“Miss Andromeda, please go back to your room,” The house elves had kept begging her, but Andie was in no state to go anywhere. She just wanted to stay in the kitchens. She was drunk and sobbing, “No, please, leave.” She asked the elves. They kept asking her and asking her, but she didn’t want to leave. She wanted to cry and cry and cry. She had finished off her second bottle, any more and she might be so sad that she would start laughing. The elves looked very worried. Andromeda had not been in the best state, ever since that afternoon.
She had told Ted Tonks her feelings for him, she was an idiot. “You’re so stupid, Andromeda,” She told herself, “Keep your mouth shut, that’s all you bloody had to do!” She cried some more. The girl had absolutely no clue why she was so heartbroken. Maybe it was because he was the only chance she had from leaving that shit family, this bullocks life. She felt stupid, selfish and she just wanted to die. Maybe she could over do it on the whiskey? Maybe that would help.
She took another bottle from her purse and another elf came up to her, she was sitting in the corner of the kitchen. “Miss Black, I don’t think that’s very wise of you,” The small elf started, “We’ll have to tell a professor or a prefect.” Andromeda opened the bottle and started sipping it, “No, no, please,” She hiccuped, “Don’t tell anyone, just l-leave me alone.” Andromeda didn’t need to get into trouble. Her sisters would find out, she would get a howler, it would be absolutely horrid, but it didn’t matter because everything was going to shit anyway.
“Why did I do that?” She said in between sips. Her eyeliner was everywhere, all she wanted was to go back in time and make sure it never happened. “I need a- a time turner!” She smiled, the alcohol definitively had gotten to her, “But I can’t do that, he loves Mary, and, he doesn’t fancy me. He hates me now.” She felt the need to stop talking, she knew the elves were listening, she felt like she was making a fool out of herself. She couldn’t stop.
“He’s fine on his own, with Mary Macdonald,” Her name was so bitter coming out of Andie’s mouth, “Beautiful, perfect, muggleborn, Mary Macdonald.” Andromeda was never jealous and never, ever cared about blood status about now. She wished that she was a muggleborn. She wished with all her heart, but one thing Andie knew for sure was that wishes never, ever came true. “You had to have been born a Black, didn’t you Andromeda?” She cursed her family name, her whole family, her mother, father, sisters. “This is shit. Absolute fucking shit. I don’t bloody deserve all this.”
The elves looked genuinely worried for her now. The head of the kitchen walked over to Andromeda and took the almost empty bottle, “That is it Misses Black, no more. Leave, you’re disrupting the kitchen.” She started sobbing again, “No stop, please, give it back, please.” She refused to move. Her pride got in the way, it always did. She always needed to stand up for herself. “I’m sorry, I just,” She broke into quiet sobs and hiccups.
“Misses Black we are go-” Then the head elf stopped and looked, the kitchen door had opened and someone came in. She wasn’t sure who it was but she sure as hell didn’t want to know either.
Ted’s throat was parched. It was nearly three in the morning and his dorm mates were passed out snoring. He’d woken up thirsty, but he decided to just ignore it and try to return to sleep. Ten minutes later he found himself slipping on his house shoes and sneaking through the common room and out the door. He didn’t bother with any regular clothing; the house elves had never had a problem with him coming in wearing only his sleep shorts and house shoes.
One pumpkin juice won’t hurt, he thought to himself as he made his way quietly to the kitchen. The last time he’d come to the kitchen at night he’d had that awkward run-in with Andromeda, which had turned into a fiasco. He had to stop himself from thinking about the kiss.Much to his displeasure he still found himself thinking about the impromptu snog, even though his heart now belonged to Mary. Before he allowed his mind to wander down that dangerous path he shook his head to clear those thoughts.
As soon as the portrait swung open the squeaking pleads of house elves and the sobbing of a very upset girl hit his ears. Stepping in, he took in the situation and tried his best not to groan. He was met with at least a dozen “Oh Mister Tonks!” and “Thank goodnesses”. Before he could say anything a house elf ran up to him and spoke while wringing her tiny hands. “Oh Mister Tonks, please, you must take her away. She’s been drinking, sir, and we can’t get her to leave. Please sir, you must take her.”
Overwhelmed by the situation Ted took a deep breath. “Er, don’t worry. I’ll, um, I’ll take care of it.” He replied, unsure of what else to say. Ted walked over to a crying Andromeda and gently took the half empty bottle of Firewhiskey from her hands. “Andromeda, what in Merlin’s name is going on?” He inquired of her. She looked a right mess; her eye make up had run all over her face from the help of her free flowing tears, her face was red and blotchy, and eyes were blood shot. He’d never seen her in such a state and he’d be lying to himself if he said it didn’t bother him.