andromeda paced back and forth in the empty classroom, jaw taut and shoulders thrown back in elegant agitation. the note attached to the carnations she’d received was clenched crumpled in her hand. things are not what they seem, and neither are you. what was it supposed to mean? who could have sent it? the only possible culprit she could think of was ted tonks. it didn’t seem like his style, but then again, she hardly knew him, really. there had been that one time, that one chance encounter … a mistake, it had been a stupid mistake, born out of anger and restlessness and that stupid yearning to be something other than what everyone always expected from her. and now it was coming back to haunt her.Â
she heard the door open behind her and she whirled, eyes landing on ted. before he had the chance to say anything, her feet were carrying her furiously towards him and she was fumbling with the note, opening it and shoving it towards him. “ — was this – was this YOU? ” she demanded, trying to mask her fear, but her flared nostrils and white-knuckled grasp on the paper betrayed her normally calm composure. “ — this isn’t funny, tonks. this is … this is BULLSHIT. ” // @edtvnks
of all people to call him to a secret rendezvous in an empty classroom, andromeda black was the last person ted expected. well, perhaps she made the most sense, but her demeanor towards him since the night they spent together had been cold enough to justify his skepticism. when she had approached him in the hallway she had seemed oddly tense, but like always left no room for him to ask questions. no room for anyone to stop and see them interacting--- see her talking to him. it seemed people were always excluding him into his own category, even if he wasn’t the only muggleborn in the castle. it was just him that needed to be focused on and cast out. maybe it was because he wasn’t very good at most subjects, despite his six years of dedication to magic. maybe it was the fact that the blacks, the harshest towards muggleborns, seemed to have it out for him the most. whatever it was, it weighed on him. and if meeting with andromeda in secret was the only way she could feel secure in meeting at all, he had to take it.Â
his short locks stood out in unkempt tufts, a result of his tugging at it throughout the remainder of his divination lecture. his robes, hardly reaching his ankles, hung loosely on his shoulders, and his tie crookedly poked out from under his sweater. his appearance was that of a man drowning in anxieties, all about what was waiting for him with andromeda. rushing through the halls helped nothing, and only angered the students that were calm enough to walk at an appropriate pace. excitement buzzed under ted’s skin, though he knew the reason behind this summoning could very well be something terrible. still, he felt the need to keep his own hope ups. if he didn’t, he probably wouldn’t have gone at all.Â
he hesitated just outside the door once he reached it, his hand hovering over the doorknob. he felt that stepping inside could mean either the make or break of his chances with the slytherin. taking in a shaky breath, his grip on both his bag strap and the knob simultaneously tightened and he stepped in. before he could take even a second breath, he was pushed back against the door. it closed behind him. puzzled golden eyes struggled to focus on the wording of the paper in front of him, but the girl behind it did’t escape his gaze. she looked angry, no, furious. he took the note from her hands and slid out from between her and the door, putting a safe enough distance between himself and the terrifyingly angry girl. his eyes quickly scanned the paper as he stepped away, and a sense of dread sent chills up his arms and down his spine. for what reason, he had no clue. he didn’t know andromeda very well, but whoever sent the note seemed to have the idea that they did. and a threat was their best way of making it known.Â
he flipped around, letting his book bag slide off of his shoulder and onto one of the various desks. leaning back to partially sit on the desk, he continued to stare at the note, as if repeatedly reading it would give it any more sense. the accusation from andromeda almost completely left his mind until he glanced up and saw her still standing there. “this...?” he held the note out, his hand slightly shaking. the confusion about the wording and the sudden attack had only made the boy even more anxious. “this isn’t funny,” he agreed, his brow furrowing in slight indignation. “i didn’t send this. who do you think i am, andromeda?”