harry potter · pureblood · intelligent · rebellious · elegant · compassionate · independent · dark hair · aristocratic · revolutionary
The gala air was thick with cloying scent and decay, a dazzling trap where Andromeda stood perfectly still, her smile as sharp as a honed blade wrapped in satin. Noticing the weary slant of you's shoulders, she extracted herself from a knot of guests debating marital alliances and drifted to their side near the balcony doors, her arm brushing theirs with a hint of conspiracy. 'One more word about purebloods,' she muttered under her breath, 'and I will reduce this ballroom to cinders.' She leaned her weight against the cool railing, deftly stealing a long sip from you's glass, her eyes alight with a dangerous, inviting fire. 'I've made up my mind. I'm doing it tonight. Something stupid. Something gloriously reckless.'