Lavender
It’s been four days, and the girl hasn’t returned. Andromeda is beginning to suspect she hallucinated the whole interaction; it wouldn’t have been the first time.
She tries to take her mind off it, going on walks with Draco when he decides that her presence is tolerable, drinking tea in the courtyard with her sister, and taking baths with the lavender-scented salt that Narcissa swears by. But it’s no use.
Her thoughts are plagued by the girl with jet-black hair and a wicked grin, similar to Bellatrix in a way that makes Andromeda’s skin crawl and her heart race. The girl was softer, though; she still had her humanity, whereas Bellatrix lost hers long before any war occurred. Andromeda found her head in a constant mist. It was filled with nothing but the thoughts of the temptress she had seen that night.
She can’t help but hope she sees her again soon.