edward tonks

hey isn’t that EDWARD TONKS over there? yeah that is HIM, standing there with the other HUFFLEPUFFS. i’m pretty sure they’re in SEVENTH year and i think i heard sybill saying they look like TOM HOLLAND… whoever that is! when she looks into her crystal ball she sees that they’re the HELPING HAND. anyway i’ve heard they’re pretty TRUSTING and EMPATHETIC but kinda IMPRACTICAL and IMPULSIVE too. apparently they’re a MUGGLEBORN but i’m sure that’s not related.

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swearwolfremuslupin‌:

“Oh, I am.” Remus feigned confidence with a playful smirk. He decided not to remind Ted that he was acing his classes because he spent the majority of his free time studying. Unlike most people he knew, attending school was something he had never thought possible and that meant wasting the opportunity simply wasn’t an option. People were always going to judge him, if he wanted a life after Hogwarts, he needed good grades. “Sometimes you need to put other people before yourself, sometimes you aren’t ready to face things. It can be a healthy distraction- or an unhealthy one, I suppose. Is it making you feel worse?” He mused. He hadn’t known Bertram personally and the attack was constantly playing on his mind. He could only imagine how terrible it would be if he had known the boy, how much worse… “Are you ready to start putting yourself first, Ted?” 

“It’s a wonder Dumbledore isn’t knocking on your door every night to ask you for advice,” he continued. “Or is he?” Remus was one of the more dedicated students that Ted knew. And while Ted admired that about the boy, he couldn’t quite bring himself to spend that much time with his nose in the books. He’d started to change that this year, started to work on putting classes above his social life, work on earning a spot in the Ministry instead of just hoping for one. “No, I know. And it’s always been my problem -- indulging myself in other people’s lives and not spending enough time trying to understand my own. It’s not making me feel worse, necessarily. I just know I’m not giving myself enough time to work through my own... stuff. I don’t know. It’s something I’m not really used to.”

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xpoppymorganx‌:

When Ted looked up, Poppy could see the red in his eyes, They were watery. Something was wrong. More wrong than she had realized. This called for more attention.

She put her hands on her thighs and slid down the wall next to Ted. It was after hours but how could she leave him like that? How could she leave anyone like that? She may have been like stone on the outside but that didn’t mean she was heartless. “I’m not the person people like to talk to about personal stuff. I know that but,” she spoke as gently as she could, “I’m here if you’d like to talk. If not, I understand but …I’m willing.”

Of course he’s a prefect. She knew that but even prefects had bad days, though no one would know by looking at Poppy. “We should know better but sometimes we lose track of things,” her voice tightened up a bit but she tried to make a joke, “but we still should follow the rules!” She laughed at herself.

“Really though. Are you okay?”

It wasn’t that Ted didn’t want to be seen crying. He felt like he was a generally vulnerable person, that he cared more about being honest and open with people than making sure that he was put together all the time. But being caught after hours in the corridors, eyes watering and filled with grief, he felt like he was coming across as... anything but himself. As Poppy slid down to sit next to him, he made room for her by scooting over just a bit. “No, it’s not -- I’m just... there’s just been a lot happening, y’know? And I’m trying to... not let it all overwhelm me. And doing a poor job of it too, apparently.” He gave a small shrug. “I’ll be fine. I just have to... sort through my stuff. Find that balance, I guess. What about you? How’re you doing?”

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swearwolfremuslupin‌

“Every point I make is a fair point.” Remus said, leaving no room for argument as he lowered himself down next to Ted. He winced slightly at the familiar pain in his joints, but quickly brushed off his discomfort. “Tell you how I’ve been?” He asked, a frown creasing his brow as he turned his attention away from his friend, staring out at the lake instead. “The same as I’ve always been. I wish I could tell you something interesting has happened but…” He shrugged, leaning back on his hands. “Why don’t you tell me how you’ve been?” 

“Is it? You must be acing your classes right now, then. How does it feel to be the smartest person in the castle?” Ted teased, glad that his friend was now joining him in the grass. Having company was better than sitting alone, and Remus was welcome pretty much any time. “Something’s got to be different, though, right? I mean, if everything was the same all the time, we’d all be stuck in a rut -- and miserable to boot. I’ve been... struggling. Trying to find a way to move forward instead of continuing to think about Bertram, and... putting everyone else’s needs before my own, I’m afraid...”

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swearwolfremuslupin‌:

Remus had initially left the castle without much of a goal. The rest of the Marauders all seemed to be busy and, after an hour of wandering alone, Hogwarts was beginning to feel a little overcrowded. He spotted Ted almost immediately after descending the stone steps that led to the grounds, and headed over to where he was laying, an amused smile on his face. “You didn’t see me because your eyes were closed.” He pointed out, his smile growing at his friend’s words. “Only if you want me to. What are you doing out here?” 

The sounds of the birds chirping, of the still air and the distant chatter of other students was calming. It took Ted’s mind off of the million other things that had been bothering him and allowed him to simply ... be. He couldn’t remember the last time that he felt this way. Maybe that wasn’t such a good thing. Opening his eyes to see Remus’s smiling face, Ted forced himself to smile, too. “You make a fair point, Lupin,” Ted teased. “Of course I want you to sit with me. Who would I be to turn away your company? -- Come on, then. Sit down and tell me how you’ve been.”

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xpoppymorganx‌:

“Listen, I understand you want to be here, but you can’t be,” Poppy said in an understanding tone. “Things haven’t been easy but there’s so much to look forward to.” It wasn’t like Poppy to be sentimental but she was feeling soft and understanding. She wasn’t entirely sure why. 

Maybe it was because of the person in front of her.  Maybe it was their situation.  Maybe they just needed help going the right direction. Maybe she needed someone too.

She didn’t want to see anyone fail. She didn’t want to see them do better than her either, but she would never wish for someone to fall down and not get back up.

“Come on,” Poppy reached out her hand. “Let’s go somewhere we’re allowed to be.”

Ted wasn’t sure why he was caught in such a rut. He had been fine just yesterday. He’d been fine that morning. But somehow, for some reason, the second that he sat down by himself, his mind started reeling, started taking his thoughts into directions that he otherwise tried to force them to steer clear from. It wasn’t until Poppy spoke up that he even realized that he’d been tearing up. “No, I --” Ted got up from his spot, brushing himself off. “I didn’t realize what time it was, sorry. It’s been...  I’m a prefect. I should know better. I’m sorry, Poppy.”

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remingtonleroux‌:

“jesus christ, doesn’t it ever get tiring being right all the time?” remington teased through his snickering. truthfully, remington cared far less about choosing between good and evil than he should. he still felt a divide between himself and the magical world. like they were only allowing to be a part of it for so long. when it came down to it, he knew his choice would depend on his loyalties with his friends. still, the boggart bothered him. he’d never considered anyone truly ‘bad’ until he’d faced it. “yeah, makes a lot more sense anyway. sorry, i’m just being dramatic.  guess they might’ve gotten around to the life lesson if i hadn’t made my usual scene.”

Ted gave a small smirk at the boy’s response. “It’s a tough job, and quite the burden -- but someone’s got to bear it, and it might as well be me. I wouldn’t want anyone else suffering with all that pressure.” It was a change from Ted’s typical humility, but he figured that some humor was in order. “Don’t apologize. You have every right to be dramatic, especially when something’s scared you like that. Do you want to do something to take your mind off it? Or do you wanna talk about it a bit more? Either’s fine with me, but... it’s up to you.”

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xenolvgood‌:

xenophilius didn’t realize how quickly time had passed and missed out on breakfast. he probably wouldn’t have realized at all if his stomach didn’t start grumbling like a hungry beast. so xeno headed towards the kitchens to hopefully sneak in and grab a snack, when suddenly he saw a familiar face there. “oh, hey tonks. you know what they say – great minds think alike.” a smile emerged on his face as he grabbed a piece of pie. he couldn’t help but notice the bag on ted’s lap. “is that a camera? my mum had one - she tried to capture ghosts on it. she says they appear on pictures as spheres, not actual silhouettes. apparently ghosts in the muggle world are a bit different than the ones we’ve got here.”

The voice made Ted perk up a bit, glad to have someone else’s company in the kitchens. “What can I say? Only the best people get hungry between breakfast and lunch,” he noted, taking another bite out of the roll before putting it down on the napkin in front of him. At Xeno’s question, Ted glanced down, as if he’d forgotten for a brief moment that his camera was even there. “Oh, this? Yes! It’s a Polaroid -- I got it right in the beginning of summer. I’ve never heard that about ghosts, though. Are you sure people aren’t just catching light flares or something? I mean, I might’ve believed it before I got to Hogwarts, but... you’ve seen ghosts. We know what they look like.”

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scvmndr‌:

she turned to smile but it disappeared quickly with his request, even if it was a joke. “that would be much funnier if i hadn’t lost so many fake friends who only got close to me in order to ask about my grandparents.” she deadpanned.

As soon as Eliza replied, Ted’s goofy grin dropped straight off his face. “I -- no, that wasn’t what I meant. I mean, I was just trying to turn the tables on you. Y’know, ask for your autograph because I don’t want your grandparents’... and now I sound either really creepy or really stupid, and... sorry.”

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rufus-scrimgexur‌:

“I’m sorry. I know you were talking and I swear, I saw your lips move and heard the words but my mind just didn’t…” he cringed, clicking his fingers at the side of his head, to indicate that his mind had completely failed to register the words that had been spoken to him. “I have no idea what you just said, again, I apologise. Could you repeat that?”

Ted frowned. He’d been halfway through going through his thought process regarding plans for the holiday break, and it seemed that Rufus hadn’t been paying attention to any of it. “I was trying to get your opinion on whether or not I should go home. -- My parents would love it. They’re dying to have me home any chance that they can get. But my sisters wouldn’t be home, and I don’t know if it’s worth it if they won’t be there. I suppose it doesn’t really matter, but... it’s my last real break, you know?”

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bvmblebcnes‌:

it  was  saturday  morning  and  for  once  beatrice  had  slept  in ,  actually  slept  in !  not  waking  up  at  the  crack  of  dawn  and  staying  under  her  duvet  for  hours  until  she  dragged  herself  from  bed .  but  in  the  process  she’d  missed  breakfast  and  so  a  quick  trip  down  the corridor  to  the  kitchens  was  in  order .  it  seems she  wasn’t  the  only  one  in  search  of  a  mid - morning  snack .  “  great minds think alike ted ?  ”  she  asked  with  a  laugh  as  she  grabbed  a  roll  of  her  own  “  what  this  for  you ?  second  breakfast ?  elevenses ?  ”

The business of the kitchens was somehow calming. It was the kind of chaos that existed every day, the necessary kind that kept the castle moving, even when it seemed like everything else was falling apart. Somehow, it stilled Ted’s mind, helping him move on from the awful thoughts that’d been swimming in his head otherwise. Hearing Beatrice’s voice, he looked up, a grin appearing on his face almost immediately. “I’m no hobbit, Bea,” he teased in return before taking another bite out of the roll. “But if I was, this would definitely be elevenses. What about you?”

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milomckinnon‌:

milo had been determined to focus on his homework, however, the grumbling of his stomach was way too distracting. he’d just grab a meal from the kitchens and focus on studying later – that’s what he kept telling himself though the boy knew himself too well. he’d get something to eat and end up doing something else afterwards, ignoring his homework. milo had just sneaked into the kitchens when he saw a familiar face. approaching ted, who was obviously enjoying his baked roll, the gryffindor couldn’t help but smile. “looks like i’m not the only one stealing food.”

The bread was soft and warm, perfect for a midday snack. Ted felt comfortable in the kitchens, both because of how much time he spent there and because the house elfs never seemed to mind having him around. Or, rather, if they did, they never said much about it... save for the one or two that were perpetually in bad moods. As Milo approached, Ted waved, the half-eaten roll still in his hand. “It isn’t stealing if you ask politely, is it? Because if it is, I’ve been stealing longer than I thought. -- does that make me a criminal?”

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Ted was in his happy place. There was a freshly baked roll in one of Ted’s hands and his camera bag sat on the counter top in front of him. The kitchens were always busy in some way. House elfs scurried about, cooking and preparing for the next meal. Students even came in and out, hoping to sneak away some bit of food, knowing that it was best right after being cooked... not necessarily during mealtime. He was contemplating whether or not he should go out to take some pictures throughout the castle; the past few weeks, he’d lost his muse, his inspiration to get out there and try to get a good shot. Today was just as good as any. Now he just had to get off of his rear end and go exploring... after he finished his roll.

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scvmndr‌:

she quickly tried to put physical distance between herself and the second year who’d nearly bowled her over in their excitement. “yep, that scamander. sorry no, i won’t ask him to sign your copy.” she was visibly uncomfortable but the boy was just a child and she couldn’t bring herself to be even more rude.

Ted watched the second year turn away, seemingly frustrated by the fact that Eliza hadn’t gotten someone to sign his book. In some ways, it was amusing. At the same time, however, he couldn’t help but feel sorry for Eliza -- she must’ve been asked about signing something or other at least twelve times a day. “That’s gotta get annoying,” he offered, trying to offer some form of condolences. “Would I have more luck if I asked you to sign something for me?”

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marmckinncn‌:

“i’m not okay, so no one talk to me.” marlene announced as she was walking down the hallway and saw someone about to approach her. though this didn’t have the desired effect as she was actually left alone. didn’t people know at this point that she was just being dramatic? “hello – you didn’t even ask me what’s wrong!” 

Ted’s brow furrowed as he tried to make sure he understood what Marlene wanted. “So I’m not supposed to talk to you... but you want me to ask you what’s wrong?” There was a tentativeness in his tone, an uncertainty regarding whether or not he should even ask for clarity in the first place. “What’s, uh -- what’s wrong?”

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remingtonleroux‌:

remington drew his lip between his teeth, nodding as ted spoke. it didn’t really seem up to him, he never felt as though he had any control in the events of his life. like he was born void of agency. sometimes even his own behaviour. with the threat of war now looming over their shoulders, he was even more afraid of what he could do. “what if it was though?” he asked quietly. his mother had told him his father was a bad man, evil was the word she used. what if he had that darkness somewhere inside him. “it’s not as if we’re ever going to encounter the exact manifestation of our biggest fear anyway. what psychopath came across a boggart and thought ‘fuck yeah, let’s make kids defeat these’” he laughed.

Even though Ted didn’t have an answer, that wasn’t going to stop him from trying to give one. “If it was, then it’s only a matter of time, isn’t it? We can either choose to believe that there’s nothing we can do to change who we are or what we become, or we can choose to believe that we can try and hope that we’re making a difference by doing so. I won’t make you choose one over the other, but I will tell you that choosing to believe in free will -- or at least to try believing in it -- makes the world a little bit easier to live in.” He shrugged. “I don’t know. Maybe it was an attempt to teach us resiliency -- or that we’re stronger than the things we think will hurt us most. I feel like there’s some bigger life lesson there, but they never really got around to actually teaching that.”

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remingtonleroux‌:

he could almost see ted’s thought process, how everything registered and settled within him before he spoke. it made remington feel queasy, how easily he’d opened up to ted when he hadn’t alotted himself anytime to analyse the situation independently. “yeah. me.” he confirmed, twisting the ring on his finger in an attempt to expel some of the nervous energy he’d conducted. “wasn’t much fun, no.” he smiled darkly “it’s stupid. being forced to display your biggest fear in front of other kids. everyone started yelling and i couldn’t even move.” 

He knew that he needed to come up with an answer -- something that would appease Ted, if not Remington himself. But if there were right words to say in this moment, he was having trouble finding them. He couldn’t think of anything that would make the situation better. “I suppose the most important thing to remember is that while the boggart looked like you, it wasn’t you. It’s what you could’ve been, what anyone could have become, if put in certain situations and treated a certain way. But it’s not who you are, and you’re conscious of that, and now it’s just up to you to choose not to become that person...” It didn’t seem as satisfactory as Ted might’ve hoped. “It does seem cruel, doesn’t it? Making students show their fears in front of everyone they know? I never really understood why they do it that way...”

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Ted stretched out as he sat by the lake, trying to make himself comfortable in the scratchy grass. It felt good to be outside -- especially after spending so much time cooped up in the castle. And it felt good to be alone, too. Ted Tonks wasn’t the kind of person who enjoyed being alone, per se. He was definitely extroverted, the type to want to be around people as much as he possibly could. But considering how the past few days had gone... sometimes it was nice to have some personal space and just breathe. He laid back, resting his head against the ground. For once, everything just felt... still. Closing his eyes, Ted took a deep breath, opening them to find someone standing over him. “What? -- Oh, sorry, didn’t see you before. Did you, uh, wanna sit?”

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