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“It’s not a crime, but certainly frowned upon.” Another shrug, but this time Remus allowed a smile to bloom. “Again, you’re lucky it’s me; I’m not going to nag about the downfalls of smoking.”
He lifted his own shoulders in a shrug to mirror Remus’, smirk still intact. “Everyone has their vices. Smoking isn’t the worst of them all,” he said. “Do you smoke? Or do you have a worse vice?”
With a horrid attempt of trying to hide a smile, Remus shrugged. “All I’m saying is that you’re incredibly lucky I was the Prefect who saw you.”
Ted pressed his lit cigarette against the courtyard’s pillar, extinguishing its flames, wearing a smirk before turning to face Remus. “Now, Remus, smoking outdoors isn’t a crime, is it?”
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“Now, that’s quitter talk, Tonks. Don’t tell me that your old man bones can’t handle quidditch anymore. You’ll make Vanity cry if she hears that.”
“Well, kid, these old man bones can probably handle it more than you can. Besides, since when did you care about Vanity’s feelings?”
she approached them hesitantly, considering running away with every step. “i’m sorry to bother you. but you have a rip in your pants, did you know?”
He glanced down, noticing the huge rip on his left thigh for the first time. “Ah, shite,” Ted cursed under his breath, before looking up. “Well, thanks for telling me, I guess. That was quite embarrassing, but thanks.”
“It’s the most affectionate nickname I can give you, Ted. Unlike Danny Boy—it makes me sound fucking ten!” Grabbing a seat next to him, he gave a once over at the material and took out his own piece of parchment, half of it filled with what could hopefully be a decent essay. “At any rate, you’re on the right track, you just have to delete…. two paragraphs. Better than mine, at least.”
“Well, some news for you, Danny Boy, fuckin’ Teddy Bear makes me sound like I’m a five year old kid that you can cuddle with. Which, as you can see, I’m not.” Nonetheless, he scooted over a little so Danny could join him on the desk. He peered at his friend’s parchment, then looked back at his. He frowned. “Would cutting it out give me a better mark? But this was the required length, and there’s not much more to write on this, is there? Let me take a look at yours.”
“I’d like to graduate at the very least, so I can get the hell out of this godforsaken castle.” Honestly, why wasn’t she sent to Beauxbatons? “Of course I do.” She rolled her eyes. She didn’t miss the patronizing tone, but Tonks only knew of her what she showed the world: a superficial, pretty doll of a girl. “And I know more about it than you. Count yourself lucky you won’t be making something explode today.”
“I figured your parents would somehow get you out of this school no matter what you results are,” Ted responded, lifting his shoulders in a shrug — still not sparing the Nott girl a glance. People like her, no matter how smart or stupid they were, were a thousand times more privileged than he could ever be. How they did in school would hardly affect their lives, except maybe their reputations. He continued, his voice dripping with sarcasm, “That’s great for me, Nott. How lucky I am to have a brilliant Potions partner today. I’m sure half the class would willingly take my place.”
“And I pride myself on it. A mere broken nose won’t teach the trash not to be trash anymore. ‘Sides, the longer they’re stuck in the infirmary the less opportunity they have to terrorise Hogwarts. What a bonus!” She grinned. “Hush now, Teds, you like us exactly the way we are. We make life interesting.”
“Violet tendencies, my dear Ara, won’t get you far in life,” he retorted, though there was no hint of chiding in his tone. He knew well enough that this was who his friend was — a wild girl who wouldn’t hesitate to swing her fist. “I don’t think you really can teach trash in the first place. Once trash, always trash. Just let them be. Or make them scared of you, I guess, if that’s what you insist on doing.” He returned her grin with one of his own. “Interesting might not be the word I’d use. Amusing, maybe, but not particularly interesting. Who you and Dira punch don’t really affect me either way.”
“That’s quitter talk. And I don’t hang out with quitters so you better cut that out right now.”
He looked up at Lily’s voice, giving her a mock salute. “Aye, Miss Head Girl. Wouldn’t wanna disappoint you and have you take points off Slytherin for being a quitter, would I?” he teased. “Or have you shy away from me, I suppose.”
“Do you spend all your time keeping your friends from getting into fights so you never have any time for homework?” Emma raised a brow. “If you need to leave practise early to catch up on your sleep, do it. You’re no use here if you aren’t functioning properly. Otherwise, try again.”
Ted paused, throwing the Quaffle at the team captain. “Assuming things aren’t we, Captain? One, nowhere did I say anything about my friends, and by all means, if they want to get into fights, it’s not my job to stop them. I’m their friend, not their father. And two, I never said I wasn’t functioning properly. I needed to catch my breath. There’s a difference between those two, no?”
“Ted Tonks, giving up already? I expected better. Don’t make me rethink my decision to let you on the team.”
“I wasn’t giving up, Vanity. But could you blame a bloke who hasn’t had enough sleep — due to schoolwork, mind you, I wasn’t purposely pulling off a late night for fun — on needing to catch his breath?”
And now she’s laughing. “The only time you’re sensible is when you’re talking all that philosophy bullshit! Trust me, I already wore his ego down enough, but the boy would not just let up. Why don’t boys know what fuck off means? It’s just two, simple words.”
He had to crack a grin when the girl started laughing, but he waved his arm as if to dismiss her comment anyway. “You underestimate me, Patil. I’m more sensible than half of Hogwarts put together. But hey, I’m a boy and I understand what that means. Some blokes just don’t know what personal space is. You could always tell them you have a boyfriend. Sometimes that gets them to back up. Sometimes, but if they don’t then you hex them.”
“Hufflepuffs are submissive and I’m a Death Eater. My arse. The next person who insults Hufflepuff can reconsider their position in the infirmary with a black eye and a broken nose.”
“You’re twice as bad as Indira is. If not thrice as bad — at least she only got the arsehole she hexed whining about a broken nose. You, on the other hand, you’d get them lying helpless with both a black eye and a broken nose.” He mocked a dramatic sigh. “When will I actually be friends with people who know how to sit their arses down?”
“The feeling’s mutual, but shockingly enough, I’d actually like to pass. So pass the boomslang and root of aconite before I really make this impossible for you.”
He handed Persephone the ingredients she asked for without bothering to spare her even a glance. “I’m shocked, Nott. Who knew that the likes of you needed to pass for a bright future? But for the record, I wasn’t talking about your vain arse. I was referring to the potion itself, which I’m sure you know all about, don’t you?”
“Who said I used my fists? Why are you jumping to conclusions? Honestly. For all you know, it could’ve been a well-placed jinx. And I didn’t really break his nose. He’s just whiny.”
“Physical violence is still physical violence no matter how you did it. Besides, his ego would probably be more wounded if you shot him down with insults rather than try break his nose. This is why you need me around — I’m more sensible.”
“Mostly done, teddy bear. Just the Transfiguration homework I’ve got left.” He gave a huff of irritation at the thought of dealing with his worst subject, but let his mind focus back onto happier things. “Maybe I could help you with your Charms homework—Lord knows it’s the only thing I’m good at.”
“Next time you call me that I’m not answering you until you call me by my name, Daniel. It’s not hard to spell.” He glanced at the parchment sitting in front of him. “Please do. Any help with this essay would be appreciated. And I could maybe take a look at your Transfiguration homework in exchange. What do you say, Danny Boy?”
“Poor Teddy bear. Mountain of homework got you down?”
“I’m not a teddy bear, Walker. Watch it.” The words were said with a grin tugging on the corners of his lips, though. “’S mostly this Charms essay. And the Arithmancy homework. Got yours done?”
