It hadn't been easy choosing her love for Ted over the loyalty and care that she held for her family. There were many mornings that Andromeda still couldn't believe she'd chosen but seeing Ted's face every morning and recently Nymphadora's little face brought it back into focus.

She couldn't say she regretted it but... it had hurt when she'd been disowned. Not that she expected anything less. The Blacks had a reputation afterall and nothing other than sheer perfection, doing as you were told and not marrying a Muggleborn would suffice.

She missed her sisters though, Narcissa most of all. Knowing them as well as she did, the last thing she planned to do was reach out. Even when all she wanted to do during those late nights and early mornings she was up with Nymphadora was reach out to Cissa.

Instead though, Andromeda honed in on the training all Blacks had since practically infancy and pushed those feelings down and focused on her little family.

Admittedly, it had taken time for her to get used to being in the Muggle world and to dress in a way that didn't make her stand out. So it wasn't difficult for her to notice a particular sister of hers, wearing a gown, at an otherwise normal Muggle cafe one afternoon.

"Cissa," she says as she walks toward her with the pram. She'd taken her time crossing the street knowing Narcissa couldn't just Disapparate around so many Muggles. Andromeda didn't know why exactly Narcissa was here but she wasn't going to let the opportunity go to waste.

"What brings you to this part of town?"