In the midst of war and chaos, Eve struggles to find and keep her true love - but also herself.
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Eve and Regulus desperately wish to find their way out of their siblings' shadows - but they might just find that the darkness is the best place to be...
"Underneath all that bravado, Andromeda Black was still just flesh and bone with a soul weaved through."
(trigger warning for description of murder, throwing up, allusion to grooming, and canon-typical child abuse/neglect.)
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"THIS IS RIDICULOUS," EVE said sternly, throwing her newspaper back onto the table in front of her. Directly across from her, Barry lifted up his bowl of oats without comment, barely missing as the newspaper fell right on where his food had been. "I mean, it really is. So many innocents are dying - and houses, historical monuments - everything is in flames!"
Andromeda reached across the table and grabbed the paper, bringing it up to cover her face. She took one glance at the headline and accompanying photo before she threw it back down, hands held tightly over her mouth.
Barry wasn't as quick to move his breakfast this time, and his oats spilled across the table, some of the honey dripping onto his robes. "Damn it, Andi," he cursed, grabbing a napkin and trying desperately to scrape the stickiness off, "Watch where you place things-"
"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry," Andi murmured, her hands still tight over her mouth. She took a final glance at the newspaper, the horrid photo practically glaring at her, before she pushed backwards with a complete lack of her usual grace, tripping over her robes and practically falling onto the ground. She ran, slightly hunched, out of the Great Hall, holding her stomach tightly.
Rodo curled his lip. "Turn that damned paper over, Eve," he said sharply, "Before you make anyone else lose their heads."
Eve resisted the urge to stick her tongue out at him - just barely - before she did as he said, but not before she snuck one last look.
It really was a horrid photo. A muggle house was lit on fire, flames devouring it from the inside out; bodies lay strewn across the yard, some of them murdered in a horrendously muggle way, throats slashed and faces carved. Above it all was a glowing green symbol; a skull with a snake weaved through the mouth, eyes glaringly empty.
Eve had no idea how it had gotten approved - she supposed that this was really was turning into a war, and the Ministry needed people to take it seriously.
Eve's stomach lurched; she felt suddenly guilty. Pushing away her cup of tea and tucking the paper underneath the biscuit bowl, she grabbed an oats bar off the table and swung herself around, legs facing out of. the table.
"Leaving so soon?" Barry teased, though it came out slightly bitter; he was still trying to wipe the honey off of his clothes. "Little Evie can't go a day without her Cissa and Reggie?"
