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Being a good person is a choice. Don’t let people fool you into believing that truly good people never have bad thoughts, are never tempted by the easier path, by the low road, never mess up or act out selfishly. Never believe a person can be good without making a conscious effort.
Every single time you do something good, you’ve made a decision to make the world a little brighter.
Goodness is not an inherent trait, it is a choice. Keep making it! I see you, I’m proud of you, and I’m rooting for you!
WHEN: January 21st, 12:04am WHERE: Edge of the Forbidden Forrest WHO: Ted & @andromeduhblack
Ted usually wasn’t very good at surprises. He at the very least wanted to drop her a hint that he had something planned, and he had been planning since the night of the Yule Ball....after his sober brain reran every conversation the two had the entire night. Half of which he assumed he had dreamed about, but when Andromeda didn’t slap him the next time he talked to her Ted felt it was safe to assume it wasn’t a dream. But he hadn’t indicated he planned anything--- not that there was a lot of time to do so. The downside of being interested in a girl completely out of one’s league is Ted couldn’t be seen with Andromeda. It was hard to sneak around and be sure you were alone with so many people in the school, but Ted took some precautions. It was after hours, and...he wasn’t having the Slytherin meet him inside the Castle on that particularly freezing night. The note he had dropped into her bag in passing during History of Magic class likely didn’t make much sense.
Ophelia,
I know it’s an odd request, but if you want to meet me down by the edge of the Forbidden Forrest at midnight. I promise I won’t make you freeze--- I know it’s cold.
Tedward
That was all Ted gave Andromeda, and he almost talked himself out of it assuming she wouldn’t show up. He hadn’t wanted to say more because he didn’t want to give away the surprise, though he almost regretted it as he waited. Ted had arrived early to set up, and let him say it was an odd conversation when his mum asked him why he was packing his tent in his trunk over break when it was January. Luckily enough he got away without saying too much, but he was sure his mum caught on by the quick excuse of: ‘you never know?’ He had gone through the effort of setting up the tent with blankets inside. Warming charms kept the cold air at bay inside the tent--- where he wished to be right that second because he was freezing and only wearing a bloody jumper because as he double checked his list to make sure he had everything and he forgot his bloody jacket.
Hands tucked in the pockets of his trousers he looked around, keeping his wand close just in case. Hogwarts was a mess and it might not have been the smartest idea to be out past dark, nor the smartest idea to ask Andromeda to come out after dark. With the high presence of Aurors Ted hoped their only concern would be not getting caught...something he thankfully so far had achieved. The footsteps in the snow caught his attention, causing the Hufflepuff to look up. Ted didn’t move from his spot until Andromeda got closer, and that was only to meet her half way. Shrugging his shoulders, Ted let out a breath and glanced at her and then back at the tent. “You said you’ve never been camping. I’m not asking you to...sleep over with me. I know you need to be in your dorm in the morning. I just---” There was a pause, and he looked back at her. “---I just thought you’d like to see what it was like to lay outside under the stars.”
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No.Andromeda shouldn’t have been smiling as widely as she was. Her heart shouldn’thave rattled within the stony cage it was kept tightly within. She shouldn’thave felt the flush against her cheeks when he grinned at her without saying adamn thing, she shouldn’t have matched that same smile with his, and sheshouldn’t have been out there. But almost immediately she was glad he pulledher away. It felt like she was shedding skin, a dead scaly monster. Andromedawas anew. Like she could do what she wanted one night, one silly little notionfor a mere second within the world.She’d forgotten the Blacks, the purity, the careless thoughts that they weresupposed to be better than others. Thoughts, opinions she hadn’t shared withthose she claimed to love in such along time. That she was guarded, hidden was for the betterment of her family,not her. The ode to his jumping was only for Andromeda to question, even if herhands pressed into his upper leg was a daunting move. “I don’t know how you canjust bounce about on the spot all the time. When I do it it’s because I’mnervous about something.” Not that her foot wasn’t doing exactly that, one leg crossed over the other, elegantly seated likethe pureblooded princess she wasraised to be.
And you care far too much about whatpeople would think. “I—Idon’t—I do not—“ Andromeda simply,childishly, didn’t want to be accused of the very thing she was known to do. “There’snothing wrong with—carrying about what people think of you.” She murmured, avoidinghis gaze. It was all she’d done, all her life. Seek the approval of others tojustify who she was, if she mattered. She didn’t want to think about it. Slowlylicking her lips, she looked over to him. “I—“ That faint pink rose against hercheekbones once more, thankful to blame the cold air around them. “I don’t—“There was that tone, something hidden behind his words, her voice caught in herthroat for a moment. “I don’t want you to get sick, that’d be terrible, youpractically live outside it seems—do you even like the indoors?” She did. She thrived for them. Even if she wasn’tfeeling the cold that night, wrapped in a scent that was particular to stay onher mind later that night. He’d been fascinating in theforever-look-but-never-touch kind of ideal. Here he was, close. Leaning in. Hisjacket draped on her frame, as she stared. It was one night. She would have toremind herself. But consider it careless if Ted Tonks held more of aninteresting personality in his pinkyfinger than Rodolphus Lestrange did in his entire body. How dangerous thespectrum must’ve been between them.
One lad,born and bred for the world she was raised in. The boy she should’ve fallenhead over heels at the thought of, bespoke and beseeches anyone who dare forget she was soon to be Madam Lestrange as soon as school wasfinished. And here was the other boy.Devilish grin, lazy look. He dared pull her from the school, he offered her hisjacket, and he questioned her when she didn’t want to be questioned, called outon anything she did. Andromeda fellsilent for a moment. No. She couldn’tcompare them, it didn’t seem fair. One didn’t stand a chance—and one she didn’tstand a chance with. She smiled up atthe one she didn’t stand a chance with.That she hadn’t smiled this much since term started, her cheeks almost hurtwith glee. “Do you lie to protect yourself?” She asked, curious. Was he likeher? Too scared to become what she should’ve been, too pathetic to be as braveas Sirius—take that leap. “I hate lying but I have too.” And it was a dangeroussubmission, coming to terms with a truth she couldn’t elaborate on to him. Withthe cold, and some sense of just… takinga shot, she slid closer, wrapping his jacket around her torso, tilting her headslightly to look up. “I like Edward.” Her voice fell, whispering the name likeit spoke to some silly secret only the two of them shared. “I like Ted too.” And she giggled slightly. “AndI think drunk me likes Tedward.” Shelaughed under her breath at the thought of it, nose scrunched in embarrassment.The mention of the Muggle world, she disagreed physically, shaking her head. “Yes,but the difference between you and I is you got the chance to try that out, and I’ll never have that moment.” There was an achein her voice, desperate to see a world, properly, without the shadows thatfollowed her. “I don’t get moments like that, so…” She didn’t say anything elseto it.
“Oh, right—the seeker.” She paid attention in Quidditch. Lately, for a differentreason. She even finally went to the games this year. “I don’t know how the lotof you do it, I hate flying.” Sheadmitted sheepishly, embarrassed. Drunk enough to spit it out. “You don’t soundlike a mess…” Andromeda’s response was soft, avoiding his gaze. “Fine, fine—I—Ilove the stars. I—I take all the classes to be something I know I won’t get tobe. I…” Every sense of something fell from her face. “I hate the world I livein.” Tongue perched between her teeth. “See what I mean when you get to know meyou learn things you shouldn’t.” Her frown was clear, even in the darkness. “Pleasedon’t tell anyone I told you that. It’s not,” She sighed softly. “It’s notsomething I tell anyone.” Not until now. She thought. That shewanted to forget it. Wanted to forget it all, and then he said—she blinked. And you may come from a family with a strictview of the world, but yet here you are flirting with me. So call me crazy, butI’m interested in the reasoning behind Andromeda Black slumming it with the likes of me. Her mouth open. “Are you always soforward about your thinking?” She said, darkened gaze searching his. “I wasn’t—I’m—I—“Abashed, she shook her head. “You’re flirting with me, Tonks, don’tthrow stones when you’re doing exactly the same thing!” Yes. That wasgood. It had to be considerable that to avoid such an obvious accusation,defiantly crossing her arms against her chest. “So—so what if I am, what do you—youwant me to stop?” If I even knew how. She thought.
The snowthat collided with his face came from years of aiming for her cousins. But whenhe stood, that was another thing. He staggered in height compared to hers,gingerly taking one step back as steady as a drunk in heels on cobblestonecould. Not that it served any purpose, being scooped up in his arms, as the suddenshriek left her lips, laughter followed, arms wrapping around his neck so shedidn’t slip. “I could throw you in the Black Lake too—“ It was poorly executed,tongue-in-cheek kind of comment as she grinned. He carried her, and she triedto see where they were going. “You underestimate me, Tonks, you’ll regret it, I’vegot good aim, I can do about a hundred of those without failure.” Shethreatened, referencing her snowballs. Breath caught in her throat for amoment, holding on, her gaze searching his. Anylast words before I let go? She looked over her shoulder. “No—no, youwouldn’t dare—“ But her voice wasmuffled, free as the snow surrounded her, like a small poof in the air. “You bloodyass, Ted Tonks!” When Andromeda stood, brushing off the snow, there wasn’tanger in her voice, nothing to bite back the happiness that be fell her. Snowin her heels, on her dress, dug deep into the crevices of his jacket, as sheclimbed out of the pile. “Any last words?” She mocked him, not giving enoughtime before she made a move. Stepping forward, one good shove to watch him fall into the taller pile behind him. If she wasgoing to be covered head to toe like some silly snowman, so would he.
As she spoke Ted figured Andromeda was arguing just for the sake of arguing--- she knew the exact fault he pointed out with the way she couldn’t meet his gaze as she told him he was wrong. “I care what people think about me, too,” Ted argued easily; he had no problem pointing out the things it seemed the middle Black daughter turned a blind eye to. “Well, at least people I care about. I wouldn’t want my mum to be disappointed in me--- the bloody woman raised me when she had no means of raising one kid...let alone two. My sister Angie is my biggest supporter; it would break my heart if I ever did anything to make her think less of me. The difference is you seek approval for everything so you don’t step out of line. But you’re not stepping out of line. You’re having fun--- you’re living. You’re not hurting anyone by doing what you want for once, Dromeda. I mean, fuck---” Ted tried not to curse all too often, but it slipped out, “if you had one whole day to do whatever you wanted without consequences, what would you do?”
Even though he couldn’t understand what she was going through, Ted knew she came from the same family who basically exiled Sirius for not doing exactly what they wanted. The Hufflepuff was tempted to say she might be better off without her family too, but from the little he had already talked to Andromeda he could tell her family was very important to her. He wasn’t going to let his frustrations get in the way and say something which wasn’t his place to say. Andromeda Black was beautiful and intelligent, but she could be incredibly thick when she wanted to be the Hufflepuff noted. It wasn’t his place to try to make her see that, even though he was trying.
“I live in a pretty small flat. The entirety of my mum’s flat is probably smaller than your bedroom. There are three of us there, and when the kids who live around us aren’t getting along with each other we might have someone else sleeping over on the couch or around on the floor. It can get pretty crowded,” Ted admitted with a shrug. One time Michelle--- a girl who lived in the same building as Ted, was fighting with her boyfriend and she and her two younger brothers stayed in the Tonks’ flat for three weeks. It had been an awfully tight squeeze over the summer, but they made it work. “Not to mention loud. I was a shy kid, so I’d go outside a lot when it was feeling cramped. Over time I think being inside too long just makes me feel more restless than I already am.”
Andromeda might think she was the one talking about too much, but through their short conversations he’d told the girl more about his family and home life than most knew. Well, besides Mary of course. The Gryffindor girl had been around since they were kids and knew first hand how much of a mess his home life could be. Though the girl was a gift from above because she stuck around nonetheless and even befriended his family, not to mention some of the “extended” family which lived around him. “Not usually to protect me. I like to think I don’t lie too much, at least I try not to. Just keep things so people don’t worry. I wouldn’t even know how to tell my family what a mess things are here. It’s easier for them not to worry constantly--- though it’s likely mum still does.” Ted wore his heart on his sleeve, but he tried not to let his family know about the bad things going on at Hogwarts. He tried not to tell them people didn’t like him because he was born from muggles, that there was very likely a war going on because people didn’t like each other. “Tedward,” he mused, shaking his head with a chuckle. “You can call me whatever you’d like. I’m not particular about my name.” As she shook her head at him Ted had to keep from rolling his eyes at her. “Who’s to say you wouldn’t have the chance? It’s not like they’d find you there. I couldn’t imagine you stumbling upon your parents in muggle London.”
It was a miracle Ted picked up Quidditch as easily as he did. He hadn’t been too big into sports--- football with the neighborhood kids had been about the most of it. However, when he came to Hogwarts the sport intrigued him. He didn’t try out young like a lot of other students--- Ted made the team late in his years at school just because he was too nervous to try out. He had enjoyed flying before he got into Quidditch nonetheless; the feeling of being suspended in mid air was freeing. Tumbling down towards the ground only to pull up at the last second. It was a miracle he hadn’t been to the Hospital Wing more than he already had over the years. “You’ve never been flying properly then. It’s brilliant. Add it to the list of things you’ll need to try,” he said with a grin. The brunette then listened to her talk: I hate the world I live in. He wanted to make it better. Ted was naturally a caring person, but he couldn’t recall a time he ever wanted to go out of his way to help someone who more or less obviously wouldn’t want his help. All in all, Ted Tonks wouldn’t do much to help Andromeda Black, but only make her life worse. Why was he so selfish? “How about I promise not to tell your secrets if you promise not to tell mine?” He offered with an easy enough smile, trying to offer her some semblance of peace in her decision to talk to him. You’re flirting with me, Tonks, don’t throw stones when you’re doing exactly the same thing! His grin turned into a smirk as he carelessly shrugged his shoulders. “I never said I wasn’t flirting with you. You’re gorgeous and brilliant and fun to converse with. Why wouldn’t I flirt with you?” he asked, rather boldly--- blame the liquid courage. “But you, Black, have an endless list of reasons not to. So, why do you?” He certainly didn’t want her to stop.
It was funny to think about Andromeda having spent years perfecting her aim during her childhood throwing snowballs at her friends and family. So there was someone in there who knew how to loosen up a little. “I don’t doubt you in the slightest, love. I saw firsthand you have a brilliant arm,” he commented with a cheeky grin. Not long after that the Hufflepuff dropped the Slytherin in the snow pile, stepping back and laughing as he watched her climb out. You bloody ass, Ted Tonks! He didn’t have anything to say because he was too busy laughing, nor did he stop laughing at her next comment. Suddenly Andromeda was pushing him backwards into the snowbank behind him. Ted landed with a thud, and he was still laughing. This was a million times better than the bloody ball. “I deserved that,” Ted said through his laughter, finally standing to brush the majority of the snow off. “Here.” He stepped forward and reached into the pocket of his jacket she was wearing, retrieving his wand to first cast a drying charm on Andromeda and then himself. “I wouldn’t want to ruin your dress.”
Do you know why I always kiss you goodbye when you leave? Because a tiny part of me thinks worries that it will be the last time I see you. I fear something terrible will happen while you’re out and I’ll never know about it. I’ll never get a call from you; everything will just go silent. I worry that I’ll never see my favorite face again or feel your arms wrapped around me. With each passing minute, my anxiety will grow and my hope will fade. You were supposed to be home hours ago, and I’ve still heard nothing. I guess I’m just preparing myself for the worst because I know my heart couldn’t take it. So, it may just seem like a kiss to you, but it’s so much more than that to me…
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Her heart jumped. In the way she knew she was doing something wrong, in the way she didn’t stop nor turn back. In the way she didn’t shuffle her footsteps, like trying to dig them onto the concrete ground when she walked into the Great Hall with Rod earlier. Andromeda was lifting them, running with him. Away from the school, wandering eyes, the judgemental cloud that hung above her head. The nattering of what she should do, and who she should be, and what she should say and think and feel—it felt like shedding a skin, as she moved alongside of him, falling in line. It was echoed, the small smile, the exuberated shock that befell Andromeda. It wasn’t his fault, as much as it was the adrenaline, the rule breaking, the unnecessary bequest to do and be and say everything that would upset those who loved her most. That guilty voice would always be there.
But freedom, even temporary, was something she craved desperately. How he’d moved, taken her from the crowd and she followed, like there wouldn’t be a path she could get hurt on, and he was gentle. Did she allow the slip up? One night wouldn’t hurt. Fascination hit her like a brick with him. She’d seen him, she’d been constantly looking at him—but she didn’t notice him. And there’d been no doubt in her mind, he’d never heard her until that night in the tower. And now tonight. “You trust me too…” She repeated, nodding slowly. “What a silly, silly, mistake.” Cheeks flushed, blaming the liquor from the juice she’d shared with her sister, unable to hide the grin against her lips, like it was electric. He spoke of his home, and she was confused. How out of place it would’ve been, how dangerous it would’ve been, someone like her. No wonder they keep selling us off to stay away from another world. She considered silently, the smile faltering.
But it wasn’t as much as when his leg shook. Andromeda reached over, both hands pushing against the joint, as brows shot up. “Why are you so jumpy?” She half-shouted, a result of the intoxication flowing in her veins. “I don’t bite.” She recalled to her first comment when they’d spoken properly. This time it was accompanied with smile, one that had the tip of her tongue perched between her teeth, and yes, Andromeda was far too close for her sober self to know it was wrong. That her sober self would’ve been shouting that she had a fiancé somewhere in the castle, and even if she was comically nervous about becoming his wife still, there was no need to be all but flirting with another boy. A boy like Ted Tonks. They very idea that her family scorned, belittled and caged her from getting too close too. Even with them around here I’d sleep outside here on the Grounds. “You sleep outside?” She spoke with wonderment, eyes searching his. “I don’t do that, people would come looking.” People. She thought. Rodolphus, Bellatrix, Narcissa, Alecto… The list went on. “Well, good. Because—because you could catch a cold, and if you did I wouldn’t be able to stop it and then you’d be sick and—“ She stopped, looking back to him. “And you’d be sick.” She whispered.
“Are you a good liar, Ted?” She asked. “Teddy? Ted-ward?” That last one was met with a confused expression. “Teddy. Or Ted. Do you even like to be called Edward?” She asked him, and yes—Andromeda did know his real name. But all the same. “Every time I lie to them, I feel guilty. I love them—“ And she did. She really did. “They’re my family… I guess… the lie would have to be worth it. Like tonight—I definitely won’t be telling them I was here with you.” She whispered, looking away from him, hands held onto the bench for support, as the light smell of cigarette smoke drifted from his jacket. For once, it was a welcomed scent. Like it especially his. “They would get mad at you if they ever found out. So—so it’s best tonight is our little secret.” Andromeda didn’t want to look at him, shame echoed from her. She hated lying, being a liar, dishonesty radiating out of her. “Besides, I wouldn’t even know what to do with my free time, I mean, Christmas is around the corner, and—and I could never lie and then escape, I’d be a mess in the Muggle World.” Another reason to keep her from it.
“Really?” It sounded as bad as she considered the surprise to his quip. She’d had endless ball gowns, expensive fabrics lined up in a closet, collecting dust, one after the other. Andromeda had looked the part in the finest clothing, diamonds. Regality met no end when it came to being a Black family member. Even now—the dress was to be worn tonight, and possibly discarded once she sent it back to her mother. It was endless, the needless money they held. But she knew no other life. No other means where she didn’t have everything she wanted at her feet. It made Andromeda consider all that made her unhappy when she could have it all. And I may not know you all that well, but I want to get to know you. Her breath caught in her throat. Wide-stare, almost forgetting what she was doing with his tie, as hands fumbled from the comment.
He wanted to get to know her? Her? Andromeda Black? “There’s—“ Her voice was terribly soft. “There’s really not much to know about me.” Not what the school hadn’t told him about her family. “I’m Andromeda—Im’ a seventh year, I’m in Slytherin,” She was listing the obvious. “I love the stars.” And I’m unable to choose my own happiness. That was her own thought, one she wouldn’t share. One Sirius knew of. Another secret. “You’re probably infinitely more interesting than me, I mean, you live in the Muggle world—all I am is a little rich girl from a family who—who sees the world in one way.“ She shook her head. There were many ways to describe the Black family. Monstrous was one of them. She’d meant the gesture as a joke, as an appeal of affection that didn’t come forward to even her fiancé, but as he pulled her forward, she forgot to breathe, eyes locking with his.
Andromeda felt hooked, like some no good scoundrel like Ted Tonks would break that endless cycle of rules and rituals her family held. She didn’t break the bond, shifting closer, unable to bite back the flush of her cheeks, pink—she could blame the cold air that night. “You don’t think this is annoying?” She asked him, tilting her head. “Oh, Ted.” And then, like shedding a silk robe, she let go. “Oh, Teddy, Ted, Tedward.” Andromeda stood, still laden in his jacket, and hidden from the view of the world, just the two of them, as she wobbled on too high heels and the cobblestone of the castle grounds. “I am so annoying. Ask my cousin, I can be a real pain when I want to be!” She meant it was Sirius, but could never expose that kind of secret to anyone. “For one—“ She had bent down to the snow pile as she spoke, grasping and forming a snowball, as she stood up, cradling it to her chest, hidden under the sleeves of his jacket as she moved closer. “I know if you don’t quit smoking, you’ll get a face full of snow.” She whispered, grinning and laughing as she tossed the snowball, watching it hit her mark.
He regarded her comment about his misplaced trust with a roll of his eyes and a chuckle, but not much else. Ted Tonks likely put his trust in people far too quickly. He put his trust forward others had good intentions, with his friendship, and other things like that most would probably reserve a bit longer. He always let people prove they were bad rather than making them prove they were good. The Hufflepuff liked to look at the world as a glass half full rather than half empty, even if the year had been making it harder. Ted wasn’t blind to the things going on around Hogwarts even if he didn’t vocalize his thoughts about it all too much. The world had enough negativity spread through it without him adding to it naturally. However, he wouldn’t say he was completely naive. Ted’s trust towards things such as his family was much more guarded--- talking about muggles with certain people didn’t seem like such a smart idea.
Why are you so jumpy? The accusation startled him, light brown hues moving to where her hands settled on his knee. Ted more often than not was always moving some way or another. Frank even swore he couldn’t stay still when he was sleeping, and even if Ted didn’t have much proof he believed it. His anxious movements were put to a halt. I don’t bite. A grin settled on the man’s lips and he shook his head. “It’s not your fault. I’ve always had a hard time sitting still.” The Hufflepuff then stretched out his legs in front of him, less likely for his leg to bounce when he wasn’t immediately paying attention to keeping still. “And you care far too much about what people would think.” Sure, there were plenty of people Ted cared about. He would always take his mother’s or younger sister’s opinions to heart because they meant the world to him. However, he couldn’t imagine living a life where his loved ones picked apart every aspect of his life to scrutinize. “You really don’t want me to get sick, do you?” He was teasing her again. “You’re in luck, Dromeda. My immune system isn’t all that bad--- common colds are usually the worst of it.”
“It would depend on who you’d ask.” Ted could never get a lie through his younger sister, even when she was younger. Over the previous summer when he had spent the night over at his neighbor’s and got drunk he spent the entire next day dealing with Angie saying ‘You could’ve looked further than our next door neighbor so I don’t have to talk to the person you slept with’. It certainly made for a shitty hangover, and he tried lying his way out of it. He really did. Ted had quickly realized it was easier to just groan and nod rather than arguing. “I’ve always gone by Ted. Nobody besides my mum calls me Edward--- and she’s never called me Ted; said if she wanted that to be my name she’d have named me it when I was born.” He wasn’t going to say he was surprised Andromeda even knew that was his name, but he was. “And I don’t think you’d be a mess in the Muggle world. Well, maybe the first time. But if you went there enough you’d get used to it. I got used to this...” Ted trailed off, gesturing around them before he continued. “It didn’t happen the first day--- it was a lot to take in actually being surrounded by magic, but I learned enough to make it a normal everyday thing for me.”
He couldn’t understand why she thought she’d be the boring one. It was almost as if Andromeda didn’t understand why he’d want to bother in the first place. Ted thought she had it the opposite way around. He wondered why she’d even give him the time of day of sitting next to her, let alone listen to Ted talk about his life and things which interested him. But she did...and Ted wanted to know why. What made Andromeda Black so different from the people who surrounded her? As she listed off her name and other things Ted already knew he grinned, shaking his head at the Slytherin. “I’m hardly that interesting. I’m Ted--- Hufflepuff who made the Quidditch team much easier than any academic work...I hate sitting still long enough to study. I love being outside and am an annoyingly overprotective older brother--- at least so I’m reminded often enough. I don’t drink too much which is why I probably have sounded like a complete mess the past twenty minutes.” None of that sounded as interesting as what she had to say, and as Ted held her hand in his he shrugged his shoulders. “And you may come from a family with a strict view of the world, but yet here you are flirting with me. So call me crazy, but I’m interested in the reasoning behind Andromeda Black slumming it with the likes of me.” Flirting. Ted hadn’t meant to quite call her out, but he was curious all the same.
Then she was stepping away from him, and for a second he thought he pushed her too far. Oh, Teddy, Ted, Tedward. Tedward. Ted smiled, watching her with a hint of curiosity. He completely missed her picking up the snowball, but he didn’t get much of a chance to say anything before said snowball hit him square in the face. Good aim, Andromeda. Using just his sleeve the Hufflepuff wiped away the majority of the snow before his gaze moved back up to the Slytherin standing before him looking awfully proud of herself. She looked cute, too. “You’re lucky you look as good as you do otherwise you’d find yourself in the Black lake, love.” That was all he said before darting forward, not caring if he pushed the boundary they might have. It took Ted no time at all to scoop her up, wearing his grin proudly as he did. “I should warn you I’m a bit competitive at heart, so if you start a fight I can’t help but pick up the gauntlet,” he taunted, walking as he spoke. Ted stopped in front of a pile of snow which had been made from the paths created for the students to walk. “Any last words before I let go?”
It’s us against the world, Kid.
Casey Deidrick as Edward ‘Ted’ Tonks Mackenzie Foy as Angela ‘Angie’ Tonks
andromeda black & ted tonks;
“I wish I could explain your eyes, and how the sound of your voice gives me butterflies. How your smile makes my heart skip a beat and how every time I’m with you, I feel so complete.”
“Hate takes energy. Love gives vibes.”
CHRISTMAS PRESENTS
Brought to you by Ted Tonks. Christmas of 1977.
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“So your dad’sa giant, and your mum’s a human, interesting…” Andromeda muttered underher breath, nodding her head slowly. Lips pursed, forcing back the grin thatwanted to appear. Was it rebellion? The good nature he exuded? Was it that heseemed as timid as she was, or that it was the very obvious nature of it. He wasa muggleborn. She was a member of the most prestigiousfamily name in Wizarding History. Breaking free had never been optional for Andromeda,to find something to cling to and say she didit. She took that chance, she got to know someone who was completely unlikeher. Like catching glimpses through a curtain swaying with a gentle breeze,that’s what it felt like to her. “That explains the freakish height you’ve gotgoing on.” She finally quipped. “And I’ll have you know, I’m of average height. You’re the abnormal one.”Looking down, Andromeda didn’t take much to the tug, but it was far gentlerthan she anticipated. Footsteps shuffled, two to every single step he took, asshe looked over her shoulder. The further they moved the less she was seen. The less anyone would catch her.She allowed Ted to lead her away from the castle entrance, flooded with adrenaline.Rod couldn’t find her, and she’d be fine with that. Bella, Cissa, Alecto—it’dall be wise they didn’t see themchatting. Andromeda wouldn’t hear the endof it.
Sneakingabout was bad. No wonder Sirius loves thrills. She thought to herself, slowlycoming to a stop as the benches came into sight. Seated, tucking her dressunderneath her. She hated the tact, the way it was ingrained inside of hermind. Tuck your skirt, and cross yourankles. Her mother would always say. Backstraight, head high—and there was no refuting such a claim, falling intothat exact position as she sat downnext to him, hands folded in her lap. Not that you could see them with thejacket hanging off her frame. She listened as he explained. “Well, I’ll keep itsafe.” She half-whispered, dropping her gaze, avoiding his eyes. If she lookedat him, she’d see someone she wanted to learnmore from, and if she sat closer, she’d become too tempted. Liquor, the cold,the night sky, it was becoming an intoxication. Perhaps a lovely memory to satisfy a sad life without an opinion.Andromeda considered in silence. “Don’t laugh—“ She shook her head. “You could’vegotten sick,” She pulled out a hand from the sleeve, just to tick things off herfingers for good measure, holding up her free hand to his face as she spoke. “Youcould’ve been cursed, crushed by snow, eaten by something—like centaurs. Or—unicorns,or the rest of your giant familysince that’s clearly what you are, a half-giant.”
You’ve never pitched a tent and sleptunder the stars with the fire crackling beside you? Andromeda’s brows knitted together,a snort falling from her lips. “Yes, I can see my mum just being over the moon at the idea of me ever getting myway long enough to sleep under the stars.” She shook her head. Andromeda would’vebeen locked in her room for good measure, just to ensure she wouldn’t dosomething so vile. Dirt, bugs—and something about mudbloods would’ve gotten at the middle child for Druella’s girls. Whenhe let go of her wrist, Andromeda watched the movement, lifting her eyes tohis, before turning away. No. There should’ve been no comfort in a man she barely knew holding onto her. Nor in soeasily speaking to him. How could she do this with Ted, and cringe at her fiancé? “Believeme when I say I want nothing to do with a crown.”In her own way, it was meant differently. The entitlement of her life wassomething she would’ve shed happily. She stood, pushing the sleeves of hisjacket up instead of taking it off, as she reached, tugging gently at the tieto loosen it. “Has no one ever taught you how to tie a tie?” She asked,flipping up his collar, and beginning to work, tucking it back under the collar,moving slowly. It was a moment, as she worked, when hands stopped. “You have to quit, it’s for your health. Doyou think anyone wants to see you die?” That felt heavy. The pit of her stomach sunk, knowing very well those shelived with, considered her greatest treasures—in all their faults. They would’ve wanted someone like him dead. “Tonks,you don’t know me very well.” No one did.“But believe it or not—I like to get my way in some things. And if I say you’re going to quit, because it’llbe good for you, you should believe I’ll find a way to convince you to quit. I’m very persuasive when I want to be.” Butthe annotation of it meaning something else had her blushing. “I—I mean, I—”She stammered. “I’ll just… be annoying about it mostly.” She straightened thecollar, flipping it down, and moving to be seated once more. “See?” She flickedthe end of his tie with her hand. “Much better. Perhaps if you stop smoking, I’llshow you how to do that next time.”
Andromeda’s sisters weren’t the only ones Ted didn’t want to see them. He had seen her with Rodolphus Lestrange and heard whispers about the two’s engagement. The Hufflepuff didn’t want either of them risking getting on his bad side--- well, Ted could live with it himself, but he didn’t want Andromeda to have any repercussions which could get back to her family. All because he was curious about someone he shouldn’t be and Andromeda had too much to drink and seemed to be throwing caution to the wind. He couldn’t imagine someone like her holding him too much attention, otherwise...what would she see in someone like him? Ted might have been questioning his every action in his mind, but on the outside he was eagerly leading the girl away to spend more time with her. And he was interested, even if Ted thought he was stupid. She seemed so different from expectations. What was it? He wanted to learn more about her.
“I trust you to,” Ted said, sincerely enough even with the grin on his lips. Sat next to her he looked much more relaxed and laid back, though the much-too-big jacket was a nice addition to look out of place on her. The Hufflepuff was leaning back against the bench, knee pulled up to his chest, and his elbow rested comfortably on his knee. His leg which rested on the ground still bounced every few seconds, but Ted Tonks always had a hard time sitting completely still. “Sick is the only thing my mum could hold against it. We were in the muggle world--- no magical creatures around to worry about. Even with them around here I’d sleep outside here on the Grounds. Preferably during warmer weather.” The brunette gave a sheepish shrug. “Just because I’ve done it doesn’t mean I’d like to sleep out in the cold again.”
He listened to her with at least the attempt of understanding. Ted would never want to blatantly go against his mother if she told him something, but he couldn’t understand the ridiculous rules Andromeda must have had to deal with he never did. Sure, there were perks--- Ted’s family wouldn’t know what to do with the amount of money the Blacks had, but if that meant giving up his freedom he’d rather stay poor. Imagining having to marry someone just because your parents told you to...Ted couldn’t even begin to understand. “Have you tried lying? You’ve got plenty of friends and family. Say you’re going somewhere your mother would accept and sneak away for an evening to do whatever you want. She’d never know.” Ted rarely had to do the whole sneaking around thing growing up, at least when it came to his mother. She was working so much she wasn’t around to see, but his younger sister was a completely different story. Angie always liked to pretend she was older than she really was.
“Probably once or twice when I was younger, but I’ve never really had a reason. I’ve never had a suit until a couple weeks ago,” he admitted with a shrug, watching as she stood to fix his tie. Even when Ted went to his cousins wedding the summer prior he just wore dress pants and a collared shirt rather than going above and beyond, but most of the guests had dressed down anyway. “You have a knack for dramatics,” he noted with a chuckle and shook his head. “And I may not know you all that well, but I want to get to know you.” Maybe he wouldn’t be as honest, but the liquid courage helped him. As she fixed his tie the entire time Ted watched, that silly smile still in place. When she flicked his tie Ted caught her hand before she could pull away--- good reflexes from the few years he had been playing Seeker for the Hufflepuffs Quidditch team. His grip was a little tighter than before, but this time he was teasing her rather than trying to quickly lead her away from other students. “If this is you annoying it doesn’t seem all that bad,” he remarked, thumb unconsciously rubbing over the back of her hand he held.
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