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Andromeda sat down for dinner absolutely famished. It had been a long day, she had finally managed to get some time in the duelling chambers alone to practise on the metal dummies. She still wasn't nearly half as good as she would like to be but a few more days of practise like todays and she would be fine. A beautiful white owl swooped down to the Gryffindor table and dropped a letter infront of her before flying off again.
Andy pushed the plate of food she had laden with a handful of vegetables and a stack of delicious juicy blue steaks, to pick up the letter. She didn't recognise the writing immediately on the envelope and as she was about to open it another owl flew towards her and dropped another letter before her. She picked this up too and frowned. It was her mothers handwriting. Andy sighed trying to decide which one to open first. She decided to read the one from her mother, after all the 'devil you know' and all of that she thought. Putting the other letter down infront of her, she sliced the envelope open and extracted the parchment from inside.
Her mother hadn't written to her in the longest time, even for her birthday last September she had only sent the barest of cards to her with money. Her hands shook slightly as she began to read.
Andy pushed the plate of food she had laden with a handful of vegetables and a stack of delicious juicy blue steaks, to pick up the letter. She didn't recognise the writing immediately on the envelope and as she was about to open it another owl flew towards her and dropped another letter before her. She picked this up too and frowned. It was her mothers handwriting. Andy sighed trying to decide which one to open first. She decided to read the one from her mother, after all the 'devil you know' and all of that she thought. Putting the other letter down infront of her, she sliced the envelope open and extracted the parchment from inside.
Her mother hadn't written to her in the longest time, even for her birthday last September she had only sent the barest of cards to her with money. Her hands shook slightly as she began to read.