Letters

by Laterose Vale

Ted and Andromeda never meant to fall in love. In Andromeda's case, she never meant to speak to Ted. But, they did, and they did it through a series of letters. These are the letters in question, donated by Andromeda herself, to help the uninformed better understand the weight of blood purism, and the idea that love can conquer all.

9. Chapter 8

January 13th, 1971

Dear Ted,

I will hate whomever I choose. I choose to hate you. I also hate your list of foods, love story or not. It is inhuman to eat that many sandwiches, and because of your list I was forced to actually find you at the Hufflepuff table this afternoon and watch you eat. You really do eat that much food, don't you? Well, next time, would you mind eating the sandwich in at least three bites? I didn't eat a thing because I watched you shove an entire ham and cheese sandwich in my mouth. You are, for lack of a better word, disgusting. You're friends eat perfectly normally, although I refuse to admit they might be related to me. Septimus Weasley was blown of the Family Tree nearly thirty years ago, and I will have you know, that Aiden Finch is a the child of two muggleborns.

You accept my terms then. I am glad you have some sense about you. As for why I do not want to be seen with you, you have obviously never met my family. Even if I had a desire to talk to you in public, they would quite literally kill you, and then chain me to the walls in the dungeon for eternity. I would get beaten regularly, you would get worse. I would lose the respect of my house, and your house would lose any respect they once had. It simply isn't worth the pain. I truly am sorry for it, because you might actually be decent for a muggleborn. We can still write though.

You obviously have been trailing me. Games are quite my family's forte, and secrets are my specialty. Narcissa flirts, Bellatrix hurts, and I just get the secrets. Ah well, here it goes.

I too, have ever kissed a girl. I apologize, but I just had to point that out. I have not kissed a boy either, but seeing as anyone could have told you that I'll give you something better.

My mother is arranging a marriage for me, with Brutus Flint. I do not, however, plan on following through, for I find Flint to be a boorish and grotesque boy. Bellatrix is convinced mother will let me choose, but I know better.

Good enough?

Your Writing Partner,

Andromeda (Once again, not 'Dromeda, 'Meda, Baby, Honey, Sweetheart, Love, ect.)

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