Andromeda had had a hell of a morning, one she’d rather not repeat in the future, but one she knew would probably be continuously prevalent. The fight with Mary had been acidic to say the least, but she was pleased to know they’d both stayed utterly calm the entire time. She hated to fight, but she hated being called a ‘skank’ and being accused of dishonorable things even more. She carried herself with respect, thank you.
She’d decided to take a walk that afternoon, and to not think of any of that at all. Perhaps it would be more productive to think of what she planned on doing in the future. She’d spoken to Severus about it briefly, and she couldn’t get it out of her mind. What was she to do in the future? Teaching sounded nice, but it didn’t exactly fall under her category, she wouldn’t guess. Perhaps a job at the Ministry, like she first thought … She’d avoid law enforcement no matter what. The last thing she wanted to do was put anyone in her family in Azkaban.
A sudden clap on her shoulder made Andromeda jump and let out a quick gasp of surprise. She spun on her heel and made eye contact with James Potter, and laughed a bit in amusement and relief. “James,” she said, shaking her head. “Well, that’s what everyone’s been saying, so I guess it must be true,” she laughed slowly, nodding her head back and forth. “It’s news to me - I had no idea.”
“Didn’t figure you for the sort,” he said, shrugging and grinning. He rubbed his hand through his hair, which was, mercifully, clean and distinctly sweat-free, as he’d barely started running. “You’ll have to forgive Mary. She gets pretty…defensive.”
Well, he was pretty sure she didn’t have to forgive Mary for anything. He really hated this position he was in. Mary was clearly his best girl, as he’d told her quite honestly only a few days before, but he really respected Andromeda as a person, and he didn’t much enjoy being in the middle of them.
“So,” he said, trying valiantly to change the subject. “How are you on this fine morning?”
(Source: jamesie-james)
