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Andromeda had watched as Mike and Zuka had made their way into the prefects lounge, she knew that all the new prefects as well as the older ones were all going to meet up but she just couldn't face anyone yet. The arrival at the school yesterday had been exhausting and alarming to say the least, she was sharing a room with Katalina which helped to alleviate some of the tension she had. Kat had always made her feel relaxed and at ease, right now that was a good combination for Andromeda. She wandered down to the gardens thinking back on the previous nights activities in the common room, all her old friends and housemates had been thrilled to see her again, she also knew they were slightly shocked by her awfully gaunt appearance but there was nothing she could do about it.
Herself and Esmerelda had spent hours pouring over various potion books and spell books doing various appearance charms and glamours, mixing concoctions which would apparently put some colour back in her cheeks and put some meat on her bones. The results always lasted for less than a minute. One of the healers who still called to check on her was aghast at their attempts but knew for Andromeda's self esteem on returning to school that she needed to blend in, needed to be as invisible or as ordinary as possible. Looking tall, thin and wretchedly pale with flaming red hair set you apart about as much as a tornado in a china shop.
Her stroll took her to the garden, she had missed them and wondered now how Groundskeeper Willie and Caretaker Corvin were doing. Her heart beat erratically though as she came face to face with the tree that held the door way to her cavern. She wondered was it all still disillusioned, would the password still work? She was tempted to try but she couldn't. Instead she sat in a slumped heap on the grass just staring at the tree. Here she wasn't a prisoner, no matter that they had set this place up for her. This had been really by her own request. What they had done to her at Durmstrang was heartless, inhumane and dispicable.
Herself and Esmerelda had spent hours pouring over various potion books and spell books doing various appearance charms and glamours, mixing concoctions which would apparently put some colour back in her cheeks and put some meat on her bones. The results always lasted for less than a minute. One of the healers who still called to check on her was aghast at their attempts but knew for Andromeda's self esteem on returning to school that she needed to blend in, needed to be as invisible or as ordinary as possible. Looking tall, thin and wretchedly pale with flaming red hair set you apart about as much as a tornado in a china shop.
Her stroll took her to the garden, she had missed them and wondered now how Groundskeeper Willie and Caretaker Corvin were doing. Her heart beat erratically though as she came face to face with the tree that held the door way to her cavern. She wondered was it all still disillusioned, would the password still work? She was tempted to try but she couldn't. Instead she sat in a slumped heap on the grass just staring at the tree. Here she wasn't a prisoner, no matter that they had set this place up for her. This had been really by her own request. What they had done to her at Durmstrang was heartless, inhumane and dispicable.