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Andromeda left the library wearing her full uniform for a change, the weather was still pretty cold so her sweater was worn all the time now. She walked slowly up the stairs heading back to the Gryffindor common room passing a few minor rule breakers on the way, it always amazed her what first years thought they could get away with. She gave them the briefest of warnings though and sent them on their way. Not in a particularly chastising mood today, Andy simply wanted to crash out and relax back in her dorm. Of course herself and Kat weren't exactly seeing eye to eye at the moment which meant that she had been spending less time than usual in her own dormitory.
This didn't really bother her, she got to smile at all the passing boys and check out the talent about the school this year. It hadn't helped that earlier that morning she had recieved a letter from Bruin wishing her the best of luck for the year ahead and to make sure she kept her head down and her studies up. It had been a dull boring letter, the type her aunts or uncles might have written. She reread it thinking perhaps reading between the lines might help but there was no hint at anything. No word that he might return, no word that he missed her, nothing. With this in mind she had left the library only to run into one of the new transfers and flirted shamelessly with him. All good healthy fun and no one was getting hurt, least of all her and right now that was the main thing on her agenda this year. Andromeda Fiorelli was not getting hurt by any boy, ever again.
This didn't really bother her, she got to smile at all the passing boys and check out the talent about the school this year. It hadn't helped that earlier that morning she had recieved a letter from Bruin wishing her the best of luck for the year ahead and to make sure she kept her head down and her studies up. It had been a dull boring letter, the type her aunts or uncles might have written. She reread it thinking perhaps reading between the lines might help but there was no hint at anything. No word that he might return, no word that he missed her, nothing. With this in mind she had left the library only to run into one of the new transfers and flirted shamelessly with him. All good healthy fun and no one was getting hurt, least of all her and right now that was the main thing on her agenda this year. Andromeda Fiorelli was not getting hurt by any boy, ever again.