“i call this an espresso squared,” announced amelia, holding up a steaming mug of coffee per demonstration. “four espressos, in one mug. a bit of a heart attack in a cup, perhaps but … coffee is just bean juice, so it can’t be that bad.” her jittering leg told a different story but amelia wasn’t one to focus on such details, especially not with plenty of things on her plate. between her schoolwork, headgirl duties and stress regarding the war — well, there was little time left for considering her inner demons and her lack of sleep. “works miracles, this stuff.”
ted raised an amused yet wary eyebrow, cradling his own ( much more sensible ) cup of tea. ❛ — oh, i’m sure you’re seeing ALL kinds of miracles with that amount of caffeine. ❜ he took a sip from his tea, glancing at her jittering leg. ❛ — shouldn’t it be an espresso squared squared, since there are four of them ? an espresso DOUBLE squared ? ❜
❛ — ALRIGHT, tell you what. ❜ though ted was speaking quietly, his voice, friendly but firm, still carried through the abandoned moonlit halls of hogwarts. abandoned, that is, except for the third year he’d just caught cozying up with a cigarette well past curfew. ❛ — if you head straight back to gryffindor tower, and PROMISE never to let me catch you with one of these again – ❜ he shook the cigarette pack he’d confiscated from the younger student. ❛ — i won’t take any points from gryffindor or tell mcgonagall what you were up to. sound FAIR ? ❜
the third year hesitated, looking equal parts angry and grateful, then reluctantly grasped ted’s outstretched hand in a handshake. ❛ — great. now s c a t. and remember … ❜ ted paused, tilting his head ever so slightly down at him and allowing the silence to stretch out unbroken for a few more seconds. ❛ — NEVER break a promise with a slytherin. we don’t take kindly to liars. ❜ he watched the boy eyes widen before he scampered off into the darkness, and bit back a laugh. gryffindors. how they loved their ghost stories.
tapping a confiscated cigarette from the box into the palm of his hand, he balanced it between his lips and had just lit the end with his wand when he caught a flash of movement out of the corner of his eye. he glanced over at the intruder with a cocked brow, allowing himself an indulgent drag from the cigarette before he spoke again. ❛ — and what’s YOUR excuse ? ❜
SDKFSD i almost Forgot ,,,.. if u wanna plot n have d.iscord u can reach me at beezus christ#3964 bc i will probably reply faster there !! but tumblr messaging works too if disco.rd aint ur thing
what’s poppin my dudes !! i’ve gotta say, i haven’t properly read all your intros yet but i have skimmed them and just ...,,, wow ???? the Talent ?? listen i am blown away. anyways to start off my intro, a lil bit about me: i’m bee ( she/her ), i’m from canada, i'm a second yr math major so i might not be active every single day ( but i do love procrastinating so we’ll see ) and i can probably quote the 2005 pride & prejudice off by heart. now onto my boi ted !! not sure i love love michel biel for him but we’ll see how it goes
* ╰ ( MICHEL BIEL ) ┋ have you met ( EDWARD “TED” TONKS ) ? ( he ) reminds me of ( boy forgotten: oil on canvas. a remnant of softness in a practice-makes-perfect chrysalis. snake skin, muggle blood. a threadbare jacket worn as armour, polished veneer marred only by that chip on your shoulder. tongue fluent in loopholes and sharp as sin. wind-chapped knuckles smoothed by herbal lotion, wind-chapped lips sweetened by honey and apple. sea glass worn smooth, turned over and over in your pocket. black tea past midnight. cold fingers, warm eyes, and a quicksilver smile. the smoke of a candle blown out. a skeptic’s wish. a study in dichotomy: are you the wolf, my dear, or are you his prey ? fingers stained with newspaper ink, the first thawing of spring ice, and hand-me-down hope you haven’t quite taught yourself to forget. ). a ( twenty one ) year old ( eleventh ) year ( slytherin ), the ( architect ) is known to be ( charismatic & self-reliant ), yet ( obsessive & resentful ). that explains why they’re majoring in ( wizarding law ). rumour has it, ( ted ) is siding with ( the neutrals ) in the solemn war that blazes just beyond the horizon.
pinterest !
i was gonna write a fancy nice intro but it was taking too much time so you get this rambly mess
if u get adam parrish vibez from this intro thats …,, very valid sdkfsk he is a large character inspo
from the moment edward tonks was born, he was ted. just ted. it suited him better, the scrawny premature baby that he was, born into a family not made of money, but something that was equal parts desperation and love
ted’s family didn’t have much, and they had even less when his dad left their family when ted was only ten for a woman he’d been seeing on the side
suffice to say ted doesn’t like his father very much
so his mother was left working double shifts bagging groceries at tesco to try and provide for ted & his younger sister nora ( five years younger than ted so she was five when their dad left, and sixteen now ), and ted helped out as much as he could
when ted was growing up, he was a lot more creative & idealistic than he is now. he used to write a lot especially ! creative short stories, thoughtful op-ed pieces, tongue-in-cheek poetry, drawing inspiration from the most unlikely of places
he didn’t grow up in a super wealthy part of dublin, and so his elementary school was underfunded and understaffed, the teachers overworked and the students unmotivated, but ted was the kid who everyone expected to make something of himself
he actually had some of his writing published in a young authors collection ! wow go ted
anyways and then his dad left and then hogwarts happened and ted had to deal with all the shit that comes from being a lower class muggleborn slytherin and he stopped writing as much
he kept his head high though, proud and stubborn as fuck, and kept his hand-me-down uniform impeccably ironed and washed and folded neatly in his drawer
ted is slytherin as Fuck btw. like this isn’t me sorting him into slytherin for a Fun New Twist ( well it is but also i couldn’t see ted being in any other house )
he is ambitious and clever and self-preserving and resourceful and competitive and charming and ruthless and family-oriented
now ted is tall and serious and sharp-edged, a far cry from the sickly baby he once was, but the name’s still stuck. ted, a soft name from a softer time. the only hint there’s still remnants of whimsy left in this boy
he was chosen to be a slytherin prefect and wears the title with pride ! takes no shit but does no harm. he especially keeps an eye out for the few other slytherin muggleborns at hogwarts
i’d think he’s probably pretty well liked at hogwarts – probably known for keeping a level head and a clever tongue. he knows how to make people like him & uses it to his advantage
forgive and forget ? ted doesn’t know her. resent and remember
we can see the chip on your shoulder ted
he’s considerate and warm but like … he won’t go out of his way to stand up for muggle rights or anything. it’s that Politics Mood where no matter what he does, it never seems to make a difference. so in typical slytherin fashion he’s just focusing on himself now, aiming to get a cushy job in the ministry
little bit over-focused on money but that’s what happens when you don’t grow up with it
like he’d absolutely take a lucrative but boring job he doesn’t like over a poorly paying job he loves ( right now at least ). he’s cynical like that. do you think he’s taking wizarding law bc he enjoys it ? nah. it’s for those galleonsss
probably has had at max one serious relationship, maybe a couple shorter flings, but ted is way too focused on his independence to be a good boyfriend tbh
idk why but nfwmb by hozier gives me strong ted vibes ?
capricorn sun cancer moon
lawful neutral in the most slytherin way possible. this boy knows how to find loopholes
intj as fuck !! i gave him the label the architect just cause i was feeling it for him and then just now i was like hm what mbti type is ted ? he seems like an intj. and lo and behold the mbti role for intj is the architect
he likes tea but not coffee
someone please make him less cynical n teach him there’s still good in the world
the most important thing to adam parrish, though, had always been free will, the ability to be his own master. this was the important thing. it had always been the important thing. this was what it was to be adam.
do you ever just ache to be within old architecture? to exist in the presence of historical buildings? to gaze at old paintings from faraway, and then study their brushstrokes up close? to marvel at exquisite chandeliers, study the curves and angles of a breathtaking sculpture, or walk across marble floors? i do.
It is the boy
with inkstained dreams
and a star-soaked heart.
Watch him weave the
shattered pieces of the universe
back together
with rust-covered hands.
His palms crack under the weight
and his shoulders quiver,
but he reminds himself:
Atlas has done it.
So can he.
