Andromeda Morgana was born a Black, destined to be a Malfoy, and ended up a Tonks.
She suited Black. It was all she wasn't- her hair wasn't the jet of her elder sister, nor the white blonde of her younger. Her eyes were not deep and shining and intense, nor icy and cool and cold. Her figure was not voluptuous nor straight and slender. She was a mixture of everything, a shade. Just like black.
A Malfoy she was not. Andromeda Malfoy was an awkward, ungainly phrase, and the initials were wrong- they spelt, AM but she wasn't. When she compared 'Andromeda Malfoy' to 'Narcissa Malfoy' there was no comparison. Malfoy's were meant to be steely and shining and cold. Andromeda was impetuous and feeling and far too brown to be white.
Maybe that was her problem, she mused. Black was a shade, but the dark was not. The dark was all encompassing and stifling. And the man who called himself the dark lord lived up to his name. So, while she suited being a Black, she did not suit being dark. Nor did she suit being the colour of vanilla so tinged with the grey that now infected the Wizarding world. She was too brown, too yellow, too colourful for both the Malfoy's and the darkness.
And then she was a Tonks. If she had suited Black, Tonks was made for her. It was perfect- not the darkness that had infected the shade, nor the whiteness that was tinged with the same. It was yellow, and cheerful and altogether different from what she had been and what she was supposed to be. It was her, Andromeda Morgana Tonks- a mixture, a variety. She went from a shade of the darkness to a tone of the lightness.
Andromeda Morgana was born a Black, destined to be a Malfoy and ended up a Tonks.
