March 1st, 1971

Dear Andromeda,

I'm sorry. They stopped bothering you though. And you forgot the part where I landed Nott in the Hospital Wing for four days. It was three blokes against one. You have to admit, for someone failing Defense Against the Dark Art, I did pretty well.

I got your letter. I'm sorry to admit that Molly, Evie, Arthur, and Aiden were all there when I read it, jumped up screaming, and hugged Professor Sprout in the middle of a very serious House scolding. Molly was shocked that you actually sent it. She said most girls would have just tucked it away somewhere safe, but you actually sent it. You never were one to follow expectations though, were you? My Andromeda, defying expectations one muggle-born at a time.

I've been out of the Hospital Wing for a day now, and haven't seen you once. Madam Celandine said you came in every day whenever you could that entire week, and suddenly you've disappeared. I saw you in class, but you didn't talk to me. I saw you smile, and you got that look in your eyes that was really excited, but sort of scared. Are the Slytherins still messing with you, or is this about your confession?

Andromeda. I love you too. I've fancied you for ages, but then you actually started talking to me, and I knew I'd fallen for you. Please don't ever let my mates see this, because I will be teased mercilessly if they do, but, I love you. I love the way you try to hide your curly hair because you don't want to look like your sister. I love you way you're so brave, and so pessimistic at the same time. I love the little spikes at the top of all your letters. I love the way you listened to me, even when I told you everything you didn't want to hear.

The girl I told you about was you. I never told you, because I figured you had some pureblood bloke you were after. Ridiculous, isn't it? We could have together weeks ago, and all those rumors would have true. If only we had been smart enough to finish the secret.

So, Andromeda Cassiopeia Black, I love you too. Obviously, you seem to think I want nothing to do with you, and so I have to decline your offer. No, we can't remain friends. However, I have an offer of my own.

Would you be my girl?

I love you, Meda-girl,

Your… Boyfriend?,

Ted

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