A/N: Andromeda was more than just another brick in the wall.

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Andromeda was brought up to behave a certain way, to speak a certain way and to walk a certain way. She was to carry herself with the grace and dignity befitting of a young Black woman operating within pureblood society. For the past sixteen years, that's all she knew, it was ingrained within her and that's the image she portrayed to the world around her.

But for those who actually took the time to truly see her, to get to know her, they would see the cracks. They could see the slightly droop of shoulders when she thought no one was watching. They could see the way her hair wanted to resist the tight bun she tried so hard to put it in every morning. They could see the odd twitch at the sides of her mouth when someone nearby was acting inappropriately in public.

Andromeda was more than just another brick in the wall. Andromeda was different. Andromeda would be her own person. Andromeda would soon be able to let her hair down and be who she always wanted to be. She put away the yellow and black scarf she often fingered as she fell asleep every night. She would soon get out of this life and be with the one she truly wanted.