[After being disowned from the family and, no doubt being burned off the tapestry, Andromeda had to stop expecting anything from her family. Although she understood why they were the way they are, because of course she did, she loathed it all the same. Maybe especially when it came to Cissa, who she'd always been closer to of her two sisters.
She had no desire at all to attempt to change Cissa's mind on anything. She knew as well as anyone the stubbornness that the Black family had in spades. Especially when they felt they were right about something.
And in the Black family, they were always right.
It was that stubbornness, though she'd call it something else surely, that Meda still fell back on often, much to Ted's amusement.
At the end of the day, she'd let Cissa call the shots and decide if she wanted to meet. Meda didn't have nearly as much to lose as her sister did, especially for her young son (Meda's nephew that she wished she could meet). She knew, although she hoped dearly she was wrong, that Voldemort was still out there. Someone (or something) that evil didn't disappear because of a baby, or a mother's love for said child.
So, when Cissa said they should meet and suggested a place, it took Meda a moment to recover from the shock. Of the olive branch, her sister was offering. It was in their world still but not a central hub of activity like other known locals. It was perfect.]
I do, in fact.
They have a lovely tea place we can visit, with private rooms if we're so inclined.
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