I noticed there weren't much Ted/Andromeda stories, so I decided to write this, out of the blue and all.

Author's Note: If I did own Harry Potter, Sirius would still be alive. Oh, well. On with the story!

The Private Musings of Andromeda Black

September 1st

Here I am, writing in this diary that Cissy gave to me. I never really liked writing stuff. I hate writing, actually. But my dear old sister made me do it. And me, being the kind younger sister that I am, gave in. Oh, joy.

As of now, I am lying on a bed in a dormitory. Where, you may ask? In Hogwarts, of course. I am currently attending my third year here, so four more years to go (cue my cheering) before I officially became an adult.

Nothing much happened today, really. The Sorting was pretty blah, if you ask me. Except for Sirius, my favorite cousin. He joined Hogwarts today. And (surprise, surprise) he didn't join my sisters and me in Slytherin. Bella almost fell out of her seat when she heard the Sorting Hat yell, "GRYFFINDOR!"

'That's impossible!' Bella had exclaimed. 'He's a Black, he should be with us!' She and Cissy talked about it all throughout dinner. I wasn't complaining. I sort of wished I wasn't in Slytherin, too. Slimy gits, the whole lot of them. Sirius is one lucky prat.

He saw me amidst the students, and gave me a little wink. I smiled at him, glad that he was here. Sirius and I had this bond, being the only 'normal' ones in the whole Black race. To give you an idea, my parents would rather do the jig with the Dark Lord himself than associate themselves with Mudbloods.

Yes, my whole family is― to put it lightly ― OBSSESSED with all this being a pureblood business. I lost a lot of my Muggle-born friends because of it (Bella made sure of that). Really, as if being a Black makes me some sort of royalty.

The very idea makes me sick.

That's why I can't wait until I turn seventeen. So I can be free of this nonsense and start my life the way I want it.

Hey, I'm getting the hang of this writing stuff. Maybe I will do this more. I have to remember to thank Cissy.

More later,

Andromeda

Andromeda closed the notebook and hid it under the clothes in her trunk. She felt surprisingly well after writing her rants. Smiling serenely, she went to bed.

So, like it? Hate it?

If you like it, there's a fat chance I will continue this. (",)

Tell me what you think! Constructive criticism is highly appreciated.

xoxo, PunkPrincezz017