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“Shut up, I’m cold.” (tedromeda)

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OK, it was in the dead of winter and even with the heating on in the flat, it was cold. But not that cold, according to Ted. Not when he had to pay the heating bills and money wasn’t exactly abundant. But that morning, snow decided to coat the city of London in a thick layer of white coldness and even Ted had to admit defeat. The heating was on and he was wearing several layers of clothing to keep extra toasty. If he had known Andromeda was going to drop by that day, maybe he wouldn’t have put on the hooded sweatshirt that had cat ears on the hood.

Because he had given Dromeda her own set of keys and because he might have been listening to the Beatles at a particularly. loud volume, Ted didn’t know she was watching him dance his way to warmth. It was only when he spun on the spot and happened to see her standing there.

“Crap!” Ted stumbled over his own feet as he tried to get over to the stereo and turn off the music. He coughed as he tried to regain some of his dignity by pulling down the hood with the cat ears on and held his head up high. “Shut up, it was cold.” That was it. That was his explanation. That was all she was getting.

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House Proud

private thread with @blckdromeda

Each of the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry’s houses had gained certain reputation over the years. Hufflepuff, for example, were supposed to be house-proud home-bodies who loved nothing more than to take care of their spaces away from the rest of the world. Ted Tonks, Hufflepuff and proud, stood in the middle of his living room and sighed heavily as he observed the mess he had managed to produce in one short week since he moved into the small, London-based flat. He was living there alone so it wasn’t like he could blame the mess on someone else. The kitchenette, which was in the corner of the living room, was spotless, so that was something. But the rest of the living room was buried under discarded clothes, half-read books, and a couple of other random bits and pieces that should have been tidied away. Some of his fellow Hufflepuffs would be appalled.

Ted retrieved his wand and held it up, the end pointing over the mound of clothes on one end of the sofa. He opened his mouth to utter a charm that would assist moving the clothes from their current position to the washing machine, but he closed it again. It seemed like cheating to use magic for laundry, somehow. Most other witches and wizards wouldn’t think twice, but Ted, with his own brand of logic, decided that he should get the washing done using muggle methods, as a form of punishment for allowing everything to get so messy in the first place. He put his wand back into its sheath that hung from his belt and bundled as much of the washing as he could carry into his arms.

He was waddling towards the washing machine that was housed in a cupboard next to the bathroom when the doorbell rang. “Uhh!” Ted groaned out loud. He wasn’t expecting any visitors, especially not at 9:03am on a Saturday. He dropped the washing he was carrying where he stood, turned and went to the front door. He looked through the peep hole in the door and couldn’t see anyone out there. He did consider not answering the door at all, but the bell rang again. “What it is, it better be good,” Ted muttered as he took hold of the door handle and pulled the door open.