ok fair

will i DIM the lights inside me just to SATISFY someone? will i let this woman KILL me, or do away with JEALOUS love? will it wash out in the water, or is it always in the blood?

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andromvedas‌:

andromeda black && ted tonks

if anyone knew andromeda black, they knew that she was fascinated with all things muggle and magical alike. The opportunity to go to another Wizarding school and another country had been practically unheard of until now. “Ted, Ted, Ted!” She grinned, running up to him. “Are you excited? About the trip to Beauxbatons?” She paused briefly for a moment before speaking once more. “Do you think they’ll let us go see more of France? Like who knows where the school actually is - but do you think they’ll let us go to actual Paris? Or Disneyland? I wanna go see Mickey Mouse!” If anybody would ask Andy if she’d had too much coffee that morning, she would have strongly denied it, but the two cups of coffee she’d drank at breakfast had started to work their magic. 

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if there was one thing that would never fail to make ted tonks drop whatever it was he was doing, it would absolutely be the sound of andromeda black approaching him. so, the moment that he heard her calling his name from behind him, he graciously exited the conversation he’d been engaged in with a group of hufflepuff boys previously and allowed them to walk ahead, stilling for a moment to give andromeda time to catch up to him. “andy, andy, andy!” he responded, only mocking her a little bit—and in the kindest way possible, of course. he should have known that her excitement was rooted in their upcoming trip, not that he could blame her. he was just as thrilled at the venture as anyone else. “of course i am! more excited now that i know you’re going.” he responded, bumping his shoulder against hers in a playful manner. he blinked a few times, trying to keep up with the pace of her words but predominantly failing. he at least thought he’d gotten the important bits, though. “i hope they’ll let us explore and be proper tourists. i’ve always wanted to see paris, mum and dad could ever afford big vacations like that, though. and the girls would be so excited if i sent them back souvenirs.”

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@bellatrix-blvck !!

“don’t go in there!” ted warned as bellatrix black breezed past him, about to enter a room that he’d only narrowly managed to escape moments before. it had been an instinct, but he quickly remembered that bellatrix would hex him without a second thought for trying to tell her what to do and tried to recover before she could. “er. i mean, i wouldn’t... if i were you. peeves is back at it again.”

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ofhailmarys‌:

tears glisten in her eyes as he pulls away again and she takes a deep breath. her brow furrows and she keeps shaking her head at him, “t-teddy… you’re not a fling. you’re… i told you, this isn’t just a one off thing for me.” she shivers when he grips onto her hips even harder now. tears roll down her cheeks and she chuckles, “you’re my b-best friend, too, okay? i’ve known you my whole life and i wouldn’t do that to you.” mary’s face feels like it’s on fire and she rests their foreheads together again. “it goes far beyond physical for me, teddy. i just needed to hear it did for you, too. this isn’t just a friends with benefits sort of deal. you… you’re worth more than that. that just sounds ch-cheap.” mary bites into her lip before brushing her thumb over his and she leans in to kiss it as gently as she can. her gaze meets his and she smiles through her glassy gaze. “i know you and you know me… better than anyone. – don’t tell lily i said that,” she laughs softly and she hides her face in the crook of his neck for just a moment before she’s sat up again and moves out of his lap. grabbing her wand, she dims the lamps in the room and no one’s going to want to come into a dark classroom that’s already locked up. turning, she mumbles a spell and focuses on two of the stools and watched as they made a little bed like structure for them. mary looked over her shoulder at teddy and gives him a bashful smile. her free hand pulls on his and she leans up on her tiptoes to press a kiss to his lips. her wand falls onto the table and she wraps both of her arms around his neck. “please, teddy…” she whispers against his lips.

ted resists the urge to lurch forward after her when she pulls away with him, hearing her begin to murmur spells and knowing they’re for him. instead, he uses the opportunity to take her in, to take all of this in. his gaze travels her form self-indulgently, and ted is positive that there isn’t enough time in the world for the extent to which he wants to map out every plane of her existence. but he’ll try. he lets mary pull him up and out of the chair, closing the distance between them inches at a time as she wraps her arms around his neck. he’s not used to the sound of mary begging for anything, even slightly, but it’s music to his ears. he’s tired of waiting and tired of moving slowly now, he’s sure of it. she’s told him everything he needed to hear, melted away all the trembles of doubt and uncertainty in him, and now there’s nothing he would rather do than THIS. “mary.” he exhaled against her lips, watching her with hungry eyes for a moment before his hands are at her waist once more, tugging her flush against him to remove any of the distance the distance that previously existed between them. he’s melting into her, lips moving in a slow and decisive manner as they drink her in. 

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ofhailmarys‌:

she sits up a little straighter and she can feel her vision blur because maybe this was one big mistake and she’s making a huge fool of herself. he’s now trying to reassure her? she inhales sharply when she sees him watching her so carefully and she shivers, feeling his thumbs pressing and circling her hips. and then it hits her a little. her lips part for a moment and she just sinks back against the table. “it isn’t you? or… it isn’t something you think is right? i mean, it’s not like it’s a new thing, teddy. people do it all of the time. you remember last summer? at that house party at brian’s? i mean… i might have had sex with him in his bathroom. it just happens, teddy.” and then her eyes widen. “not that this is like that AT ALL. this is not just that time we shagged in the potions classroom. this means a lot more to me than that. this means…” she’s breathless, trying to figure out how to explain it to him without sounding ever so tactless. “this is something i WANT more than anything. with you. not with anyone else. not with brian. that was my first time and that… this is you.” her hands cup his face and she crashes their lips together. mary wraps her arms around his neck and she brings him as close as possible. “i promise this isn’t just a one… time thing. as long as you feel the… the same way.” mary’s eyes burn and she rests their foreheads together. “i just want you, teddy. i need you. hell, we can even transfigure a stool into a bloody cot of some sort so it’s a bed. i just don’t want to spend anymore time waiting. i just want you and it can happen… again and again. and…” she just shrugs before she’s kissing him over and over, trying to whisper to him how much she wants HIM and only him.

for a moment, he’s considering it. he’s thinking of all the possibilities that could be them doing this here and now, and having it not fuck up everything. but then she’s talking about brian and—brian? the party? his stomach lurches because he knows exactly what she’s talking about. he remembers going to that party with her at his side and leaving alone. he remembers the way it felt when he watched her disappear, attached to brian’s hand. she hadn’t realized that they’d slept together but... oh. it makes sense. before he can stop himself, his brain is all too vividly imagining her with brian, and then her with every other guy she might have been with since then. suddenly, he doesn’t feel so confident anymore. his heart is pounding nervously, the blood rushing to his ears making it difficult to hear what  she’s saying, but he forces himself to listen when she has her hands on his face and her lips against his. her words are meant to be reassuring, but he can’t stomach the thought of being a hook up to her. “mary, i... i can’t be a fling. i can’t be a friend with benefits, even. i can’t do this and then force myself not to want you... all of you.” his hands are still on her hips but they’re grasping harder now, a silent plea. “you’re my best friend. you’re everything and i care about you... so much. and if this doesn’t go beyond something physical for you, then i can’t... i can’t.”

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ofhailmarys‌:

she leans forward and she shivers when she can feel his hands everywhere. they have her trembling… but it was a good tremble this time. it wasn’t like before. her arms wrap around his neck as she deepens his kiss and she gasps into his mouth. her back arches as his hands slip beneath her skirt once more and she tilts her head back with a whine of his name. it feels like a flash before he’s pulling away and she furrows her brow when he says her name. did he want to stop? her lips part to ask him just that, but he’s simply smoothing her hair back and his mouth is on her throat now. her mouth falls open with a gasp as she squirms in his lap and she’s aching for him. mary finally listens to his words and she looks around, pulling away from him. for just a moment. her heart is pounding and she looks down at him, his hair is wild and his skin is just as flushed as hers is. “y-yes…” she nods her head at him and looks confused. “he’s not coming back, t-teddy. and it’s almost… supper,” she whispers and she brushes some hair from her eyes before she rubs the back of her neck. “are… we can just dim the lights. it’s a dark classroom as it is – there’s not a whole lot of space otherwise…” mary blushes and swallows thickly. she wanted this special, too, but they were at school and getting into each other’s beds was difficult enough. “what’s wrong, teddy? are you sure you wanna do this?” she’s breathless and runs her fingers through her unruly curls.

the amount of restraint that ted is displaying at the moment honestly impresses him. had anyone told him at any point in his life that would be here, with mary macdonald in his lap, and having enough self control to actually think through his actions, he really wouldn’t have believed it. he’s trying to find the words to explain his hesitancy, but then she’s asking if he’s  sure he wants to do this and—no, no, no. he would rather look death straight in the eye that let mary believe for a second that he’s unsure about her. that’s not the problem. “no! i mean, yes, i’m sure. i just—” he falters, still trying to grasp the words he needs. he what? he wants to take her back to his dorm? wants to see the way she looks with her curls fanning over his pillowcase? wants the smell of her to linger on his blankets? “this isn’t how i pictured it.” he finally settles on saying, hands finding her waist and rubbing small circles into her hips with his thumbs. “this... shagging in public.... it isn’t...” he’s struggling for words again, so he resolves to finishing the statement with an eloquent shrug, eyes finding hers and hoping that she understands what he’s trying to convey. 

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ofhailmarys‌:

she’s trying to wipe away what she can as he speaks and she inhales sharply once more, “ – teddy, there was nothin’ y-you could do about it. it was late,” she rasps and she feels her body tremble as she begins to think about just what happened that night. she doesn’t remember the spells that were used, but they were bad. and she was bloodied and bruised for weeks. “i know ‘m not invincible, don’t be silly.” her voice is soft, but she can hardly breathe. he’s suddenly telling her to stop talking about the potion and then his mouth is on hers. it’s like a shock of electricity and absolutely everything she’s ever needed in a moment with teddy. her arms wrap around his neck and she whines against his lips. she pulls away for just a moment to look up into his eyes and then she doesn’t wait much longer before she’s leaning in to crash their lips together once more. her fingers fumble with the buttons of his shirt and she drops her hands to the belt of his trousers. the potion was forgotten and teddy wasn’t. her fingers tangle in his hair and she shifts to push him down into his chair and she climbs up into his lap, straddling his thighs. her skirt rides up her thighs and she deepens the kiss - this was a long time coming. this was such a long time coming and all she wanted to feel was him. “t-teddy…” she whispers and presses her frame flush against his. “are…i just – “ mary shakes her head and she kisses him once more as her hand plays with his belt again.

mary has easily always been the most consuming person ted has ever known. when she walks into a room, he can’t help but stare. when she tells a story, there’s nothing that will tear his attention away from it. she’s always had the ability to have him hanging on her every word and every motion, and if he had known how intensely that sensation translated to kissing her... he wouldn’t have waited so long. his hands are everywhere—tangling in her hair, trailing down her back, tugging at her hips, wherever they need to be to keep her as close to him as physically possible. he’s so wrapped up in everything that she is, it isn’t his hands are pushing their way beneath her skirt for the second time that day and she’s  undoing his belt that he remembers they’re in the fucking potions classroom and the door that mary locked would do nothing to keep slughorn—or mcgonagall, or any professor, for that matter—from walking in on them. he’s waited too long for this to let it be interrupted or cut short by a professor, and even though he’s certain it would be well worth however many detentions it got him, he forces himself to break away from her for a moment. “mary.” it comes out as a cross between a whisper and a groan, and he has to physically remove his hands from her thighs to form rational thoughts. instead he settles on smoothing her hair away from her face, pressing his lips against her neck because he just can’t help himself. “i want this—i want you—but... in our potions classroom?”

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ofhailmarys‌:

she watches the way his demeanour changes and it’s not as playful as it had been. the whole conversation changed and she grips onto the edge of the desk as he gets up and moves in front of her. mary’s eyes burn and she can feel the corners of her vision blur for a moment as his words sink in. she watches him set the cauldron aside and then her gaze is back on his. mary’s sure she can feel her heartbeat in her stomach and she leans forward. her lips part for a moment as he continues and she reaches for his hips to pull him between her thighs. her forehead rests against his and she closes her eyes. swallowing thickly, she just chalks this up to how long they’ve known one another, but… it wasn’t. “n-nothing’s going to happen to me, teddy. you know that. i’ll kick anyone’s arse, i’ll kick v-voldemort’s arse.” tears suddenly begin to roll down her cheeks and she chuckles. “… what the fuck,” she whispers and wipes at her cheeks. “you’re so stupid. i’m not going anywhere ‘n nothing is going to happen to me, teddy. why’re you…?” mary inhales sharply when she realises how close they truly are. her skin is flushed and she rests her forehead against his jaw. “this escalated so quickly,” mary actually finds herself giggling and she hides her face in his chest. “and the potion…”

ted lets out a breathy laugh when mary pulls him in by the hips, but he isn’t surprised. arguably, there’s nothing more like mary for her to do in that moment. even as her eyes close, he continues to watch her. he’s known mary for twelve years, he knows her like the back of his own hand by now and he knows that she isn’t an emotional person. in fact, he’s pretty sure that he can count all of the times he’s ever seen mary macdonald cry—including right now—on one hand. he’s so unfamiliar with the sight that he doesn’t know what to say, unable to do anything but take her face between his hands and wipe away stray tears with his thumbs. “i know, mare. if there’s anyone that could do some serious damage on him, it’s you, but... you’re not invincible and it’s dangerous out there for people like us. i’ve already failed to protect you from those fucked up blood elitists once, i’m not letting them get you again.” his words are somehow forceful and soft all at once, and the proximity between them is becoming more and more noticeable with every passing second—but then mary is pulling away from him, burying her face in his shirt, and... and he’s already let so many moments where he could have kissed mary—wanted to kiss mary—slip away, waiting for the right time, the only thing he knows right now is that this will not be another one of those moments. this is the right time. “jesus, would you shut up about the sodding potion already?” his hands are on her cheeks again, pulling her face back up to his and finally, after nearly a lifetime of waiting, he kisses her.

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ofhailmarys‌:

“yes, we’re going to leave evans alone. it’s not poor evans. she’s stronger than that.” she chews on her lower lip and glances over at him. “oh jesus.” a sigh escapes her and she rubs at her eyes. “we’re all so fucked up. this war is going to chew us all up and spit us all out and it’ll start with the kids like alecto and severus and rodolphus. if we think they’re sadistic arseholes now? just wait until we’re out of school.” mary rolls her eyes and she cans her head to the side, “well, something’s gotta push him to finally do something about lily. i’ll even tackle him one day and tell him to stop being a dickhead about it. lily doesn’t need the cat and mouse bullshit. it may work for some people, but lily’s better than that.” she furrows her brow as she continues to fix up the potion and she puts in the syrup, adjusts the temperature, and allows it to simmer again. he tosses a piece of paper at her and she tosses it back in his direction. “there are people i don’t speak to.” mary flips him the bird and she hops up onto the table, crossing her legs while she waits to do the next steps for the draught of peace. she reaches forward and flicks his temple before she locks her ankles together and kicks her legs back and forth. “i can’t exactly name people off that i haven’t spoken to.” she raises her eyebrows and looks over her shoulder at the cauldron. reaching over, she grabs onto the porcupine quills and shakes them the way the instructions say to. “you can add these until the potion turns red. and then you stir it until it turns orange.” mary smiles up at him and swallows thickly.

“take it easy on me, macdonald. i’m being compassionate, not patronizing.” ted raised his hands in defense, lifting an eyebrow at her. he knew how deep mary’s love for lily ran—anyone who knew mary knew that—but the last thing he wanted was for her to think he was being callous towards the redhead. the mention of the impending war made ted visibly stiffen, especially at the reminder that mary fully intended to be on the front lines. he was planning on joining the order, too, of course, but as a healer not a soldier. just the possibility of anything happening to mary made his stomach twist and made him see red. that was a common theme in ted’s life, it seemed. back in fifth year, he’d felt the same way when he’d learned about her attack. ted was not a violent person by any means, but he had served two weeks of detention for breaking mulciber’s nose the next day. he stood from where he was sitting, walking over to stand directly in front of mary. he opened his mouth, but closed it again without saying anything, chewing on his lip instead as he tried to gather his thoughts. “i know you want to be a hero, mary... but you have to be careful out there.” he finally spoke, voice softer than it had been in at any point in the conversation so far. he averted his gaze for a moment, reaching to remove the cauldron from the burner—there was no use in exploding a second potion. “i... i don’t want anything to happen to you. okay?”

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ofhailmarys‌:

“i did NOTHING wrong. i reduced the temperature when it was supposed to be reduced!” she squeaks and when the potion turned blue, she pushes his hand away, gently. she adds the moonstone until the potion turned purple before she puts the ingredients aside. “now we let it simmer until it turns pink. the hellebore comes after that and you are NOT allowed to touch that syrup.” mary snorts and rests her head in her hands for a moment. when he brings up marlene and dorcas, she bursts out into laughter again. “you’re not the only one that wants to rip their hair out over that. if i wasn’t afraid of marlene decking me one for blurting it out, i’d shout at them for it. i mean, i could try and lock them in a room. trick them or something. dorcas trusts me enough. marlene? she’d go in because dorcas was there,” she chuckles and bites into her lip. “ah, james and lily. i’ve talked to lily about it, but… it’s not something i want to force on her. especially after everything she’s been through, though… james could be the one thing she needs.” mary nudges his side and releases a quiet sigh before resting her chin on his shoulder. the smoke drifts around and she chews on the inside of her cheek. she plays with the material of his shirt before pulling her hair up on top of her head with a quiet hum. “i wonder who else could use the classroom lockin… that i don’t speak to.”

ted flashed her a grin when she informed him that he wasn’t allowed to touch the potion anymore. it was probably for the best. he leaned back in his chair, knocking his feet up onto the table for extra comfort, carefully avoiding he simmering cauldron. “you know what? you’re absolutely right, we should leave poor evans out of it.” his heart did go out to the girl for everything she’d been enduring. he was no stranger to the torment of blood elitists, and he knew that mary wasn’t either. the only difference between them was his technique of flying under the radar as much as possible, which was vastly different to the gryffindor method of confronting them, head on. of course, that was probably why he was a hufflepuff. “but you know who WOULD be fun to lock in a classroom with potter? that aubrey boy—bertram. i heard he’s in love with evans and almost got his head blown off by alecto carrow for defending her. maybe that’ll be the push potter needs to put his boy boy pants on and finally say something to lily so we can all stop watching their soap opera.” he chuckled under his breath, once again having no real malice to his words. in fact, he’d argue that his devious tactics were just for the COMMON GOOD. “that you don’t speak to? is there anyone you don’t speak to? here i was thinking you never shut up, now i learn that there are people whose ears you don’t talk off every day?” he teased, crumpling up a spare piece of paper on the table and sending it flying her way.

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andromvedas‌:

“family disappointment yet again.” andromeda scoffed slightly, tearing the letter from her mother up and throwing it out of the opening in the owlery. it was more often than not that she received letters like this, she didn’t share the same views as her parents and had made that quite clear from an early age. Once again her mother had threatened to cast her from the family and have her portrait burned from the family tree. she was so lost in her own thoughts while walking back down the stairs that she didn’t realise there was another person coming up the stairs. a small yell left her lips as she felt herself collide with another body. “shit sorry!” a laugh left her lips as she moved back slightly. “I didn’t see you there.” 

ted was humming to himself cheerfully as he bounded up the stairs to the owlery, too busy sealing off the last of his letters he had to send home to watch where he was walking. he let out a surprised noise when he ran into someone, but a wide grin quickly took over his features when he saw who he’d collided with. “andy!” he exclaimed, tone all bright and cheerful. he’d be lying if he said he didn’t have an eye for the girl, who was just as brave as she was beautiful, if her views told him anything about it. “no, it was completely my fault. my deepest apologies, really. i don’t know how you could ever forgive me.” ted teased, particularly dramatic for no reason besides trying to make her smile, as she did look a little less happy than usual. “if you give me a second to go send these off, i’ll walk you back down to the castle.” he offered, waving his handful of letters—one for each of his sisters and another for his parents. it wasn’t until after he said it that he realized how presumptuous it must have sounded and he backtracked, sheepishly. “i mean—if you want, that is.”

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ofhailmarys‌:

as soon as slughorn leaves, mary’s laughter rings through the classroom. she rolls her eyes and leans against the table. “oh well. we don’t actually need a guardian while we work on this…” mary shrugs and moves to close the door, locking it as well. she twirls around and heads back to their table so she can grab a new cauldron and she just smiles up at him, “there’s a lot i’m into, teddy tonks.” mary plays with her hair a bit before leaning over her notes to re-read the ingredients and the instructions. she reaches for the powdered moonstone and adds it until the liquid turns green. “stir that until it turns blue. STOP… when it turns blue,” she chuckles and leans into his side as she flips through her notes and just furrows her brow while she concentrates on the task at hand. she tapped her fingernails against the wood and hummed a quiet song under her breath. “when it turns blue, i have to add more powdered moonstone…s’a lot of bloody powdered moonstone,” mary mumbles and rolls her shoulders as she looks into the cauldron for a moment. “you said a few people could use being locked up in an empty classroom. who do you think needs to be locked up together? apart from us, of course.”

ted cocks an eyebrow at her when she locks the door behind slughorn—not finding it necessary to remind her that it wouldn’t stop their professor from regaining access to the room—but makes no other response to the action. there IS a potion that has to be made, after all. he gives an indignant squawk when mary overstates the directions to him, playfully bopping her in the head with the spoon before following the directions and beginning to stir. “i did a PERFECT job stirring it the first time, thank you very much. i reckon it all went to shit because you didn’t reduce the temperature enough before we added the hellebore!” that was most definitely not correct, but he said it to rile her up not to prove a point. he stirred the potion lazily, leaning on a hand he had propped on the table as he waited for mary to be able to add in the moonstone. the most time consuming part of this potion was all the WAITING, but he didn’t seem to mind it as much now. “well, for starters, i actually might rip my hair out if your friends marlene and dorcas keep on giving each other those HEART EYES without confessing how they feel. it’s almost sickening how in love they are.” ted replied dramatically. marlene and dorcas were both perfectly nice and he had nothing against them, just thought a little alone time would do them well. “potter and evans could use a good, old classroom lock in, too, i expect, but just because i think it’d be funny to listen to them try and get out without killing each other.”

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ofhailmarys‌:

she was humming softly, trying to recover her notes when she feels herself being pulled downwards and now she was in ted’s lap. her heart skips a beat in her chest and she doesn’t even notice the rest of the class. her jaw clenches as he whispers against her ear. mary swallowed thickly as his thumb brushes against her pulse point and she closes her eyes for a moment. goosebumps cover her skin and she turns so their foreheads met and she just arches a brow at him, “that’s all you’ve got, tonks?” she whispers against his lips, squirming in his lap, making sure to press downwards against the front of his trousers. “if anyone deserves some time alone in an empty classroom, it’s us, innit?” the young woman whispers and cups his jaw with her hand for a moment, while her thumb brushes over his adam’s apple. that smirk was back and when she hears a throat being cleared, she turns to smile up at slughorn, ever so innocently. “i tripped and fell into teddy’s lap.” mary muses and the older man looks flustered that she had actually said it and she just slides out of the boy’s lap as everyone begins to file out of the room but them.

ted had the DECENCY to flush in mild embarrassment when professor slughorn cleared his throat at them, putting a temporary halt on their little game far earlier than ted would have liked it to come. of course, he WAS a prefect and he hardly believed that dumbledore would give him any leniency on crude public behavior, so maybe it was for the best. “dunno, macdonald. i can think of a few people who may EQUALLY deserve some time alone in an empty classroom.” he offered, and, really, locking people into a classroom wasn’t a half bad idea when he thought about it. he was distracted from mary, momentarily, when slughorn said something or another about leaving their corrected potion on his desk for him to grade later—because he was, apparently, VERY BUSY at the moment—before he, too, disappeared through the door. “i would bet anything that he’s just going to take a nap.” ted snorted, not caring to hide his disdain about to professor. ted had an affinity for working hard, and slughorn was notorious for doing the bare minimum. “never would have pegged you as being into voyeurism, but i can’t say i won’t make the most of that tidbit of knowledge.”

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ofhailmarys‌:

her cheeks were flushed over his comments and her nostrils flared, but then she allows her mouth to curl up into a smirk before she grabs his wrist and rests his hand beneath her skirt, “who says it can’t be in front of all of these people, teddy?” she whispers, her face inches from his, the smirk refusing to falter as she just sits there, watching his expression. mary cants her head to the side for a moment before she pulls away to stand up and then she waves her wand to clear off their table. she apologises to slughorn and promises they’ll stay after to re-do the potion. her fingers run through her hair and she wrinkles up her nose when she finds a little of the potion left, but she mumbles a spell and that’s gone as well. “you’re staying here with me and fixing this because i’m not gettin’ a shit grade on this assignment.”

ted knew that whatever was going to happen when mary flashed him her signature, mischievous smirk—nothing ever really went well for ted when mary looked at him like THAT—but he was still shocked when mary put his hand up her skirt. his. hand. was. under. mary’s. skirt. he was frozen, only able to regain access to his brain and body when mary pulled away. he shook his head, recovering enough to huff out a breath when mary informed him that he had to stay after with her, but it was the perfect time for him to strike. the ball was in his court, now, in this game that they played. his hand shoots forward, closing around her wrist and pulling her into his lap. “trying to get me in an empty classroom with you, macdonald? you minx.” admittedly, his lips were much closer to her ear than they needed to be, but that was all part of the fun, wasn’t it? “you’ve got a bit of...” he added, thumb swiping over the pulse point on her neck, where she’d missed cleaning a bit of the potion off of her. “got it.”

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ofhailmarys‌:

one second the potion was peacefully in the cauldron and in the next moment, it was covering her and ted and their table. her eyelashes flutter for a moment and she wrinkles up her nose a little as everyone stares at them before she’s looking over at ted for a moment, “i hope you’re kidding. because literally everyone is staring at us right now. i have goo in places i probably shouldn’t have goo right now, teddy.” mary nods her head and reaches up, whimpering when she feels the potion in her hair. she’s actually waiting for ted to say something crass and she knows it’s coming. reaching over, she wipes a few splashes of the draught from his nose and his jaw and just gives him a stern look before she’s trying to clean off her shirt. “i really could dump the rest of whatever’s in the cauldron, over your head right now.”

ted knew that laughing at the girl’s rage wasn’t the best idea—he knew for a fact that she could probably kick his ass any day if she wanted to—but he couldn’t keep back the chuckle at the stern look she gave him. “having goo in places you probably shouldn’t have goo sounds like something i can help you with. just not in front of all these people.” he responded without missing a beat, flashing her a shit-eating grin. really, it was mary’s fault for setting him up that time. had the last twelve years of being his friend taught her nothing? he wrinkled his nose when her hand made contact with it, wiping some of the misplaced potion from his skin. “maybe i should dump it over your head. you seem like you could really use some peace, right now.”

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@benjysfriendwicks !!

ted had been staring at the tea cup in his hand for the better part of ten minutes, trying to read the leftover tea leaves without any avail. “well... it looks like a clump of tea leaves me to. but if you turn it upside down—” he spun the cup in his hand hopefully, but his expression fell when he looked into it again. “—it looks like upside down tea leaves.” he shrugged as he put the cup down, offering benjy a sheepish smile across the table. “i could see myself in the reflection, if that counts. guess i’m in your future.”

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@leoborgin​ !!

“he’s a niffler! i found him and he’s mine!” ted was well aware he looked like a petulant child as he clutched the creature to his chest, but he couldn’t really find it in himself to care. he had been thinking that a pet would be the perfect addition to their room, but leo didn’t seem to agree. “come on, look at his cute little face, leo. you can’t say no to this!” he cooed at the niffler, who was looking back at him with a face that ted thought looked mildly amused. “’sides, he kind of reminds me of you—what, being an adorable little thief, and all. maybe we can call him LEO JR.”