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[franklongbooty]

Date: 17th July 1979  Location: Onesie Pub Crawl, somewhere closer to the end Who: @fabiansacharmer​ @tonkstedtalk​

“I’m just saying. I’m just saying --” Frank paused for a moment.

“I forgot. But -- these onesies are mighty impractical.”

[percivalrobards]

“Apparently you just need to give them some whisky and they sleep all night.”

@tonkstedtalk​

[peacefulmeda-blog]

@tonks-comma-ted

Meda knew it was naive and foolish, but she had hoped that things would just . . . change after Voldemort’s death. And while it had been fairly apparent even before the Hogsmeade trip that her hope was unfounded, this had only driven it even farther home. She felt a little lost, cast adrift, and restless. Her footsteps had carried her to a quiet spot to try and gather her thoughts. But she wasn’t alone for long. As she heard footsteps, she turned to head off the other person.

“I’m really fine. I just want to be alone.” She hadn’t counted on it being Ted, and her voice trailed off uncertainly. Her feelings towards him were . . . unsettled, to say the least, which was the last thing she needed at the moment, on top of everything else that had happened. But she didn’t think she actually wanted him to leave.

[chaoticperfectionbird]

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[ravenclawgreta-blog]

Cry to me // Ted & Greta

Once Greta was satisfied that Clem was okay she slipped out of the common room making her way out of the castle. As she walked the familiar route to the lake she felt sure that no one would be there. The chill in the air was already past a comfortable level. She’d traveled this path so often she didn’t even bother lighting her wand. Under normal circumstances Greta would have chastised herself for not having a sweater or a blanket to sit on. Tonight she simply didn’t care. Getting to her favorite spot she sat on the ground, pulled her knees up, and rested her forehead on them. At first she tried to block out the thoughts that had been swirling around her head. But they simply wouldn’t be stopped.

First and foremost in her mind was, why Clem? Of course she was fairly certain that she knew the answer but it didn’t make her feel any better. The only reason someone might attack Clem was her being a muggleborn. The thought made her feel colder then the nighttime air ever could. She wasn’t afraid for herself. No she was worried for her other friends that were muggleborn and even for the muggleborns she didn’t know. Hogwarts was supposed to be safe and if someone who was as sweet as Clem could be attacked like that then who really was safe. If Hogwarts wasn’t safe was there anyplace that was? 

Greta closed her eyes against the onslaught of questions and fears that seemed to be overtaking her. But that was a mistake. All she saw was Clem looking so frail and worn out in the hospital wing and that haunted look in her eyes. Something told the sixteen year-old that this was only the beginning of terrible things to come. She wasn’t sure how long she could push thoughts of war to the back of her mind. How long she could do her best to enjoy her childhood before it got ripped away for good. Immediately she felt bad. How could she think of herself right now when her friend had been so hurt? Not only that but her attacker was still here in the castle, at least Greta assumed. As far as she knew Clem hadn’t spoken of the attack. While she of course had questions these were ones she wouldn’t ask. No she wouldn’t do anything that might force Clem to talk about things she didn’t want to. Instead she’d continue as normal, at least when she was around people, especially Clem. 

Right now though she wasn’t around people. So as her mind continued to swirl around with unanswered questions and fears she curled herself tighter into a ball. Finally her young mind couldn’t take any more and she began to cry. At first there were just a few tears but soon she was sobbing. All her previous fears about the war were colliding with her fears for Clem. On top of that were the fears that the attack itself caused. Greta had never felt so scared, alone, and helpless in her entire life. She felt as though her life had suddenly veered down a path that she couldn’t turn off of. Where it led she wasn’t sure but she knew at that moment that it was just the beginning of something far worse.