Andromeda had been an oddity amongst them. Of course, Regulus knew his brother to be an oddity, as well; he wasn’t as shocked when her name ( or his brother’s, for that matter ) arose in conversation.
Still, he was curious when he found himself looking upon Andromeda’s pink-haired daughter. Of course, she had no idea who he was; for that, Regulus was grateful. He hadn’t been known in England for years. It was only for want of certain supplies that Regulus was in Diagon Alley even now.
Still, he was curious; there was something intriguing in investigating the taboos of the family. Especially when that family had since c r u m b l e d.
❝ ’Xcuse me, Miss — I thought I heard your companion there address you as “Tonks?” Are you related to an Andromeda? ❞
Grumbling under her breath at Mad-Eye’s retreating form, she follows order and stays put outside the storefront. ’VIGILANCE’ – he had practically screamed at her… Alright, it hadn’t been a scream. It had been a harsh, overbearing, spit-filled whisper. All the same, they’re asking a few questions of a shopkeeper in broad daylight, in one of the most heavily wizard-populated areas in London ( excluding the Ministry, of course ).
And, when she says they, she means he. ’Stay put’ he had commanded in that gruff way of his, ‘keep watch, in case he makes a break for it’. She can hardly imagine a scenario where the poor, helpless wizard will be able to get away from Mad-Eye, but she’d already used up her allotted time for arguing earlier that morning…
So she whips around at the stranger’s strange question, her expression hardly welcoming, even if the inquiry does give her pause. One never expects to get asked about one’s parents by people one’s never met before.
❝ Andromeda? Yeah, that’s my mum… Do you know her? ❞
