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frankxxlongbottom:
Frank read the first one on the page and then shook his head. “Hold on–some of these are, sadly, offensive.” He flipped through a number of pages.
“I’m open to all kinds of humor, honestly,” Ted said with a shrug. He eyed the book and wondered if any of the jokes from from Shakespeare or were about muggles at all.
andrcmeda-black:
Andromeda bit her lip, feeling the keen sting that unnecessary rudeness brought her. “I’m sorry. Thank you. I honestly hadn’t even noticed.” Bending to retrieve her fallen bag, she used the opportunity to make a face he wouldn’t see, trying to shake the distaste of her own impertinence from her mouth. She hated being rude to people, especially when it was uncalled for. “No, no, please. Don’t,” she insisted as she came back up, gesturing for him to join her as she slipped her bag onto the back of her chair. “Really, I didn’t mean anything by it. I’ve just been a little on edge today. I’m sorry.”
He had been meaning to get a head start on that paper Flitwick had them do back in his room, but he didn’t want to be rude when she actually looked rather guilty. Ted bit his lip, he wasn’t entirely sure whether he should keep talking to her. He’d had some run-ins with Andromeda’s sisters, and they hadn’t been as welcoming. If he was being honest, neither was she when he first talked to her. “Are you sure? You look a little busy, and I don’t want to bother you.”
pretty-witty-raven:
“See, that right there is why I can never convince myself to play contact sports. I’d hate getting tackled. Plus, I’m afraid of heights so that rules out flying. Watching’s okay though, surrounded by people it doesn’t seem so high up.” She said as they made their way into the stands. “I was just going to cheer for whomever’s winning. Is that bad?”
He laughed, shook his head and patted her arm sympathetically. “Fair enough. Do you happen to be into any other kinds of sports?” He asked as they approached the courtyard leading to the pitch. It was a little gloomy today, but it didn’t look like it was going to rain. Either way, the weather never stopped a game before. “I don’t think so. The whole point in watching the game to begin with is to just enjoy it. Some people do prefer to actually root for a team though.”
frankxxlongbottom:
“You won’t believe what I just found on this library shelf,” Frank said, beaming and displaying a small and thin book, with a smile plastered to his face. “It’s a book of jokes and puns from probably when the founders were young. Merlin almighty!”
Ted’s eyes widened considerably before his face broke out in a large grin. “Well bring it over! It’s not like we had anything better to do, at this point,” he said with a laugh as he eyed the pile of paperwork they both had to sort through with Ted being a prefect, himself, and Frank being Head Boy.
dvisychainss:
“Honestly, it’s absolutely fine.” Daisy replied with a small smile. “See, you got there in the end. But Daisy is just fine.” She nodded. “And of course you can. There’s no need to buy me anything, though it wouldn’t be easy to refuse anything from Honeydukes, but the company would be great.”
“Daisy,” he said, testing the name out. He’s sure he’s seen her around, and he feels terrible that he didn’t remember her name at first. With everything that’s been going on, he hadn’t really gotten to know any of the new prefects, let alone the rest of his juniors. “Honeydukes it is, then! Do you like anything in particular?”
Anonymously tell my muse something you'd never say to their face.
pretty-witty-raven:
Emmeline’s answering laugh burst out of her before she could entirely help herself, and she slapped a hand over her mouth to keep the sound from getting too loud. “I bet you’d love rugby.” She said, still giggling. Another sport she didn’t quite understand but it definitely seemed up Ted’s alley. She held out her arm for him to take if he wanted, more out of camaraderie than anything flirtatious. “Yes, let’s go yell at some sports players.”
“Hell, I’m terrible at rugby,” he said with a laugh as he linked his arm with hers. “I feel like I’d be running away from everyone else instead of actually scoring a goal in fear of getting dog piled.” He shook his head and sighed. He remembered playing the game with his cousins, when he was younger. Ted was a great runner, but his speed and agility were no match for his bulky cousins who’ve spent most of their lives playing the sport. “Let’s go! I hope they’ll be serving pumpkin pie later for supper. Heckling usually gets me starving, right after. Who will you be rooting for?”
andrcmeda-black:
Andromeda sighed heavily, lifting her head (and gaze) to the intruder. “I would apologize, but I think you’ll find that generally, when one is reading a book, they would prefer not to be interrupted.” She took longer than necessary, moving with an exaggerated and marked slowness, but she marked her page and shut the book, finally giving the interloper her attention. “Now, what were you saying?”
Ted pressed his lips together, not sure whether to laugh or keep silent. “Well, your book bag fell, and I wasn’t sure if I should get it or not, so I thought I’d tell you, instead,” he said, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly. He was always careful around a lot of the intolerant pureblood families since he wanted to keep out of their way as much as possible, but Andromeda Black had always been different from her sisters. Whether it was a good thing or not, Ted wasn’t really sure. “Sorry for the bother. I’ll go.”
defortescue:
It looked as though her run in had been for the best. The face of her best friend came into vision. On Alice’s to do list, seeing Ted was of high priority. Valetines Day, which to many signified nothing more than hearts and chocolate, meant that Caroline Tonk’s death anniversary was merely a week away. She could remember the very day Ted got the news. First came shock, then grief settled like a thick fog. She couldn’t imagine losing her mother, the pain that fell along with it. Alice had neglected her studies that week, focusing on the well being of her best friend instead. Ted was family to her and seeing him upset easily broke her heart into two. She’d acted as a shoulder to cry on during the time, doing her best to comfort and distract from the news. They’d only been sixth years, and the tragedy hit hard. Now, a year later, Alice had anticipated that February would be difficult. So, she came prepared.
Her lips pulled into a smile as she rummaged through her small pile of letters. The Fortescues always liked Ted, finding his kindness and humor to be genuine. Odette especially held him fondly in her heart- every year she’d send a package for him alongside Alice’s when Christmas came. “Surprisingly busy, I’ve checked too many broom closets for couples thanks to McGonagall’s orders.” She laughed. Being Head Girl was extremely glamorous. Much to her relief, she’d come up empty handed… although it was early in the day. Her fingers finally landed on a small box, with a note attached. “I had something come in for you! Maman loves giving gifts on Valentines Day.” Inside was a blend of Fortescue teas and new set of french paints, picked out by Alice. She figured even small things could help brighten up his day. “How are you?”
Ted didn’t know what he’d do without Alice and her family. The Fortescues have been nothing but hospitable every time he visited their household. He distinctly remembers the first time he stepped through their large front doors. His mother had told him that it was rude to stare and snoop, so he tried his very best to not let his curiosity get the better of him and pretty much followed Alice around like a lost puppy as she showed him around. Growing up on his family’s farm, Ted wasn’t really used to tiled floors and high ceilings, so one could imagine his awe at the modern interior design. They showed him nothing but kindness, that day, and they had only got to know him--nevermind that he was a muggleborn. He could only thank his mother for teaching him all the proper social graces. To this day, he still doesn’t know how to replay them for all that they’ve done for him, but he’s working hard, so that one day he can.
He chuckled at the box Alice conjured up. Leave it to Odette Fortescue to never miss an opportunity to give Ted a gift. “Thank you so much. Honestly, your mother might just spoil me rotten. I’ll have to write her a letter after breakfast and send her some flowers. Do you remember which ones were her favorites?” He asked as he graciously accepted the box, admiring the embossed lettering. “Well, at least you don’t have the night shift, today. I don’t know how I’m going to sterilize my eyes should I see any fornicating or whatnot,” he said with a roll of his eyes. “I still can’t get Sirius’ ass out of my memory. I think I’ve been traumatized for life!” The night shift was the only time Ted just happened to be free, today, what with club meetings, Quidditch practices, and study groups. “I’m doing alright, though I did cry a little bit after reading a letter from my dad, this morning. He’s doing well, of course. I just got a little emotional since he was being so supportive and all when I had been doubting my performance over the past few weeks.”
vileavery:
The boy almost ran into him and Kieren stepped back as well, hissing slightly under his breath. Anyone getting that close to him was bad enough, when it was Tonks, even worse. Hufflepuffs, honestly, “Of course you didn’t,” His lip curled.
“If that’s the kind of keen eye and attention to your surroundings you’re bringing to Quidditch, beating you is going to be even easier than I thought.”
Ted could see the familiar look in Avery’s eyes, but as always, he chose to ignore it. There was honestly no way to please someone like Kieran, and whatever Ted seemed to say always bothered the pureblood, so he tried his best to keep out of his way. “Fair enough,” he said with a smile. “We’ll see what happens on the pitch then. I wish you luck on this Friday’s game, Avery.”
Caroline Tonks
Edward “Ted” Tonks was sort of a miracle child, being born just as Caroline Tonks was going through menopause after trying to conceive for years. She and her husband Theodore were absolutely thrilled, and they made sure to only give him the best with the little that they had.
When Ted was around 8, his mother had began to develop a tremor. Sometimes, she’d be holding a plate and accidentally drop it while she was cleaning it. It never really occurred to Ted that it was anything of a problem. He merely chalked it up as his mother not being as young as she used to be. He and his father would make sure to help around the house and kept her from doing anything to strenuous, but as the years went by, she had only gotten worse.
When Ted was 14, he had to help her get out of bed, feed her, and occasionally give her a sponge bath, if his father couldn’t. He could see how frustrated she would get when she couldn’t do simple tasks, but he never saw her complain once. He made sure to never let her see just how worried he was, and since he barely ever saw her during the school year, he worked hard to gain top marks and take care of himself so she didn’t have to worry about him.
In the middle of Ted’s 6th year, just a week after Valentine’s Day, he got an owl from his father that told him that his mother had passed. He took a week off school and went home. The father and son pair kept it together for most of the wake, but after the burial, they couldn’t help but finally burst into tears. Ted had to go back to school the next day, and he knew just how puffy and dark his eyes looked, but no one seemed to say anything. His friends did their best to help him out with the schoolwork he had missed, and Alice was there to help him out when he got really overwhelmed.
It was silly, but after his mother passed away, he would come up to her room every night during the week of her wake, and just lay in her bed, imagining she was stroking his hair. It was one of those moments where he would rather trade his magic abilities just to have her back because all the magic in the world couldn’t peacefully bring someone back to life. Ted was an only child, so he didn’t have many people to talk to while he was growing up, his first best friends being his parents. His dad taught him about hard work, perseverance, and how to beat the odds even if he was a muggleborn. It was because of him that he was at the top of most of his classes. But it was his mother who taught him manners, social graces, how to respect everyone (men and women alike), and to appreciate art.
Sometimes he would hide in her walk-in closet and either paint, draw, read, or simply lie on the ground, taking comfort in the scent of her clothes. His mother was probably why he had such high standards of his perfect woman. He hasn’t met anyone quite like her yet.
Pumpkin
His mother got him a cat during his third year after he came back skinnier than she last saw him. “Maybe you need to learn how to take care of someone who is completely dependent on you, so you can learn the value of taking care of yourself as well.” He wasn’t sure if that logic was sound, but he was grateful for the extra company. He named the cat Pumpkin, and brought the cat with to Hogwarts. He was quick to potty train and easy to take care of. Ted just lets him wander the castle and cleans him up right before bed where the little thing jumps under the covers with him and snuggles under his arm pit. They figured out a routine together with Ted waking up a little earlier to feed him, and remembering to eat some breakfast as well. The next time he came home, his mother looked rather smug since she saw that he had put on a little weight.
defortescue:
Valentines Day. So many people had polarized opinions, falling into hatred or adornment when it came to the holiday. Alice found herself in the middle. On her calendar, it was just another date- maybe spruced up with a bit more pink and red than she cared for. Still, she would never rain on another couple’s parade if they were enjoying Valentines. That simply wasn’t Alice Fortescue’s way. Sitting in the Great Hall, Alice was going through her letters. There was one from her father; signed sealed and delivered with the Fortescue crest. The French embassy’s insignia rest in the corner. One from her mother, accompanied with a box of her favorite teas. Leave it to the french to celebrate the day of love. A small smile spread across her face as she read the words. Avec tout mon amour mère et père.
She’d been meaning to find a familiar face. Frank, Ted, maybe one of the sixth year Gryffindor boys that made her Head Girl duties difficult. Granted, Alice did have a soft spot in her heart for Potter and his gang. She’d usually let them off with a warning, never going out of her way to put them in detention. Alice could appreciate a prank every now and them, after all, what fun was life without some mischief? As she scanned the letter once more, her eyes fell on her watch. It was about time for her to start her rounds. She pushed the bench back, grabbing the letters and what was left of her drink. It seemed that someone had been heading the same direction, just barely nudging Alice as she turned around. The cup of coffee dropped to the floor, narrowly missing the stranger. Alice let out a relieved sigh, muttering a quick cleaning charm before her eyes flickered to the person.
“Merlin- I’m sorry, I didn’t see you there! No stains, no foul?” She said, her tone apologetic.
Ted was up before the sun, to the dismay of his cat, Pumpkin, who rolled around before snuggling up under the sheets. He poured some food for him before he got dressed and made sure he had everything packed for the day. It was Valentine’s day, and he wanted to make sure his father got his letters and the peonies he sent (they were his parents’ favorites). It was a sad time for the both of them since it was almost his mother’s death anniversary. It would mark the Valentine’s Day since she passed, and Ted was more worried about his father celebrating this holiday alone. He headed to the owlery and made his way to the shelves to collect his letters before making his way to the Astrology tower in the hopes that he’d have some time alone.
His father always had his heart on his sleeve, and it definitely showed in his letters.
...I don’t know what I did to deserve your mother, but I will forever be grateful because she gave me the greatest gift, and that’s you, Ted. Thank you for the flowers! I just put them in that purple vase I got your mother. I hope you do well on your N.E.W.T.S.! Please don’t be too hard on yourself. If you ever need a word of advice or someone to talk to, I’m just an owl away. Never forget that I’m always here for you, and that I’m rooting for you.
All my love,
Dad
It was a good thing he brought along a handkerchief, otherwise he would have flooded the room with his tears. He had been struggling to garner top marks this year to hopefully get an internship at St. Mungo’s, and he was on the brink of giving up when he last owled his father. It was like he gained a new ounce of confidence after reading his reply. His father always knew what to say. He dabbed at his eyes and made his way to the Great Hall for breakfast, his eyes immediately finding Alice at the Gryffindor table. He smiled as he made his way towards her before she quickly got up and almost collided with him. He laughed as he helped her clean up the mess with a cleaning charm. “It’s perfectly alright. How has your morning been? Any letters from home?”
pretty-witty-raven:
Emmeline cocked her head, brow furrowing. She didn’t follow sports, no, but she’d seen enough Quidditch matches to vaguely put names to faces and positions. “Aren’t you the Captain?” She asked, bemused. “I can definitely live with you yelling, you can’t possibly be any worse than my older brother.”
Ted laughed. “Yeah, but I just figured it was a game of who can hold the ball the longest without getting thrown off their broom,” he said jokingly. Despite his dad explaining to him all the muggle sports, he was never really drawn to them as much as he was with Quidditch. He just had a natural affinity for the sport, but it was always fun to pretend he had no clue how it worked. “Well, I did warm you,” he said with a laugh. “Let’s go then.”
dvisychainss:
“I really should be insulted by that… You know, considering we are both in the same house and we are both also Prefects meaning our paths do cross regularly…” Daisy raised her brows at Ted before she gave him a smile. “But it was an easy mistake and can be forgiven.”
“I’m not very good with faces, so I sincerely apologize,” he said sheepishly as he wracked at his sleep-deprived brain for names of the Hufflepuff prefects. “It’s Hookum, right? I think my friend might not make it. Mind if I accompany you? Maybe buy you something from Honeydukes to make up for forgetting such a lovely face?”
dvisychainss:
Daisy smiled up at the older Hufflepuff, taking a step back so that she wasn’t as close to him. “Well I am still sorry nonetheless. We can just say we were both to blame and leave it at that.” She nodded slightly. “Um, no, I’ve been enjoying these weekends since I was in third year like everyone else… “ She replied a little awkwardly, confused as to why Ted would assume that she had never been before now.
Ted adjusted the bag on his shoulder and glanced behind the younger girl quickly before turning his attention back to her. “Wait, you’re in your fifth year?” He asked incredulously. “I would never have guessed. You look a lot younger than you actually are,” he said, ruffling his hair sheepishly. “Terribly sorry, there.”
pretty-witty-raven:
“Honestly, I’m not a big sports person.” Emm confessed, feeling rather guilty. She didn’t even like Muggle sports all that much. Or at least not football despite Michel’s bone deep obsession and the fact he’d dragged her to matches their entire childhood. “But if you don’t mind that, I’d love to join you?”
Ted’s eyes widened before he got all serious and cupped a hand around his mouth. “Between you and me, neither am I,” he said, feigning seriousness before he laughed. “Honestly, I’d love the company. That is, if you can live with me yelling from my seat. Quidditch just gets me all riled up, you see.”
