Gender: FEMALE
Age: TWENTY
Birthday: MAY FIFTEENTH 1953
Former House: SLYTHERIN, NATURALLY
Wand: TWELVE AND A HALF INCHES, HAWTHORN, PHOENIX FEATHER - THE LATTER OF WHICH WAS AN EARLY SIGN TO MY PARENTS THAT I WASN'T REALLY WHAT THEY WANTED.
Blood Status: PUREBLOOD
Sexual Orientation: STRAIGHT

__time is making fools of us again

Hair: IT'S SLIGHTLY WAVY AND INCREDIBLY DARK BROWN, LIKE MOST OF THE BLACKS. I'M STILL NOT QUITE SURE WHERE NARCISSA'S BLONDE HEAD CAME FROM. USUALLY I KEEP IT LONG BUT PINNED BACK IN A BUTTERFLY CLIP, TO KEEP IT OUT OF MY FACE. I HATE IT WHEN MY HAIR IS IN THE WAY, BUT IT'S TOO PRETTY TO HACK OFF.
Eyes: THEY'RE REALLY DARK. THEY'RE SO DARK THAT THEY'VE OFTEN BEEN MISTAKEN FOR BLACK, BUT I'VE BEEN TOLD THAT THEY'RE VERY BRIGHT AS WELL, WHICH IS SORT OF AN OXYMORON BUT I ASSUME IT'S A COMPLIMENT. OF MY SISTERS, I'VE GOT THE DARKEST EYES, WHICH IS A LITTLE BIT ODD IF YOU THINK ABOUT IT SYMBOLICALLY, BUT THEN GENETICS AREN'T METAPHORIC. I DON'T KNOW, I LIKE MY EYES. THEY'RE UNIQUE BUT NOT WEIRD. THEY'RE ALSO RATHER ROUND.
Height: I'M FIVE FOOT EIGHT. PRETTY TALL FOR A WOMAN, WHICH IS NICE, BUT NOT TALL ENOUGH TO BE AWFULLY INTIMIDATING. I WAS ALWAYS ON THE TALL SIDE, EVEN AS A KID; TALLER THAN BELLATRIX, USUALLY, WHICH DROVE HER INSANE EVEN THOUGH SHE NEVER SAID ANYTHING ABOUT IT. I JUST KNOW.
Weight: I DON'T KNOW, PROBABLY ABOUT ONE THIRTY.
Build: I'VE GOT PRETTY EPIC METABOLISM, SO I'VE ALWAYS BEEN THIN WITHOUT HAVING TO WORK FOR IT. I'LL PROBABLY CRASH WHEN I'M THIRTY, BUT FOR NOW I'M ENJOYING IT. MY WHOLE BODY IS PRETTY SLENDER, I'VE GOT PRETTY MUCH NO GREAT MUSCLES OR ANYTHING. BUT I HAVE NO FAT EITHER. I'M JUST YOUR AVERAGE PRETTY YOUNG THING APPEARANCE-WISE, PROBABLY.
Distinguishing Features: THE FACT THAT I HAVE NONE? NO, PROBABLY MY EYES, AND I'VE GOT A SCAR RUNNING ACROSS MY LEFT FOREARM WHEN BELLATIRX AND I GOT PHYSICAL A WHILE AGO. THAT WAS A BAD DAY. OH, AND I HAVE NO PINKY TOE. MORE ON THAT LATER. OTHERWISE I'M PRETTY NORMAL.
Personal Style: I LOOK NICE. I TRY TO LOOK NICE, AT LEAST. I CAN'T WEAR HEELS - I'M A PRETTY GRACEFUL PERSON OTHERWISE BUT IF YOU THROW ME IN ANY SORT OF HEEL I TRIP OVER EVERYTHING AND/OR NOTHING. THAT WAS EMBARRASSING AS A CHILD AT PARTIES. OTHERWISE, I JUST WEAR WHAT I HAVE. I'M NOT A HUGE FAN OF SKIRTS AND I'M VERY COMFORTABLE IN JEANS, BUT I LIKE WHEN SHIRTS ARE FORM-FITTING. IT'S NOT THAT I NEED TO FEEL FLATTERING, THEY'RE JUST MORE COMFORTABLE THAT WAY. I NEED LOW NECKLINES TOO, I CAN'T WEAR T-SHIRTS, I CAN'T WEAR ANYTHING THAT COVERS MY COLLARBONE JUT FOR REASONS OF COMFORT AND SANITY. BUT I DON'T SPEND HOURS GETTING READY EVERY MORNING OR ANYTHING.

Overall Appearance: I'M A BLACK. IT'S DEAD OBVIOUS. I'VE GOT THE WAVY DARK HAIR, THE PALE SKIN, THE RAISED CHEEKBONES, THE SMALL DARK EYES, ET CETERA, ET CETERA. MY HERITAGE IS OBVIOUSLY THE PRIMARY FACTOR OF MY APPEARANCE. I LOOK LIKE THE REST OF THEM. THIS IS SOMEWHAT ANNOYING, BECAUSE, IN MANY WAYS, THE BLACKS DON'T REALLY HAVE THE GREATEST REPUTATION. BUT I'M STUCK AS WHO I AM - I CAN'T REALLY CHANGE WHAT I LOOK LIKE TOO DRASTICALLY. SO I MAKE DO.

SO I'M FIVE FOOT EIGHT, A RATHER RESPECTABLE HEIGHT. PRETTY SLENDER, THERE'S NEVER ENOUGH TO EAT, AND I'M NOWHERE NEAR ATTRACTIVE ENOUGH TO TURN HEADS WHEN I WALK PAST OR ANYTHING OF THAT SORT. I'M JUST PLAIN OLD ANDI. I GUESS PLAIN SORT OF WORKS TO DESCRIBE ME. A NOSE IN THE MIDDLE, TWO EYES ABOVE IT, A MOUTH BLOW, EARS ON THE SIDES. MEDIUM SIZED FEATURES EXCEPT FOR THOSE DAMN BLACK CHEEKBONES, AND MY EARS ARE SORT OF SMALL. I CAN NEVER KEEP MY HAIR LOOKING REALLY CLEAN - IT'S ALWAYS A LITTLE BIT GREASY, A LITTLE OILY, A LITTLE TOO THICK EVEN AFTER A GOOD SHOWER. LIKE I GET THOSE OFTEN.

MY LEGS ARE ACTUALLY PROBABLY MY BEST FEATURE. THEY'RE NICE. THE HAIR ON THEM IS ACTUALLY BLONDE, SO THEY ALWAYS LOOK PRETTY SMOOTH, AND I'VE GOT DECENT CALVES FROM QUIDDITCH, WHICH MIGHT MAKE NO SENSE TO YOU BUT TRUST ME, YOU NEED GOOD LEGS TO KEEP YOURSELF ON A BROOM. I'M NOT EXACTLY THE MOST COORDINATED PERSON, BUT I WAS GOOD AT QUIDDITCH. ANYWAYS, THEY END IN FEET, EXCEPT I DON'T HAVE A PINKY TOE ON MY RIGHT FOOT AFTER AN ACCIDENT WHEN I WAS ABOUT SIX THAT I REALLY DON'T REMEMBER THE DETAILS OF WELL - SOMETHING WITH AN ANIMAL, BUT I WAS PASSED OUT FOR MOST OF IT. THAT'S PROBABLY THE MOST INTERESTING THING ABOUT ME, APPEARANCE WISE.

__the mind is a complex and many-layered thing

Likes:

RAINY DAYS, COLORS, CLEANLINESS, ORGANIZATION,
THE ORDER, LAUGHTER, SUPPORTIVE PEOPLE, QUIDDITCH, FRILLY THINGS,
GOOD DINNERS, THE WEASLEY FAMILY, DANCING, MAGIC IN GENERAL, OWLS

Dislikes:

CHEATERS, UNTRUSTWORTHY PEOPLE, MESSINESS AND CONFUSION, LOSING,
THE COLOR BLUE, HOT, HUMID DAYS, LARGE CROWDS, LOUD MUSIC,
CELESTINA WARBECK, ATTENTION SPANS, DROWSNIESS, AWKWARD MOMENTS

Best Traits:

I'M ME. THAT'S ALL I CAN REALLY SAY ABOUT THIS ONE. I CAN'T NARROW DOWN THE PARTS OF ME THAT ARE THE BEST, BECAUSE EVERYTHING'S JUST SO MIXED UP AND GROUND IN. YOU'D NEED TO ASK SOMEONE ELSE ABOUT THAT ONE. I'VE NEVER KNOWN ANYTHING BUT THESE TRAITS THAT MAKE ME UP.

Worst Traits:

OH, THERE ARE QUITE A FEW ANNOYING THINGS I DO. I PICK MY NAILS IN A FEEBLE ATTEMPT TO ALWAYS KEEP THEM CLEAN, I LISTEN TO MUGGLE MUSIC WHEN NO ONE ELSE IS AROUND, I TAP THE HEEL OF MY FOOT, I TWIRL MY HAIR, I'M GENERALLY RESTLESS AND SLIGHTLY ANNOYING, I BITE QUILLS AND LIKE THE TASTE OF PARCHMENT, I CAN'T STAND IT WHEN MY SHOES ARE TOO LOOSE, AND I SING LOUDLY IN THE SHOWER.

Strengths:

I WAS A GOOD STUDENT AND PRETTY DECENT ACADEMICALLY, ESPECIALLY IN DEFENSE AGAINST THE DARK ARTS AND POTIONS. I'D LIKE TO CONSIDER MYSELF RATHER STREET SMART AND CAPABLE, BUT THAT'S PROBABLY A LIE. I'M STUBBORN AND STICK TO THINGS, AND I ALWAYS COMPLETE MY GOALS. I KNOW WHAT'S BEST. I'M WILLING TO CHANGE THE SITUATION EVEN IF I CAN'T CHANGE PEOPLE. I'VE GOT INTENSE MATERNAL REFLEXES, AND HAVING AN EXTROVERTED, INTELLIGENT TODDLER HAS TAUGHT ME TO TRY AND KEEP AN OPEN MIND AND STAY FRIENDLY AND FLEXIBLE, ALTHOUGH THAT DOESN'T ALWAYS WORK.

Weaknesses:

THERE ALWAYS NEEDS TO BE A SYSTEM, I NEED TO KNOW WHAT I'M JUMPING INTO, I NEED THINGS TO WORK OUT. I CAN'T STAND IT WHEN THINGS AREN'T CLEAN. I YELL, I GET MAD EASILY, BUT WHEN I GET MAD I GET EERIE AND SARCASTIC, WHICH FREAKS PEOPLE OUT. I TRY TO CHANGE PEOPLE. I GET DEFENSIVE INCREDIBLY EASILY AND I'M ALWAYS WORRIED ABOUT THE PEOPLE I LOVE AND ABOUT MYSELF. ALSO, I SUCKED AT HISTORY OF MAGIC.

Fears:

THAT THE ORDER IS GOING TO LOSE, OR THAT ANY OF MY FRIENDS ARE GOING TO BE KILLED.

Gets along with: WELL, I PREFER PEOPLE TO ANIMALS. ACTUALLY, WAIT, THAT MIGHT BE A LIE. I REALLY LIKE CATS. I GET ALONG REALLY WELL WITH CATS. BUT SINCE YOU'RE ASKING ABOUT PEOPLE, I'D SAY I GET ALONG BEST WITH FELLOW SLYTHERINS, JUST BECAUSE I UNDERSTAND THEIR WAY OF THINKING. I MAY NOT FEEL LIKE I BELONG TO THE BLACK FAMILY, BUT I DEFINITELY BELONGED TO SLYTHERIN HOUSE. BUT I ALSO GET ALONG WITH EVERYONE IN THE ORDER, BECAUSE WE SHARE A COMMON GOAL. AND THEN THERE'S THEODORE - IF OPPOSITES ATTRACT, THEN THAT'S WHY WE GET ALONG. BUT ASIDE FROM HIM, I GET ALONG BEST WITH PEOPLE WHO ARE LIKE ME.

Overall Personality:UM, ME? PEOPLE HATE ME. THAT’S PRETTY MUCH THE BASIS OF MY PERSONALITY. I AM THE ONE WHO NEVER FIT IN. I TAKE STUFF EXCEEDINGLY PERSONALLY, WHICH IS HARD WHEN I’M SIMULTANEOUSLY THE REBEL THAT I AM. I USED TO BE MORE OPTIMISTIC THAN I AM NOW, BUT AFTER WATCHING MY SISTER JOIN THE DEATH EATERS AND RALLY AGAINST HALFBLOODS WHILE FALLING IN LOVE WITH A MUGGLEBORN MAN MYSELF, I’M JUST SO NOT SURE ANYMORE. I’M HESITANT. I’M MORE CAUTIOUS THAN I WAS, WHICH IS BOTH GOOD AND BAD. I’M PERPETUALLY NERVOUS AND OFTEN RATHER ALONE. I’M STILL A RATHER FRIENDLY PERSON, BUT I CAN’T TRUST ANYONE. THERE’S NO ONE IN MY FAMILY LEFT TO TURN TO, SO I HAVE TO RELY ON MY FRIENDS. I’M TREADING EGGSHELLS HERE.

I’VE ALWAYS BEEN AN OPINIONATED PERSON – ALL OF THE BLACKS, ARE, REALLY. IT’S A FAMILIAL TRAIT. LATELY I’VE REALLY HAD TO KEEP MY OPINIONS TO MYSELF, EVEN AROUND THE ORDER, WHERE THE ONLY PEOPLE I TRUST ARE LOCATED. I’VE ALSO ALWAYS BEEN A SELFISH PERSON, AND I ALWAYS THOUGHT I KNEW BEST. YEAH, I WAS DEAD WRONG. I MADE ABOUT FIVE MISTAKES. IT’S MADE ME LESS CONFIDENT, LESS OPTIMISTIC, LESS FRIENDLY. OH, AND OCCASIONALLY I’VE CAUGHT MYSELF BECOMING A LITTLE SUPERSTITIOUS, WHICH IS BOTHERING ME, BECAUSE I’VE NEVER BEEN THAT WAY. I NEVER EVEN TOOK DIVINATION. I LIKE TO THINK OF MYSELF AS DOWN TO EARTH, AND NOW RED SKIES ARE MAKING ME NERVOUS.

WHEN I'M WITH FRIENDS, I CAN RELAX. BUT THAT'S NOT OFTEN. WITH FAMILY, I'M ALWAYS ON EGGSHELLS, WHICH IS WHY I LEFT HOME THE DAY I TURNED SEVENTEEN. I'M INDEPENDENT, I'M SNEAKY, I'M SMART. DEFINITELY A SLYTHERIN. BUT AT THE END OF THE DAY I FIND MYSELF NEEDING SOMEONE. I HATE STAYING ALONE. I AM A PERPETUALLY ANXIOUS PERSON, AND IT DRIVES EVERYONE AROUND ME, INCLUDING MYSELF, NUTS.

I JOINED THE ORDER MOSTLY TO REBEL AGAINST MY FAMILY, BUT PRETTY SOON AFTER THAT I FOUND I REALLY BELIEVED IN OUR MISSION. RIDDING THE WORLD OF VOLDEMORT WOULD BE PRETTY AWESOME, ESPECIALLY BECAUSE THEN I CAN LOOK MY FAMILY IN THE EYE AND TELL THEM THEY WERE WRONG. ALL OF MY FRIENDS ARE IN THE ORDER, EVERY SINGLE ONE OF THEM. OKAY, MAYBE THERE ARE A COUPLE OF RANDOM CLASSMATES I KEEP IN CONTACT WITH, BUT THEY'RE NOT THE ONES I RANT TO WHEN I'M HAVING A BAD DAY, AND THEY'RE NOT THE ONES I LAUGH WITH, AND THEY'VE DEFINITELY NEVER SEEN ME CRY. I TRUST IN THE ORDER. I DON'T HAVE MUCH TO LOSE, SO I'M JUT GIVING IT MY ALL, HOPING WE WIN. MERLIN, I HOPE WE WIN.

__it does not do to dwell on dreams and forget to live

Boggart: WALBURGA BLACK. NO KIDDING, OR ANYTHING. MY BOGGART TURNS INTO MY AUNT. AND I THINK WALBURGA MIGHT ACTUALLY WANT TO KILL ME.
Patronus: MY PATRONUS IS A FALCON, AN INCREDIBLY INTELLIGENT BIRD WITH STRONG LEADERSHIP QUALITIES AND PREDATORY INSTINCTS. FALCONS ARE NOT AFRAID TO TAKE ADVANTAGE OF OTHER ANIMALS TO FEED THEMSELVES, BUT IN MYTHOLOGY THEY ARE RECOGNIZED FOR THEIR HUNTING SKILL AND IMPECCABLE EYESIGHT. THEY MISS NO DETAIL.
Mirror of Erised: HAPPINESS. IS THAT LAME? YEAH, PROBABLY. BUT I WANT A WORD WHERE NO ONE HAS TO FEAR FOR THEIR LIVES WHEN THEY'RE WALKING DOWN DIAGON ALLEY. AND I REALIZED I WANTED THAT WHEN I WORKED FOR THE ORDER.
Amortentia: MY FAVORITE SCENT NOW IS PROBABLY NUTMEG OR SOMETHING SIMILAR, OR THE SMELL OF FIRE AND RAIN MIXING TOGETHER.

__where your treasure is, there will your heart be also

Alliegance: ORDER. CERTAINLY DIFFERENT FROM MY PARENTS, WHO HAVE ALWAYS SUPPORTED VOLDEMORT AND PUREBLOOD PRESTIGE.
Occupation: I WORK AS A WAITRESS IN THE THREE BROOMSTICKS. POSSIBLY ONE OF THE WORST, MOST BORING JOBS EVER. MY DREAM IS TO TEACH POTIONS OR DEFENSE AGAINST THE DARK ARTS AT HOGWARTS, BUT I DON'T SEE HOW THAT IS GOING TO HAPPEN ANY TIME SOON.
Parents: CYGNUS BLACK AND DRUELLA ROSIER BLACK. MY FATHER WAS A DEATH EATER FOR SOME TIME, AND MY MOTHER THREW PARTIES AND THAT'S ABOUT IT.
Siblings: BELLATRIX BLACK AND NARCISSA ROSE BLACK.
Other Relatives: SIRIUS AND REGULUS BLACK ARE MY COUSINS, THE FORMER BEING THE ONLY FAMILY MEMBER I REALLY TRUST AND RELATE TO.
Pets:

History: I HATE TALKING THIS MUCH ABOUT MYSELF. I WAS BORN IN 1953. I HAD AN OLDER SISTER ALREADY, AND CISSY CAME ALONG TWO YEARS LATER. I CAN’T REALLY SAY I EVER LOOKED UP TO OR RESPECTED BELLATRIX, WHO ALWAYS SHOVED ME AROUND, EXPECTED ME TO BOW TO HER EVERY WHIM, AND BECAUSE SHE WAS SO INTIMIDATING, I ALWAYS DID. I’M STILL PISSED AT MY CHILDHOOD SELF BECAUSE OF THAT. AS A CHILD, WE WERE ALWAYS DRESSED UP, CATERING TO OUR MOTHER’S GUESTS AND BEING PRETTY AND POLITE, SUBJECTS AT WHICH BELLATRIX PROVED EXEMPLARY AND NARCISSA QUICKLY EMULATED. AND I COULD NEVER BALANCE IN THOSE STUPID SHOES WITH THE THREE INCH HEELS, AND I SPILLED TEA ON A COUPLE OF GUESTS AND MY MOTHER WOULD ALWAYS PRAISE MY SISTERS AND LASH ME. I WAS UNWORTHY OF BEING A BLACK IF I COULD NOT RESTRAIN MYSELF, APPARENTLY.

ONCE I HIT HOGWARTS AGE, I REALIZED NARCISSA ACTUALLY REALLY LIKED ME, THOUGH I HAD ALWAYS BEEN PREOCCUPIED WITH EARNING BELLATRIX’S RESPECT. SO I DECIDED TO STOP WITH BELLATRIX AND FOCUS ON MY YONGER SISTER, WHO WAS ALWAYS THE PRETTY ONE – THE ONE WITH THE GORGEOUS HAIR AND THE THIN FRAME AND THE PERFECT LEGS AND THAT QUIET LITTLE MOUSE GIGGLE THAT REALLY DIDN’T MATCH MY BURSTING LAUGH AT ALL. BUT I LOVED HER ANYWAYS. AND LUCKILY FOR ME AND FOR HER, TOO, I WAS SORTED INTO SLYTHERIN, WHICH WAS ALSO BELLATRIX’S HOUSE OF COURSE. SHE TAUNTED ME AND TEASED ME, BUT I ACTUALLY HAD FRIENDS THAT STUCK UP FOR ME.

THE HOGWARTS YEARS WERE THE BEST OF MY LIFE, ESPECIALLY ONCE CISSY JOINED, AGAIN IN SLYTHERIN. I HAD FRIENDS. I HAD A LOT OF FRIENDS, ACTUALLY. HORACE SLUGHORN ADORED ME – HE LIKED MY SISTERS TOO, BUT I STILL THINK HE LIKED ME BEST. I RECEIVED NINE O.W.L.S AT THE END OF MY FIFTH YEAR – MORE THAN BELLATRIX, WHICH ONLY MADE HER HATE ME MORE. I WAS STRONG ACADEMICALLY AND I WAS ON THE SLYTHERIN QUIDDITCH TEAM AS KEEPER IN MY SIXTH AND SEVENTH YEARS. SLYTHERIN WON THE QUIDDITCH CUP AND THE HOUSE CUP IN MY LAST YEAR, A NICE LITTLE GOODBYE PRESENT.

AS SOON AS I TURNED SEVENTEEN, I MOVED OUT OF MY PARENTS' HOME INTO A FLAT IN HOGSMEADE, WHERE I STILL LIVE TODAY, AND GOT A JOB IN MADAME MALKIN'S THAT SHIFTED TO A JOB AT THREE BROOMSTICKS LAST YEAR. I'VE ALSO REUNITED WITH TED TONKS, A HUFFLEPUFF IN MY YEAR - WE'RE DATING CURRENTLY, MUCH TO MY FAMILY'S DISTASTE, WHICH ISN'T REALLY A PROBLEM AT ALL.

__anything's possible if you've got enough nerve

Produced by:
Your name: SPIRA, SHORT FOR CONSPIRACIE
Your age: FOURTEEN
Your gender: FEMALE
Your birthday: FEBRUARY NINTH
How many years of experience? LESS THAN TWO YEARS
Where did you find us? ON LIFE GAVE ME WHIPLASH
How may we contact you? PM, PLEASE

Roleplay sample:

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THE SONGS YOU LOVE FOR LIFE
NEVER STICK AT FIRST ,

He'd let her off early. Gilvin had. It was madness, really, insanity, owls crashing into each othe and trains derailing. But Andromeda appreciated it. She needed a new cauldron, anyways, she'd worn a hole through the old one that wasn't mendable. It was a good excuse to go to Diagon Alley. Payday was tomorrow; she could probably afford to pick up something for Nymphadora as well, some Bernie Botts or the like. That, at least, had been her logic. Now she walked down the street, cauldron in hand, purse emptied of all but a few Knuts and a prized Galleon. At least the excursion was relaxing, sort of. Nothing Andromeda did anymore was relaxing.

Similarly, nothing was really spontaenous anymore, except now she was passing Flourish and Blotts. Normally she'd walk right on by - stuff that blatantly reminded her of the intense barrage of homework at Hogwarts was usually best avoided. But, if she remembered correctly, Marlene McKinnon worked here. And Marlene was friendly enough. Andromeda figured any positive interaction with human beings could really only become beneficial in the long run. Friends were good; they were supposed to help you out of tight situations. But everyone's situation was tight right now, Andromeda figured, the train of thought abruptly derailing. Could anyone even afford to help anyone else, or was it man for himself now that people were dying?

Ugh. People were dying. This was serious, more serious than it had been - before, it was just trying to explode the bad guys, watch them go flying. Death had a way of crashing the party. Voldemort wasn't a joke anymore. Now it seemed the Order was - the Order, a group of people who couldn't een talk to each other for an hour anymore without wands being drawn and someone running away in tears. Frustration, frustration. And Andromeda was pretty much stuck with it. There was nowhre else to go.

She pushed open the glass door, the bells tinkling against the pane, and quietly stepped inside. Flourish and Blotts was rather unnassuming, a typical organized bookstore: novels over here, quills over there, shelves of parchment and a very polished wood floor, the sort of thing Andromeda could see her face in. Floors shouldn't be mirrors, she decided almost instantly. That was just wrong. But the neatness of the place was comforting; everything had a spot, everything could be seen and purchased and replaced in an endless cycle, and hopefully the numbers would all come out right. Repeat ad nauseam. Sometimes it seemed the world would work better if there were no people there to screw things up.

But that would be endlessly boring. Andromeda spied a brown head underneath the counter, and seconds later Marlene was there, hurriedly closing a book as if there were something there she didn't want Andromeda to see and announcing that the store was closing soon. But Marlene didn't even seem to notice her as she reched for the wand that protruded out of her back pocket. "Make it quick."

"Not a problem," Andromeda said in a quiet voice, meandering over to the counter and leaning over, her elbows on the wood and her chin poised on her thin knuckles. "I was just about to head over to the Burrow anyways, pick up Nymphadora and head home." Suddendly, an idea popped into existence. "You should come over tonight, have dinner with us. I was jus going to cook up some basil chicken, nothing too fancy. We've both been working all day. It'll be relaxing. What do you think?" She hoped beyond sense that Marlene said yes, that dinner would be more than just the two of them for once, that she could feel as though she actually had friends. "I mean, if you're not too busy or anything." Perhaps the suggestion was a little too bold, a little too spontaneous. But there was no harm in asking, she figured.

Put it here: THE EDIT BUTTON IS LIKE PRETTY MUCH THE BEST THING EVER (DON'T REMEMBER THE EXACT WORDING, SORRY!)

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Hey there Spira! Okay, so we have both reviewed your application and found a few issues with it.
First of all, let me just say that an application written in all capital letters is extremely hard to read and doesn't look very professional. If you decide to reapply, please make sure to use proper capitalization in your sentences.
Also, your grammar was a bit faulty in a few places, and some sentences didn't make a lot of sense in the way that they were worded. If you need help finding where they are found, try reading your application back to yourself out loud to see if everything sounds right. If something seems off, you probably need to change a word here or there.
Your Andromeda doesn't seem a lot like the Andromeda from the books. Now, I know that we don't know much about her, seeing as the story is ultimately about Harry, but we know enough to understand that she didn't really belong in Slytherin, although she was placed there anyways. She wouldn't be hated by everybody, just perhaps frowned upon by her family. While we encourage people to get creative with their lesser known canons, your Andromeda seems a little off to us.
And finally, we do not allow members to post anywhere else on the board before their application is accepted. Seeing as you have done so, those posts will be deleted. You may repost them if you reapply and are accepted by our admin.
I hope that wasn't too much for you, and you are still encouraged to try again!