Andromeda and Ted, part 8Andromeda stood, too still, on platform 9 of Kings Cross station. A long, deep green traveling cloak hid her robes, as obtaining Muggle clothing had not been possible. Her old school trunk held everything she felt rightful in taking; her favorite clothes and books, a few pieces of jewelry, and the handful of letters she'd saved throughout her life so far. She'd carefully left behind anything of hers that either of her sisters had ever coveted or borrowed. Narcissa had frequently worn the amethyst necklace that had been her eleventh birthday gift, and Bellatrix had more than once stolen a silver and emerald bracelet that had been a Christmas present. She'd also left every dress Bella had handed down, even the silver one that Ted had complimented her own at Slughorn's party. She knew that she'd be accused of stealing regardless, even if she tookonly the robes on her back, but this way at least she wasn't taking anything that would be missed in its own right.Several passing Muggles star
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