"I'm tired, please let me sleep," she implored, turning her back on him, lying facing the wall. "I don't want to talk about it anymore, alright?"
Andromeda tried to keep the sharpness out of her voice, but she was exhausted. Just this morning, she had finally reached the decision to tell her parents about Ted, and left their house to come live with him. She wasn't exactly used to the cold shoulder from her family, but expected nothing less.
"Sorry. I just—" Ted murmured.
"It's fine. We'll talk tomorrow, alright?"
Her thoughts dwelled on this all night, her barely getting any sleep.
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Andromeda listened to the radio with bated breath, doubting what she'd heard. It couldn't be—Ted was surely still out there somewhere, staying hidden like he had been. She kept up the feigned disbelief until the next morning, when she skimmed through the Daily Prophet, looking for anything other than the name Ted Tonks to appear in the obituary.
But there it was, in black and white.
For the smallest fraction of a second, she wondered what would've happened if she hadn't fell for him. She wouldn't be hurting, but she wouldn't have loved.
Andromeda didn't sleep that night.
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For The Becoming a Wizard Challenge (Petunia's Chores 1, Chore 1- write using the prompt "sleep." Also for the Represent that Character Challenge.