A/N- Well, this just... Came out. I think this marks the end of my writer's block/screw-writing-everything-that-comes-out-is-crap phase I was going through, so... Yay? This is the best thing that I've cranked out for a while, which isn't saying much. But I'm definitely going to try to write some more stuff. Try being the key word.
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Andromeda knows the whispers.
"Lucifer," they say in hushed voices. "Andromeda. Fell- cast out. Both of them."
Sirius tells her about them, with a mouth full of ice cream during secret meetings in Diagon Alley.
"Pride, that's what got her. That's what got both of them in the end. Not that little Mudblood of hers, she was just too good for us. For us. She's stuck in her own hell now."
"They keep comparing you to Satan", says Sirius around a mouthful of chocolate. "Well, Lucifer. Is there a difference?"
"A fall from grace. Her name's burned out of existence now, as was his."
"That's stupid," says Andromeda, taking a dainty sip from her vanilla milkshake. "I'm more than just the morning star. I'm a galaxy."
"She's descended as far as she can possibly go. She'll be begging us to take her back soon enough."
"I don't know what they're going on about. If anything, Mum's the devil in the family," says Sirius with a snort.
"No, she won't. That damn pride, remember?"
"Pride?" asks Andromeda incredulously. "They think this is because of pride? This is because I love Ted and hate their goddamn racism!"
"Even Lucifer kept his dignity, after everything."
"I'm with you, Andy," says Sirius, all wide-eyed. "As soon as I'm old enough."
"She'll burn in the end."
The fact that they compare her to the devil doesn't bother her as much as the way they liken themselves to angels.
"Let her.
A/N- Likey? No likey? Either way, I hope you review!