It had been a strange thing, working on the same side as her sister again. They would both never forgive the other, but now they could ally themselves against an evil working to destroy them. She'd never bothered to bring up the irony that Bellatrix was suddenly fighting against a group of people doing just what she and Tom had planned to do to the muggleborns; she'd learned long ago that there was no point.
It was a risk to them both, Andromeda showing up in the wake of the building's destruction. She worked quickly, clotting spells and sealing spells that were crude and would leave scars -- but they were the fastest, if the least elegant. She tried to help each person she came across, imPort or not, but she made doubly sure the familiar faces were healed first.
She came across her sister, hair dark like hers -- that same wild look in her eye. Sometimes when she looked in the mirror, it was hard to tell them apart.
"We need to get going." Flat, because she still had problems with this large-scale destruction. Personal vendettas were easier to handle, easier to twist into cruel and dark things. This -- well. This was something else.
Toward the end of the attack
It was a risk to them both, Andromeda showing up in the wake of the building's destruction. She worked quickly, clotting spells and sealing spells that were crude and would leave scars -- but they were the fastest, if the least elegant. She tried to help each person she came across, imPort or not, but she made doubly sure the familiar faces were healed first.
She came across her sister, hair dark like hers -- that same wild look in her eye. Sometimes when she looked in the mirror, it was hard to tell them apart.
"We need to get going." Flat, because she still had problems with this large-scale destruction. Personal vendettas were easier to handle, easier to twist into cruel and dark things. This -- well. This was something else.