ted tonks

An independent role playing blog for resident Hufflepuff Ted Tonks, muggleborn, musician, pacifist, and loyal friend. Messy, fair-minded, and unfailingly optimistic, he has a not-so-secret love for gillyweed, rugby, and Andromeda Black, and can often be heard waxing poetic about the latter in the Hufflepuff dorms.

[badgerhearted]

Ted Tonks: So you don’t want Andromeda to love me?

Druella Black: I would rather have my tongue nailed to this table every morning at breakfast.

Ted Tonks: That’d hurt.

[narcissticflower-deactivated201]

“That wasn’t an invitation for you to sit next to me.  I was hoping if I ignored you, you would take a hint and disappear.  Clearly you are too stupid to realize when you aren’t wanted.”

[badgerhearted]

❝ Ah! But that’s where you’re mistaken!    Because I do realize I’m not wanted,    and I chose to sit here anyway. ❞

[disavowcd-archived]

          “I’m not particularly inclined to trust you…”

[badgerhearted]

   ❝ But you can trust me— truly. If you wish, I’ll       tell no one we’ve spoken, not a single soul.       Cross  my  heart  and  hope  to  die. ❞

[remusjohnslupin]

hufflepuff + house traits

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” —— Oh I’m not stupid, Tonks. I can smell the gillyweed. How about you be a good boy and give it to me now. “

[badgerhearted]

  Ted figured  he was pretty much screwed, and his perceptions   were, at the moment, just a bit off (though his decision-making   processes weren't always the best even under lucid circumstances),   so rather than pointlessly try to talk himself out of the situation, he   just grinned and held it out to her with a wink.

      ❝There's plenty for the both of us.❞

[badgerhearted]

; wottcher

  Amusement and adoration were the winning reactions in his tone   and face, and all he could manage was a shake of the head and--

      ❝Don't let your mum catch you looking like that.❞

[neverquitetheirleague-blog]

Hey brother, do you still believe in one another? Hey sister, do you still believe in love, I wonder? Oh, if the sky comes falling down for you, There’s nothing in this world I wouldn’t do.

Hey Brother - Acivii (via neverquitetheirleague)

[badgerhearted]

; neverquitetheirleague

      ❝You can keep a secret, yeah?❞

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” —— Drop that now. Or suffer 50 points from your house and detention for a week.“

[badgerhearted]

      ❝--It's just a cigarette,❞ he blurted, already sounding       slightly glazed over, giving her a lopsided smile even       as he shielded the joint of gillyweed from her gaze with       his body (which was, in retrospect, not at all helpful).

[highheelssharptongue-deactivate]

"I don’t know? I don’t notice them much. I don’t even eat a lot of pie - I like plain old strawberries and whipped cream.”

But why had she just said that? It wasn’t as if it was a secret, of course, but Rita wasn’t in the habit of dishing out personal information. What she needed to do was wipe that dumb smile off of his face, and then he’d see her for what she really was and leave her alone.

"No secrets? Then you must want something. Information on someone? Nothing comes free, you know, and if you’re not here for that then you should get lost because looking at you is making my eyes bleed.”

Ah, and there it was. The only defense she thought she had against his unfailing niceness — but surely he’d heard the rumors about her. Not  everything in this castle was made up, especially not when it came to how rude Rita was. She didn’t give anyone the benefit of the doubt, no second chances. Nothing. Trashing people was easy if you knew the quickest way to a take-down and Rita did. She’d been doing it her entire life.

"Leave me alone, won’t you?"

[badgerhearted]

  Strawberries and whipped cream sounded amazing,   actually, and he filed the information away for a birthday or   Christmas or a day when she looked particularly stressed.

  The fact that she was accusing him of having some ulterior   motive was slightly befuddling. He wasn't stupid enough not to   know that there were bad people in the world, people who mainly   looked out for themselves and didn't care about stabbing their   best friend in the back, but he tried not to dwell on thoughts like   those. Besides, if he'd wanted something, he'd have come out   and said it right away. (Not that he'd deny his thoughts imme-   diately flew to Andromeda-- what kind of flowers did she like?   What sort of candy? Did she respond well to gifts from stran-   gers? Did Rita know?) But it seemed selfish to ask when they   were already talking about something else.

  Maybe it was just his inherently optimistic nature, but he didn't   believe her insult. Not that there wasn't something there--dis-   comfort, anger even--but it would have been silly to take the   comment about his looks personally. Instead, he looked briefly   concerned, mentally noting her desire to be left alone as a last   resort.

      ❝You alright? Did something happen today?❞

[mssrlupin]

Dora was wonderful, truly she was, but Remus still couldn’t possibly see how he was good for her. Well-mannered perhaps, but still a werewolf.

         One that was looking shabbier as the days went on.          A tap of his wand to his robes vanished most of the           mess left from his most recent encounter with one          of Greyback’s pack.

                "I just fear what that sunrise might reveal                   in the end. Any word from the Order?”                                                       Any word from Dora? 

[badgerhearted]

  Ted had never been the judgmental type, and while logically   he understood the dangers and consequences of Dora hooking   up with a werewolf-- well, knowing Remus as he did, he couldn't   bring himself to think any ill will against him. Everyone had their   ups and downs and burdens to bear, and Remus bore his with a   lot of grace.

      Of course things would be different, and there would be       messes to clean up and the Ministry to rebuild, but his mind       could not more than a moment stay lighted upon a depress-       ing topic. Always was he looking toward some bright and       beautiful future, whether it be imaginary or not.

          ❝A better tomorrow, I hope,❞ he smiled, followed by a           light sigh and a shrug. ❝They don't tell us much— for           our own protection as much as theirs, I imagine.❞ Dora           was around more than any of the others, though, and           for that he was unendingly grateful.

[highheelssharptongue-deactivate]

"I don’t know. Raspberry, I guess."

She didn’t really eat a lot of pie and she didn’t know why he cared so bloody much. Everyone was usually rushing to get away from her but here he stood, determined to  keep talking to her - about pie of all things.

"Look, why are you even-" being nice to me “-still talking to me? Shouldn’t you run off like every other person who’s afraid of me trashing them in my articles?”

Arms cross over her chest as she glares up at him (being 5’3” isn’t always as great as it could be). Nobody ever just chatted with her - they either needed her, or hated her.  There was no in-between, but he didn’t seem to get it, bloody Hufflepuff. It was normally Hufflepuffs who avoided her the most - why couldn’t he be like the rest of them?

[badgerhearted]

❝Yeah?❞ he replied, sounding surprised, but happily so.       ❝The seeds don't bother you?❞

  Honestly, he couldn't recall ever having met anyone with   raspberry pie as a favorite. And he would have been happy   continuing in the same thread for quite a while, letting the   conversation carry them where it would, if not for her sudden   divergence.

  At her question, he laughed, as if she'd made a lovely joke,   giving her a warm smile and a lazy shrug.

      ❝I don't have any secrets to out, and if you can find one,       I'd love to hear it.❞

  And he did seem utterly unbothered by the suggestion, though   that was perhaps because he found it rather unfathomable for   one person to trash another for no reason-- though even if she   did, he trusted people to give him the benefit of the doubt, as   he would them. As he understood it, yellow journalism was   closer to fiction than anything else, interesting in the moment,   but easily laughed off and forgotten.

[highheelssharptongue-deactivate]

His generally unruffled and cheerful demeanor was putting her off, and Rita was finding it quite unsettling.

"I don’t like the taste of pumpkin. And its so overused in the wizarding world.”

But, she should be thankful for his pie throwing antics, she supposed,  since that bloke and his mates were taking about her. Rita had long since learnt to not let any of that sort of thing affect her, and anyway — she could have taken care of it herself. a few well-placed barbs and they’d have been cowering at her feet.

[badgerhearted]

  As usual, Ted had no idea his presence was having any   negative effect. He lived by the golden rule, and since he   enjoyed bubbly, unfettered optimism, he naturally assumed   that everyone else did, too. Besides, from his point of view,   he was simply being nice, nothing deeper to it.

        ❝What kind of pie do you like, then?❞

  His head tipped ever-so-slightly to one side, with every indi-   cation that he truly, genuinely wanted to know, despite the   mundane nature of the conversation. But Ted very simply   enjoyed the company of others, and casual conversation,   regardless of what it was about. To him, a topic of conver-   sation was far less important than the mood of it, and what   was the point of socializing if not to make one feel happy   and refreshed and not alone? Besides which, he thought it   was important to get to know one's friends, if for no other   reason than to be able to pick out good gifts for them for   the holidays.

[highheelssharptongue-deactivate]

[badgerhearted]; "I threw my pie for you."

"If it was pumpkin pie, it deserved to go."

[badgerhearted]

  He laughed, genuinely amused by her reply, and seeming not at   all distressed by his lack of dessert or her dispassionate response.

      ❝Cherry, actually. What do you have against pumpkin pie?❞

  He hadn’t actually hit anyone with said pie—that would have been   unkind and uncalled for—but he’d hit the bench and splattered pie   distractingly upon the male making crude comments, resulting in a   comical amount of yelling on the part of the cherry-doused student   and his mates, followed by Ted tearing out the Great Hall to avoid   being hexed. Not that he was looking for thanks, but he thought it   might give her a laugh, at the very least.

[narcisx-deactivated20150812]

[badgerhearted]; "You can't choose what fades away and what stays."

badgerhearted

❝         You can try to ignore it until      it becomes irrelevant and you         simply don’t care anymore.Why are you giving me life lessons anyway ? ❞

[badgerhearted]

  He’d been told time and time again, to stay away from   the Black sisters, and time and time again he completely   ignored  the  advice.  Frankly,  he  didn’t  quite  grasp  the   concept of pureblood prejudice, and was sold on the idea   that simply  being nice  and  making friends  would  solve   everyone’s  problem.  (Not  to  mention,  the  Black  sisters   seemed close, and what better way to get in Andromeda’s   good graces that to endear himself to all of them?)

      ❝So, live and let live, the circle of life, yeah?❞

  His undivided attention suggested that she was the most   fascinating person in the world, warm smile evoking the   sense that they were longtime friends.

      ❝—Just something I’ve been thinking about lately.❞

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[mssrlupin]

badgerhearted

"Even the darkest night will end and the sun will rise."

Remus wanted to laugh, honestly he did, but the fact he was currently covered with another wizard’s blood made that seem a poor choice.

He settled for shaking his head as he dropped his cloak on the back of a chair.

          "As often as I am for glaring optimism,             this is a long dark night indeed, Ted." 

[badgerhearted]

Despite the despondent mood that had descended upon them all of late, he found himself more often than not enjoying Remus's company. And, considering he'd always worried that Nymphadora would one day bring home some pierced, tattooed, long-haired terror of a boyfriend (undoubtedly mostly just to shock her mother), the well-mannered werewolf was something of a relief.

    Ted seemed not to notice the blood and dirt, giving a     conciliatory shrug and tipping Remus a crooked smile.

        ❝True, but-- what is it they say?             The sunrise after the longest night is often the most beautiful.❞