"Did no one think to tell me that Vic was bad?” Teddy didn’t sound angry or cross --- instead, only a little hurt had crept into their voice. They sat across from Dominique, their gaze pointed downwards, fixed on the wood grain of the table. “I just --- I would have liked to know, you know? And like, I get that it was a recent thing, but it’s important. It’s Vic.” They exhaled through their nose, their shoulders falling. “Imagine me, just seeing her out on the street, and thinking I’m going mad.”
who: icarus + order aligned/members
when: december 23, 2025
where: grimmauld place ( safe house )
“Okay…okay, I’m not going anywhere.” Icarus grumbled, hands falling from being raised in the air to his face as he attempted to rub the frustration from it. He slouched onto the couch with his hands propped behind his head as he studied his guards who had their wands at the ready. This was no better than being at home, he thought. While he was thankful that they’d decided he was ‘okay’ enough to wander the safe house instead of being locked to a single room, he just wasn’t thankful for the literal house arrest with the ball and chain guards they’d attached to him. He was bored. Tired of being looked at like some sort of ghost or rather a monster. –Or really just tired in general. “Fuck.” He sighed, switching his gaze to the new comer. “I don’t guess you’d volunteer for the poly juice potion, hm?”
“Good, because even if you wanted to, I can’t let you.” Teddy was only half-heartedly paying mind to Icarus as they leaned against the frame of a doorway. They had found a copy of the Prophet in the kitchen, a few days old, and were skimming over the headlines. Maybe they should have been paying more attention, but --- this was Teddy. When they asked them to keep eye over the Lestrange boy, they should have known what they would get from them. The remark about polyjuice potion caught their attention, and Teddy couldn’t help the small smile that pulled at their lips. “You really think I’d need polyjuice potion?” In an instant, they had transformed themself into a near-identical copy of the boy before changing back to themsself. “Think it’d be a waste of my time, mind you.”
When: December 23rd
Who: Susan & anyone
Where: The Leaky Cauldron
“I think the Christmas decorations looked better” she commented, smiling at the person who sat down next to her. It wasn’t uncommon now to find Susan sitting at the bar of the Leaky Cauldron. It was one of the three places you were most likely to find her these days. “I mean, why did the posters have to replace them? Why not both?”
“I couldn’t agree with you more,” remarked Teddy as they took their seat. Diagon Alley had suddenly become something new in the last month, strange and foreign. It left a sour taste in their mouth when they remembered what it had been like before, even just last year. “They don’t want to share the attention, obviously.” Teddy snorted a laugh as their drink was place in front of them. “But who am I to know how they think?”
“Lils, before I forget, Andromeda found photos of us all when we were young, and she gave them all to me to give to Harry, but I thought maybe you’d like to give them to your dad?” Teddy glanced at the younger girl before reaching into their bag, their hand coming out with a stack of photos. “There’s a lot in there --- me, you, James, and Al. Some of the Weasley cousins, I don’t know. There are some historic dress-up photos in there. I’d say I’m embarrassed by them, but I’m really not. If you don’t want to, though, give them to him that is, I get it. I can do it. I’ve been working on getting him a new wand. I think I’m going to make him one but ---” Teddy shrugged their shoulders.
who: @jamxssirius
when: 24 December, 2025
where: Wherever James lives? Could I have asked? Yes. Did I? No. We post starters with hopeful locations like men.
“Oh, James, I nearly forgot, here.” Without hesitation, Teddy pulled something from their bag, and then tossed a small package towards James. Inside the brown paper, there were a few dozen cookies. “These are for you and your family, courtesy of ‘dromeda. Of course, if you were to eat them all, I wouldn’t blame you --- or rat you out.” They took a seat at the table, leaning back as they looked at James. “Your Christmas present from me is coming by Owl Post. It might be a little late. Sorry ‘bout that.” They picked up their glass of pumpkin juice, taking a sip, before saying, “Ready for the holidays to be over?”
who: @hewholivedagain
when: 24 December, 2025
where: Grimmauld Place
The day was cold, bitter even, and Teddy swore as they apparated onto the steps of Grimmauld Place. They were late already, no real surprise there, and now their bag slipped open, wands spilling onto the steps. They scrambled to pick all of the wands up, shoving them back into the bag with less than the care they deserved. Stepping inside, they undid the scarf from their neck and pulled off their gloves. They could hear voices from the kitchen, and maybe they’d stop to say hello before they left, but for now they headed straight to the staircase, taking them upwards two at a time.
Harry Potter was waiting on the fourth floor, which was where Teddy was meant to be half an hour ago, according to their watch. Guilt gnawed at them for being late. They hated to admit it, but a small part of Teddy hadn’t wanted to come in the first place. They loved Harry, truly and honestly, but the man they were going to see wasn’t who they’d grown up around anymore. Since Harry had returned from death, every time Teddy saw them, it was as if they were meeting for one of the first times.
Teddy still maintained that Harry shouldn’t have died in the first place --- it wasn’t fair --- but for as much as they wished things were different, resurrection was a new playing ground for everyone.
Still, there was a sense of duty that Teddy felt towards Harry, one that wouldn’t go away so easily.
Harry was the person who’d helped raise Teddy alongside Andromeda. The pair of them had gone flying together, even when Teddy’s attention span was next to nil and they fell off of a broom more times than they could count. Harry shared countless stories of Remus and Tonks, repeating the ones Teddy loved most over and over. The older man had even passed down the Marauders’ Map, which for some time was Teddy’s nearest and dearest possession.
Finally, Teddy stood in front of a door and they reached out a hand, knuckles rapping on the door. “Harry? It’s Teddy. Finally. I know I’m late --- sorry. Bad habit. But I’m here now. I’ve got the wands like I said I would.” They rocked back onto the heels of their feet, waiting for the door to open.
The faces that passed by the front window of Ollivander’s grew more unfamiliar day by day. Still, Teddy couldn’t help but stare out, searching for something familiar --- or maybe just someone interesting. He didn’t feel guilty for being distracted from his work. There was little to do in the store today, and the few tasks the older wizard had left him to do could be finished quickly. It wasn’t as if he would let himself fall behind --- as soon as a customer, or anyone, would come in, his attention would fully be on them. For now, though, he would allow himself to imagine the lives of people he didn’t know, what they did and who they were, contently. It made the time pass quicker.
A long, red phoenix feather floated through his fingers as he leaned on the counter. His eyes drifted up to the clock on the wall. He’d be here for a few more hours still. The thought didn’t bother him. He did love what he did, truly, but sometimes the quietness of the shop settled under his skin uncomfortably, making him antsy. The days were always easier when Ollivander himself was there or the shop was busy.
His focus had fallen away from the hustle and bustle of Diagon Alley for just a second, but when he looked back up his heart caught in his throat. He blinked once, then twice, to be sure he was seeing what he thought he was, then the feather fell from his fingers and he rushed out from behind the counted, his steps quick as he walked to the door then out to the street itself.
“Victoire,” he called before clearing his throat. He was half-startled, half-unsure if it even was her. Once more, louder this time, he said, “Victoire.”
who: open starter
when: 23 december 2025
where: diagon alley
Bill quickly made his way through Diagon Alley, anxious to get to work. The bank wasn’t going to run itself, well, it would. But he always preferred to be on time rather than not. Unfortunately, the familiar area around him was now virtually unrecognizable for him. Christmas decorations were non-existent, happiness seemed to be on no one’s face.
There was something caught his sight of eye, diverting his attention for a moment. A certain purist poster that made his stomach turn and made him stop walking. He had caused a foot traffic jam once he stopped. “Excuse me,” He said to the nearest person, “I apologise, I just got distracted by…” He looked in the same direction again, “Nevermind,” He figured his thoughts should remain just thoughts. “I think I’m just about ready for the Holidays, I could use a good break.” Couldn’t they all?
Head down, eyes forward, quick steps. That was how Teddy had begun to move through Diagon Alley. Ever since the posters had been put up, seemingly few and then all at once, the once-familiar place seemed unfamiliar and uncomfortable. Still, they had a job to do. Ollivander’s Wand Shop wouldn’t run itself. So, to get where they needed to be, they kept their gaze downwards, avoiding all of the posters that made the goosebumps rise on their arms.
“Excuse me.”
Teddy glanced over towards the voice, a wave of unexpected relief washing over them. “Bill, hello.” They followed Bill’s gaze towards the signs and their face wrinkled with mild disgust. Like the older man, though, they didn’t comment. “I think we all could. Andy’s baking like she’s feeding all of the Ministry. I could send you over some of her ginger cookies, if you’d like. Spare me from having to eat everything.” They wondered briefly if this holiday would bring any joy. Their heart panged. They hoped it would. “How have you been? How’s Fleur?”
[ PLOT ARC 4, PROPHECY 6, THE CHAMELEON ] ❝ Oh, I’ve been waitin’ for something to change but I can’t escape this waterfall of doubt. Oh, my blood, sweat, and tears for twenty-some years, all bottled up and broken. ❞ TEDDY LUPIN looks a lot like that muggle, TOMMY MARTINEZ/MARIA GABRIELA DE FARIA, right? Only 27 years old, that HUFFLEPUFF alumnus works as a WANDMAKER and is sided with the ORDER OF THE PHOENIX. THEY identify as GENDERFLUID and is a HALFBLOOD (METAMORPHAGUS). [ JAY, HE/HIM, 24, EST ]
howdy hey i’m jay, and no i didn’t mean for that to rhyme but here we are. this is teddy! my child! my heart! they’re soft. very good. mean well. a little chaotic. a little messy. they have a lot of feelings. below the cut is info about teddy!
i definitely want to plot with everyone. i have ideas for people who are in the order and for people who are wraiths (listen........ plotting their relationship with valentina nott, the wraith teddy is impersonating......... and having teddy try to figure out how to interact with everyone? *chef’s kiss* the drama. i’m here for it) and just everyone please.
Teddy Lupin is my trash son (read: absolute darling love of my life 10/10 would die for him without hesitation they’re perfect and I disparage them with fondness) and I’m playing them a bit differently than I usually do so I’m still learning about them, so please bear with me. I’ve played them a hundred times before but I’m still figuring out the nuances and details.
Teddy Lupin, in a mess of words: Strange and unusual. Turquoise. The smell of something faintly burning. Crooked grins. Bubblegum pink. An old piece of parchment (maybe it’s a map). Messy hair. Nails painted the muggle way, dried with a quick charm. Heart bursting. Odd splinters of wood. Righteousness. Rich yellows. Bleeding heart. A collection of records first started by the first Ted. Coming alive after dark. Ever changing. Grief-stricken. Scribbles on scraps of paper. An eyebrow piercing that made Andromeda cry. Cereal at midnight, no milk. Plinking keys on a piano. Blood doesn’t make family. Too many words to say. A former troublemaker. Dedicated.
To begin, as we all know, Edward Teddy Lupin was the only child born to Remus Lupin and Nymphadora Tonks. One was a Gryffindor, one was a Hufflepuff. Both were brave beyond compare, dedicated to their beliefs and to their friends -- at least, that’s what Teddy was always told growing up, and they had no reason to believe otherwise. They grew up with their grandmother, Andromeda, and they’d lay on the floor in her living room as she told stories of them both. They’d stare at the ceiling, their mind flitting with thought as they replayed story over and over until there was no way they could forget it forget it.
Andromeda, the only blood relative that Teddy grew up around, was not Teddy’s only family. And they thank Merlin for that every day. Teddy had the privilege of growing up around their godfather, the one and only Harry Potter. By extension, he also grew up around the Potter-Weasley family and their relatives. There was never any question that the lot of them were their family. Older than most of them, they saw most of the lot as younger siblings, friends unquestionably (of course, this included everyone but Victoire, but she’s another story entirely).
Going to Hogwarts, Teddy walked up to the sorting hat, their hair their signature turquoise, and they placed it on their own head and waited. And waited some more. The hat talked to Teddy, about their parents, about where they would do well. Much to the hat’s chagrin, Teddy had no preference whatsoever, so they served as no help. They wanted to go where they’d fit best (a strange thought, considering how prone to change they were). Finally, after what seemed like ages, the hat called Hufflepuff. Pleased, Teddy’s hair turned a rich yellow, and they walked to their table -- to their new family and home.
With a marauder as a parent, and a marauder’s son as a godparent, there was never ever doubting that Teddy was going to be a little troublesome, and perhaps, on some days, a little was an understatement. They were never malicious or filled with bad intent, they just craved fun and excitement. There were times they couldn’t get either of those things without a little rule-breaking. Teddy always saw it as this: as long as no one got hurt, there was no harm done. Whether they were right about that was and will always be up for debate. Despite their disposition for a little trouble, they were named prefect their fifth year, then headboy their seventh year. Their headboy badge was then charmed to say, “Head Ted”. It was much more fitting, if you asked them.
Post-Hogwarts, Teddy faltered. The plan had been to follow in Harry’s footsteps, to become an auror. They had the grades, their NEWTs were nearly impeccable, but when it came time to apply? They didn’t. They couldn’t. Everyone knew that Teddy had always been more of a lover than a fighter anyways. So, for the summer after finishing their schooling at Hogwarts, they did a little bit of everything. They shadowed mediwitches at St. Mungos, they worked at a few different shops in Diagon Alley (including a very brief stint at WWW -- it ended when they realized they had not one, not two, but three different puffles to take care of, and they couldn’t be confident in their own abilities to say no to bringing home a fourth).
Everything changed when Teddy noticed a brief advertisement in the Daily Prophet. It was written by none other than Garrick Ollivander and Teddy’s attention had been caught. It said they were looking for someone strange and unusual for a strange and unusual job. How could they have said no to that? They couldn’t. So, instead, they wrote to Ollivander, inquiring about the position, and soon enough -- Teddy was the elderly wandmaker’s apprentice. It was never where they imagined themself ending up, but they quickly realized they loved working with wands and with the renowned wandmaker.
When Harry restarted the Order in 2023, there was no doubting that Teddy would be a part of it. Though their godfather wasn’t keen on them putting themself at any risk ,there was no stopping Teddy. Their mother had been a part of it, their father had been a part of it -- wouldn’t they have wanted them to do what was right? Teddy, though slightly morally ambiguous in school (rules were broken, fights were had -- they were genuinely good-spirited, but they weren’t always nice), not quite brave enough to become an auror, couldn’t deny that the Order stood for what was right. The idea of anyone disagreeing was blasphemous, and what the Death Eaters had done? What the Wraiths were stirring up again? Teddy had never been too keen on fighting, almost too soft, almost too hesitant, but they wouldn’t sit idle. They’d play the fight where they could. If that was offense, so be it. If it was intelligence, so be it. They couldn’t stand around being useless. Tonks and Remus’ child was not going to stand around, letting the world fight for what was right around them. ( Quick addition: Teddy’s Order Code Name is Kit -- their patronus is a fox!)
{ DEATH MENTION } When someone first told Teddy that Harry had been killed, they couldn’t believe it -- they didn’t want to believe. Harry was the Boy Who Lived -- he wasn’t meant to die. And yet, Harry, their godfather, the closest thing to an actual father they had, was dead. It was devastating. Suddenly, Teddy had to do more. They watched people give up their day jobs to dedicate themselves to the order, maybe they should do that, too. They just needed an opportunity, a chance to prove themself.
That chance came when Valentina Nott died. The Wraiths believed that she was missing, no proof otherwise or body found. The idea came to Teddy quickly, and they approached both Ron and Hermione with trepidation. They didn’t want to be seen as the kid that grew up around them, so they raised their chin, they spoke without a wobble in their voice. They would pretend to be Valentina, having been injured badly, too severely to immediately return. They knew that her rune was seen on her hand -- like her, they’d wear a pair of gloves. So long as they didn’t remove it, no one would know. It could be crucial to getting information, Teddy urged. Eventually, Ron and Hermione. Teddy would be given a chance to do this.
Teddy is getting used to the Wraiths, hiding their disgust in meetings and discussions. They’ve learned to talk like Valentina, they’ve learned to be Valentina. It’s hard, spending so much time away from the order, but this is what’s right, isn’t it? They’ve only ever wanted to do that.
Regarding Harry Potter returning, Teddy is conflicted. On one hand, they know how much pain Harry went through -- they were alike in so many ways, orphaned by a war started long before their birth, and Harry had dealt with so much more. To spare him reliving it would be merciful. But to let him know nothing, to be naively blind? That seemed just as cruel.
For the prophecy, Teddy wholeheartedly thinks it means they will die. Whether as Teddy or Valentina, they’re willing to take the risk. Their parents died for what was right, Harry died for what was right. Maybe they will, too.
Quick and Dirty about for Valentina Nott, the Wraith Teddy is impersonating
25 years old, a former Slytherin
Betrothed to ??? someone. Honestly I’m a sucker for a cool plot idea & I had the idea that maybe Valentina was betrothed to another Wraith & now Teddy not only has to deal with the struggle of pretending to be Valentina and the Wraith ideology, but now this person who Valentina was supposedly in love with or was in love with her (more details to come later, I’m just a fool)
ANYWAYS. The eldest daughter to Camila and Theodore Nott. She has an older brother and another younger sibling. Theodore Nott had not gotten the dark mark before the end of the war but was close to it. He always had poor things to say about muggles and muggle borns as she grew up.
Pretty. Loves the idea of being more than someone else.
Talented with charms, begun developing her own spells when she was alive. Her rune was meant to enhance her power of spell-casting. Her rune was on the palm of her hand and was typically covered by silk gloves.
Her Wraith Code Name was Coruscatio, meaning a glittering, a flash
(apologies if you've already gotten any of these!) 2, 7, 16, 20!
2. What do you think it would take for your muse to reach their absolute breaking point?
Answered here.
7. What memories would your muse be shown if they were in the presence of a Dementor, and what physical reaction would they have?
Answered here.
16. Who is the most important person in your muse’s life and why?
Andromeda Tonks. Despite growing up around the Wotters and having many positive influences, at the end of the day, Teddy grew up with Andromeda, and she has always been the person they’ve gone to first with nearly every problem. She taught Teddy how to brew a good cup of tea. She taught them how to read with the Tales of Beedle the Bard. Andy taught Teddy how to be kind and fair, how to be strong. Teddy just ... loves Andy.
20. Are there any public figures or historical figures that your muse looks up to? Why?
As a child, Teddy loved hearing stories of their mother and father from the mouths of others. Tonks and Remus were strong and brave and amazing wizards. They were incredible people. Of course, Teddy heard their flaws and quirks from Andy and the Wotters, but there was a special place in their heart for these idealized versions of their parents.
15. What is the worst thing your muse has ever done? What pushed them to do this?
After Victoire and them broke up, Teddy decided that they couldn’t be around the Wotters -- they were mad (not really, but grief can take form in other emotion) and they were sad, and seeing everyone just reminded of Teddy of what they no longer had. They had never handled loss all too well. Really what bothered them most was that, if they had ended up marrying Victoire, which was an idea far off and not too discussed, they would have actually been a part of the family. (Teddy? Struggling with being a real part of the Wotters? Yes, entirely true).
Anyways, they isolated themself and drifted away. They ended up hurting others’ feelings and their own. (Anyone want to throw a Wotter at Teddy and still give them grief for “abandoning” the family for a bit?)
36. If your muse was given the choice of what house they would be sorted into, what house would they have chose?
Answered here.
46. What is your muse’s favorite song?
Teddy is a huge Celestina Warbeck fan. Thanks, Molly Weasley.
7. What memories would your muse be shown if they were in the presence of a Dementor, and what physical reaction would they have?
While sadness has been an underlying tone for Teddy’s life, and they’ve always known it in some form or another, the saddest conscious memory they have is being told of Harry’s death and being at his funeral. If they were to be in the company of a dementor, they would feel overwhelming grief, a pit forming in their stomach, a lump in their throat. They know what sadness is, it exists with them always, but palpable grief is something entirely different. It’s somehow worse.
1. Has your muse ever had to deal with a significant loss? And if so, how did they cope with the grief of that? (Loss does not necessarily have to mean death here.)
Answered here.
14. What does your muse think of resurrection? Have they ever been tempted by it? Would they be willing to do it now, knowing the consequences?
Teddy’s heart wavers. In theory, it would be nice if you could bring someone back from the dead. After all, they lost their parents. To have just one conversation with them? They don’t know what they’d ask, they don’t know what they’d say, but surely it would be the most amazing moment of their life.
But seeing Harry come back? Knowing no one? Knowing nothing? It’s cruel.
The world didn’t deserve to lose Harry so early, but for Harry’s friends and family to suffer knowing he’s lost and confused? Nothing about this is good. Nothing about it is fair.
Teddy would never risk bringing someone back, no matter how amazing it could be.
39. What would your muse change about their lives or themselves if given the opportunity? Why?
1. Has your muse ever had to deal with a significant loss? And if so, how did they cope with the grief of that? (Loss does not necessarily have to mean death here.)
Teddy knew loss before they knew consciousness. As a child, they knew they had parents. They knew that other children had parents who were alive. They didn’t understand the weight of loss until they were older, until they watched Harry and Ginny with James, Albus, and Lily. There was no doubting that Harry cared for Teddy, and Teddy loved Harry like they would have loved their father, but there was an ache that Teddy felt. They would never see their parents’ mannerisms in themself. They would never get to know them, not for themselves. They would only ever know Remus and Tonks through the words of others. As they grew older, this ache, this knowledge that something was missing from their life, turned into anger. Teddy knew grief well, and it would follow for forever. The grief never faded, not entirely, but they learned how to not take things for granted, they learned to appreciate the things they did have.
2. What do you think it would take for your muse to reach their absolute breaking point?
If someone looks at Teddy wrong, odds are they’ll be wondering what they did and what possibly could go wrong. So, in theory, Teddy might wig out very easily at any little thing. What can I say: they’re emotional.
BUT TEDDY DOING DUMB DANGEROUS SHIT LIKE PRETENDING TO BE A WRAITH, THEY’RE GOING TO HAVE TO CONTROL EVERY ASPECT OF THEIR EMOTION. CAN THEY DO IT? MAYBE. MAYBE NOT. It’s gonna go great.
3. Would your muse ever consider changing their stance about the war or switching sides? If so, what would push them to do so?
Nymphadora Tonks and Remus Lupin did not die so their child could become anything but an Order Member.
4. What was your muse doing when they heard about Harry’s death – and later Neville’s death and Harry’s resurrection? How did they react to the news? Did they attend either of the funerals or memorials?
Answered here.
5. Which Deathly Hallow would appeal to your muse the most and why?
The Resurrection Stone.They just want to see their parents :(
4 (let's start angsty as we mean to go on), 24 and/or 36
4. What was your muse doing when they heard about Harry’s death – and later Neville’s death and Harry’s resurrection? How did they react to the news? Did they attend either of the funerals or memorials?
“You’re kidding.”
The words fell from Teddy’s lips without thought, and they stood frozen, staring at James, a wand in one stilled hand and a phoenix feather in the other. It wasn’t a joke. They knew James, how he was, and of all the things that could have been a joke, this would never have been one of them. What had prompted the words from Teddy’s mouth had been shock, nothing but.
Silence began to overwhelm the small Ollivander’s storefront, and it had begun to feel smaller than it normally did. They shut their eyes.
Finally, a sigh slipped through Teddy’s lips. Their gaze was now focused not on James, but on a wand stuffed on a shelf above his head. If they looked at him, they would only see Harry. If they saw Harry, they weren’t entirely sure they wouldn’t cry.
“What happened?”
And so James told them. Their heart ached in their chest, their hair had turned gray in their grief. It hurt. This hurt. Harry was – Harry was the damn near closest thing Teddy had had to a father. Harry had been a mentor, a friend – family.
It seemed unfair.
And it was selfish, but all Teddy could think about how many people they’d already lost in a terrible manner, and why did this have to happen to them?
No one deserved this.
Suddenly, Teddy was struck with a burst of energy. With James left standing at the front of the shop, they put down the wand and the feather, pushing them to the side of the counter. They grabbed their wand from their pocket, pointing it carelessly towards the back and with a flick of their wrist, they locked the door to the back room.
“I’m closing the store early – Ollivander will understand.”
They took off their apron and hung it on a hook behind the counter.
“Where are you going now? Does anyone else not know?”
The idea of telling anyone else was … unappealing. But Teddy needed to see everyone else, all of the Potters and Weasleys. They needed to know that everyone else was okay (or at least as okay as they could be).
Teddy was sad as fuck learning Harry died. Did they cry immediately? No. Did they cry alone in their flat? Yes. Did they change their hair and eye color to Harry’s like they did when they were younger when they went to the funeral? Yes. Was it sad bitch hours for a while for Teddy? Still yes.
Neville’s death? Also sad. Teddy wasn’t close to him, though.
On Harry’s resurrection, Teddy’s heart burst. The world had lost Harry too earlier and now that it had him back – now that they had him back – everything would be a little bit better. Of course, that idea soured as soon as Teddy knew the truth. Suddenly, having Harry back was bittersweet. It wasn’t the same.
24. What are your muse’s bad habits?
Time to wreck Teddy Lupin.
They bite their nails when they’re nervous. They tap their foot when they’re anxious, and their whole body vibrates. They smoke on really bad days. They have to set an alarm or they oversleep. They obsessively crack their knuckles. They’re a bit of a pushover. They can rarely keep a secret. They lose their wand if it isn’t in their pocket.
36. If your muse was given the choice of what house they would be sorted into, what house would they have chose?
Teddy was insufferable to sort to begin with. They had no preference on house. Sure, it’d’ve been nice to be in either of the houses their parents had been in, but Grandma Andy had been a Slytherin and Grandpa Ted was a Ravenclaw, so really there was no bad option – every house was a family house, technically. They just wanted to be where they’d have a family. They could find that anywhere if they tried. With a harrumph (who knew a hat could sigh), the hat took its time before calling out “ HUFFLEPUFF ”.
9. What would your muse see if they gazed into the Mirror of Erised?
Teddy Lupin is like Harry Potter in many ways.But in this particular instance, when it comes to the Mirror of Erised, Teddy Lupin would see their parents.
They would see a woman with bubblegum-pink hair, and a man that has their nose. They would be bright and vibrant and there. But they would be alone. Andromeda would be there, so would all of the Weasleys and the Potters. It would be less obvious how war-torn Teddy’s life was from the start. They’d be a little more normal. The holes in their heart would be a little more full.
22. Does your muse have any skeletons in their closets?
Teddy has three things in their closet: a dust-grey suit for important occasions, a yellow and black Hufflepuff scarf that they always forget to pull out on chilly days, and a quilt Andromeda made folded up at the bottom. So, while there is room for hypothetical skeletons, they simply do not exist.
33. Would your muse be capable of using any of the Unforgivable Curses? And would they ever do so or have they ever done so in the past?
Teddy is soft. The idea of hurting someone in such a cruel manner? It leaves a sour taste in their mouth. It’s not in their nature, it never has been. But they might have to use one of these spells eventually, and that’s something they’re struggling to wrap their head around. They are pretending to be Valentina Nott, and she was not a kind woman. The Unforgivable Curses were spells she was familiar with. To keep up the facade of Teddy being this dead Wraith, they might have to hurt someone. If the time comes, and they hope it never does, they hope they will be able do what needs to be done.
45. What is your muse’s favorite myth or fairytale?
The Tale of the Three Brothers.What a young Teddy wouldn’t have done for the Resurrection Stone.
