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[andromynous]

WHO: Andromeda Tonks and [you]!
WHERE: All around New York - bus stops, various hospitals, streets, and probably a food cart at some point.
WHEN: Monday, August 1st - late afternoon/early evening
WARNINGS: None so far! Very light violence in the Bellatrix thread.
SUMMARY: Andromeda's dropping off resumes so she can stop relying on her daughter's

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[xuffasch]

Why anyone would ever want to use public transportation was completely beyond Damian's comprehension. He found the entire idea distasteful, and a little bit disgusting. All snobbery aside, however, he did find one thing about the system useful: the bus stops. They were always placed at convenient and strategic locations, and the people who passed through were invaluable for observation. (He also found knowing bus schedules was useful, because at night he could ride on top of them as Robin and get from place to place so much faster.)

In the daytime, however, he was just Damian, a small boy sitting at the bus stop, knees drawn up to his chest as he glowered at the people around him.

[andromynous]

Fortunately for Damian, glowering young boys (or glowering older men, as it had been lately) were a specialty of hers.

She dropped down onto the bus bench next to him and flashed him a brief smile. Unfortunately for him, she hadn't brought any banana bread and did not carry sweets in her purse, despite being a grandmother.

"Are you waiting for a specific bus? I know a couple come this way." Or that's what the information she'd read had said.

[xuffasch]

Damian has never understood why people think it's alright to approach him. Maybe he needs to work on the ferocity of his glare; he makes a mental note to research this when he has the time. For the moment he just cocks his head to look at the woman, who seems harmless enough.

"Four lines intersect here, which makes this one of the most useful stops on this end of the city. Two run north-south and two east-west, so you can almost anywhere from here."

Hey, just because he didn't like taking the buses didn't mean he didn't know anything about them.

[andromynous]

Andromeda is harmless enough as long as someone isn't giving her a reason to think they're a threat. Damian certainly hasn't given her a reason.

She nods. "That's right, yes. You sound like you know where you're going." Or at least, where he was going in theory. She thinks about asking him where his parents are, but maybe he's older than he looks or maybe his parents have given him a good chunk of responsibility. Regardless, she's not going to bring it up.

"I'm Andromeda." She hesitates a moment before offering her hand.

[pureblood]

Bellatrix was taking long strides down the busy street, arms filled with paper bags. She may not be wanting for money, but she still had to buy her necessities. She was unused to being completely self-sufficient, since half of her life was spent in the lap of luxury and the other in prison. The sky was darkening and she was on her way home, but despite the number of people around her, she still caught a glimpse of Andromeda. It was the first time she laid eyes on her in person since she left so many years ago, and once again she was struck by how similar they look. Bellatrix had sharper, crueler features, but the resemblance was uncanny.

Old resentments and anger began to resurface the longer she stared at her estranged sister, and she stopped walking, ignoring the glares of the passersby as she blocked their way. Her wand burned against her hip, but it stayed where it was. For some reason, she was torn between catching Andromeda's attention and leaving her be.

[andromynous]

She'd been headed back to the MAC when she'd spotted the apparently irritated crowd of people in front of her. A little scanning told her exactly why they were irritated - a woman too familiar for comfort was standing stock-still, watching her.

Staring, really.

The trouble with the war was that she wasn't sure people really understood that things weren't easy on either side. Seeing her sister there, bags of groceries in her arms, made Andromeda rapidly think a few things: one, that none of them had any sort of hope of learning to cook as children, and two, that her sister had spent much of her life in prison. She took a deep breath in.

How to deal with this? She doubted Bellatrix would hex her on the spot, given how many people were around ... but who knew how predictable her sister was nowadays.

After a bit of thinking, she opted to move to the nearby bus stop and take a seat -- but not after looking straight at Bellatrix, letting her gaze linger for a few moments.

There, now she was out of the way and still in Bellatrix's

[pureblood]

She stood still for a moment longer before walking towards Andromeda, dropping her bags on the ground and taking the seat beside her. She slowly drew her wand, placing it on her lap. Normally she wouldn't care about casting spells in the middle of a crowd, but if several "heroes" came to stop her, she didn't know if she could defeat them all.

For now, Bellatrix stared straight ahead, refusing to meet Andromeda's eyes. "I must say you blend in quite well with the Muggles."

[andromynous]

She wasn't sure what she'd have done if Bellatrix had tried to look at her right now, anyway.

Bellatrix was -- many things. The sister she'd grown up with, the sister she'd betrayed (whether she herself felt it was a betrayal or not) ... the woman who had slain her daughter. Andromeda clenched her hand at her side, breathing out. Ignoring Bellatrix's words seemed to be the best course of action right now.

"You killed my child, Bellatrix." She wasn't sure where she was going with this yet, but she -- needed to say it.

jdfsak; sorry for being so late with this o_o

[askedtobe]

As often as Peter told himself not to work too many hours, it was just as often that he did exactly that. Piled on extra shifts until nothing else had to matter but the number of hours he was working. It was one of the only ways he coped, one of the only ways he knew how to cope anymore, and he abused it heinously. He barely even noticed when he did it anymore, and anyways, when everything else was falling apart, he could try to at least feel like he was helping someone

No worries, there were memes and LJ was still being stupid!

[andromynous]

She'd just dropped off her resume (hand-written, which they seemed surprised about) and was on her way out of the labyrinth of hallways when Peter ran into her. She blinked herself, watching the shower of papers for a moment before kneeling down to help him out.

Having a very clumsy daughter meant you were used to cleaning up accidents; besides, he'd apologized and hadn't just plowed right through her so he could come back for his papers later. That was enough to warrant her stopping. Andromeda managed a small smile and a chuckle. "Oh, I'm made of stern enough stuff that I think I can manage a run-in or two without buckling to my knees." She knelt down herself, collecting the papers with careful hands and looking over to Peter. "Are you all right? Aside from probably being in a hurry

it's still being stupid too, sigh

[askedtobe]

Trying to collect everything that had scattered before they caused too much of a scene, Peter was fairy perturbed with himself for not even remotely paying attention. Or more accurately, for paying attention to the wrong things- the thoughts in his head instead of the world around him. It was the reason why he was working so much in the first place, so he didn't have to think.

"Yeah, i'm fine. Thanks. Just.. should've been paying more attention." He forced a smile, and it looked it, his expression fading back to faint concern not a moment later.

With a quit sigh, he glanced down at the small stack of papers in hand, giving a curious tip of the head when he realized they were resumes. And hand-written at that, which was curious, but admittedly, kind of endearing. Standing back up, he handed them over to the other woman and figured that he might as well try to make light conversation. If he could run into her, then he could definitely talk to her; it was only polite. "Applying for jobs?"

[andromynous]

Andromeda could sympathize with wanting to work until he didn't have time to think about anything but the job in front of him; she also knew that it didn't always work, though, and she'd say as much if he asked.

As it was, though, they'd just met. She stood herself and took the stack of papers from him with a nod and a smile. "I am, yes." Obviously he wasn't in all that big of a hurry if he was willing to start small-talk with her; she wasn't going to say no to some conversation with people who weren't familiar to her.

"I'm -- newly arrived, so I thought I'd better get my own job going." As much as she loved her daughter, relying on her felt more than a little silly. She shifted the collection of papers into one arm and then offered him her free hand.

"Andromeda."