It was the last few weeks of seventh year in the early 1970s. Everyone seventh year student was getting ready for graduation, it was finally time to go off into the rest of the wizarding world, to leave the halls of hogwarts. And one of those students leaving was Andromeda Black.

From the years she attended hogwarts, yes she’d continued like the rest of the family, ending up in Slytherin yet again, despite that it was rather obvious she was someone who went against their ways, she was talking to people who weren’t that of pureblood, more free more welcoming.

She knew her family and siblings weren’t approving of her straying from it all but she’d began to lose all care for it all, stopped bothering to even try to explain or convince them of anything.

Andromeda was sat within the gardens at hogwarts, at the base of one of the trees, a book in her lap as she leant against the tree, spinning her wand in her hand, fiddling with it in anticipation of finally being free from it all, free from the house, free from the prejudice views.

A faint smile still present on her face, after all who wouldn’t have a smile on their face? Especially when she knew her exact plans for when she left Hogwarts for the last time. Because that’d also be the last time she was ever linked to her family. She was leaving, and that was all she ever wanted.