A/N: Here is my post-hiatus update! Beware—it's short! I know 13 (or perhaps 12) is a young age for love, but it could happen. Besides, guys are pretty impulsive. And Andy's reasoning and the guy choices she has may confuse you, but she's only human. Try not to be confused—it'll unfold in later chapters.

Also, for everyone who says Narcissa's personality is not very fitting…I have my reasons. Bear with me!

Disclaimer: I don't own!

Pure Blood

An Andromeda/Ted Fiction

Prompts 39 and 43: Thirteen and Cryptic

"Happy birthday! You're finally a teenager, Andy!" Cissy said, bursting into our dorm.

"Cissy!" I screeched, jumping up, out of my sleep.

She giggled. "Sorry, Andy."

"Andromeda," I hissed, and she backed off.

"Whatever," she said with a shrug. "Anyway, happy birthday."

She turned to go, and I immediately felt guilty. "I'm sorry, Cissy. Thanks."

She turned and grinned again. "Oh, no problem!" she said cheerfully. How good it felt to have my opal here with my on my first day of teen-dom.

"What'll we do today?" she asked, as my roommates began to stir.

"Oh, I dunno. Not much, right?"

She shrugged. "Why not? Cake…a party…boys!" Her smile grew wider at the last word.

I laughed. "I'm not interested in guys right now, Cissy."

"And why not?" she demanded.

Because I think I like a Mudblood, I thought, but said instead, "They're freaks. No fun."

"Not true!" she insisted, but stopped arguing.

"Get up, sleepyhead," Cissy was saying to Sarah. She groaned and turned over.

"Get away, Black…" she murmured.

Cissy simply grinned and turned back to me. "So yeah, I'll go now, but Happy Birthday, again!" She hugged me and skipped out of the room.

I smiled after my bubbly sister and stretched, then proceeded to get dressed.

My dorm mate, Pauline, suddenly walked in. "Hey, girls," she said cheerfully. "Happy birthday, Andromeda. This was left outside the common room door." And she held up a note that said, "ANDROMEDA BLACK—Happy Birthday!"

I grabbed it. "Who's it from?" I asked.

"No idea," Pauline answered, and then left again for breakfast.

I ripped it open, with Sarah's eyes on me. She'd finally gotten up due to this object of interest.

"It's in code…" I murmured. "Let's see. A deer…and my face. Dear Andromeda…"

I stopped decoding aloud.

A deer, and my face.

A smile, and a cake. (Happy birthday.) An eye, the word want, the number two, a person whispering in someone else's ear, a U. (I want to tell you…something.) An eye again, a heart, a U. (I love you!) The word since, in parenthesis U and ME, and the number 5. (Since we were five.)

A heart, a comma, and a question mark. (Love, ?)

My heart sped up. Someone was in love with me—someone who knew me when I was five.

Oh, thank Merlin—Lulu didn't meet me till I was twelve.

Let's see…who? Only Purebloods, of course—so that ruled Ted out. My heart sank.

There were a few all right Slytherin Purebloods…hmm…Phillip Greengrass, for one. There was Matt Parkinson—eew! Frank Parker, Greg Turpin, Kyle Crabbe, Andrew Flint. Those were the only boys I'd met when I was five.

"Well?" Sarah prompted. "Who sent it?"

"I don't know," I said, dumbfounded. "It's a secret admirer note."

She studied it, ooh-ing and aah-ing, trying to guess who sent it, as I sunk into my thoughts.

Someone loved me…Me.

My heart yearned for Ted Tonks, but my head said, "Take this secret admirer. It'll work out…somehow."

Would it work out?

Would this boy love me enough to make me love him back?

Was that even possible?