It's the gentle pop that wakes her, eyes dark and sleepy in the dim light from the hallway. It takes her a moment to pin-point what it was - nothing more than the bulb in the streetlamp across the road. Or... perhaps not only that, but if there's something else, she doesn't know what it is. Andromeda Tonks (née Black) wriggles deeper under the blanket, vaguely chilly, and her eyes start to drift shut once more.
Pop.
That was the streetlight in front of her window.
"Ted?" she whispers, as, very slowly, her stomach ices over. "Ted - "
She'd been chilly, she'd been chilly because she'd woken up without the warm, solid weight of her husband's arm around her waist. The light from the hallway is dim and - and he doesn't sleep as well as he used to, what with his back (not that he'll ever admit it), and he gets up sometimes to make himself some of that horrible milky tea he likes, and -
Andromeda's wand is already in her hand as the hallway light goes out with a quiet:
Pop.
The Blacks have always been wealthy - she'd been able to afford this house as soon as the two of them married, and she'd laughed and laughed at the looks on her family's faces when they found they couldn't touch her trust fund even though she'd married a filthy -
The Blacks have always been wealthy, and it's a big house. But Andromeda Tonks (née Black) raised her daughter here, and she knows it better than any. She's in the kitchen in seconds, just long enough to register her husband, the look of surprise as he turns to face a pale mask, white as his old, chipped mug (To The World's Best Daddy), before the light goes out with a quiet:
Pop.
And then:
Green.
And then:
"Avada Kedavra!"
In the quiet glow of Lumos, Andromeda Tonks (née Black) nudges the pale mask aside with her toe, and then spits down on Bellatrix's slack, glassy face.
Then she wraps shaking arms around her husband, and as the light from her wand flickers out, there's a sharp:
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Pop.
That was the streetlight in front of her window.
"Ted?" she whispers, as, very slowly, her stomach ices over. "Ted - "
She'd been chilly, she'd been chilly because she'd woken up without the warm, solid weight of her husband's arm around her waist. The light from the hallway is dim and - and he doesn't sleep as well as he used to, what with his back (not that he'll ever admit it), and he gets up sometimes to make himself some of that horrible milky tea he likes, and -
Andromeda's wand is already in her hand as the hallway light goes out with a quiet:
Pop.
The Blacks have always been wealthy - she'd been able to afford this house as soon as the two of them married, and she'd laughed and laughed at the looks on her family's faces when they found they couldn't touch her trust fund even though she'd married a filthy -
The Blacks have always been wealthy, and it's a big house. But Andromeda Tonks (née Black) raised her daughter here, and she knows it better than any. She's in the kitchen in seconds, just long enough to register her husband, the look of surprise as he turns to face a pale mask, white as his old, chipped mug (To The World's Best Daddy), before the light goes out with a quiet:
Pop.
And then:
Green.
And then:
"Avada Kedavra!"
In the quiet glow of Lumos, Andromeda Tonks (née Black) nudges the pale mask aside with her toe, and then spits down on Bellatrix's slack, glassy face.
Then she wraps shaking arms around her husband, and as the light from her wand flickers out, there's a sharp:
Pop.
The house is dark.