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Andromeda had felt much better for the last week and finally had convinced Esmerelda that she was strong enough to go out to get her supplies. She hadn't even started on them yet but had strolled instead down the familiar streets, she had known and loved for the past few years. It was hard to imagine that she had been taken away from all of this, for some reason though her feet propelled her forward down the darker part of Obsidian. It was almost as if this was where her soul belonged now - the dismal parts of the world, the bleak and nasty parts. She shivered at the thought that she might now just be as bad as all those Durmstrang students she had encountered, that somehow they had tarnished her permanently and though she would always look like Andromeda from the outside, she would never truly be her inside anymore.
Of course looking now inside a dirty window, her reflection staring back at her she knew she didn't look much like Andromeda anyhow. At least not the healthy vibrant girl that had left Hogwarts some months back, she was pale, thinner, gangly her hair was red again but so much shorter and she never bothered to fly anymore. Her trade mark, her passion. She just didn't care, even quidditch had lost its appeal. Nothing seemed to matter. Andromeda turned away from the window and realised that she had walked down through Bleak Street, that her feet had kept moving until she was now in the darkest part of the Alley. It didn't bother her, she knew enough magic to get her out of situations now. She had been taught in the Dark Arts at Durmstrang though she hated every second of it. Her feet continued to move her along, not caring at this point where she was actually going she allowed them to lead her.
Of course looking now inside a dirty window, her reflection staring back at her she knew she didn't look much like Andromeda anyhow. At least not the healthy vibrant girl that had left Hogwarts some months back, she was pale, thinner, gangly her hair was red again but so much shorter and she never bothered to fly anymore. Her trade mark, her passion. She just didn't care, even quidditch had lost its appeal. Nothing seemed to matter. Andromeda turned away from the window and realised that she had walked down through Bleak Street, that her feet had kept moving until she was now in the darkest part of the Alley. It didn't bother her, she knew enough magic to get her out of situations now. She had been taught in the Dark Arts at Durmstrang though she hated every second of it. Her feet continued to move her along, not caring at this point where she was actually going she allowed them to lead her.