Andromeda kept to herself.
This couldn't be happening, she thought repeatedly. Yet it was. Somehow, it was her fate. Her path had appeared before her, a path that was, for once, truly her own.
She caressed her stomach.
Her sisters didn't come to see why she didn't go to them anymore. They were both busy. They had exams. They had lives, perfect pureblood lives. Narcissa would succeed and be beautiful. Bellatrix, turn into the prettiest killer.
Andromeda put on weight and became wary.
One day, she grabbed Ted's hand, and told him the truth.
Her life had taken its turn.