Phe Bear (AU)

“She lives in Morocco, that is hardly far with the use of magic, we can floo or disapperate to one another. Yes, I fully intend to keep her in my life after Hogwarts, why wouldn’t I? She is one of my closes friends, I have no intention of throwing that away just because we no longer attend school together.” He shrugged. Theodore’s face dropped as Phoebus mentioned marriage and children, he didn’t particularly want to think of him doing such things, let alone her. “Well you’re doing a good job at depressing me, you know my father is already on about me marrying someone and settling down, if he has his way I shall be married by the time I am sixteen. Him and mother were wed at sixteen and so must I.” He groaned, “I am trying to convince him to let me wait until after school but so far no luck. We’re already having to discuss potential candidates. I am twelve almost thirteen and I have to think upon marriage? Even if I did like her, how do I even start anything with her? Oh, hi, not only will this totally fuck up our friendship, but in about three years my father is going to force me to marry.” Theodore groaned loudly, placing his face down onto the table.

Phe let him speak. shaking his head slowly as he watched him realize all the thing Phoebus already knew “And what–you think she doesn’t have the same coming at her? If she’s from a family worth your time, then she certainly is, all of us are getting it. My parents married straight out of school. I think the only reason I’m not betrothed already is because they know she’s not going to be taken away from her father’s clutches.” he jerked his head towards Mia. “I do know it’s a shitty thing to think about so far ahead–but if there’s someone you feel so strongly about, from a good family, and you already get along so well…why is that so far out reality to actually ask all that? Ask her if she’s had the conversation with her parents about it–as her friend–and see what she says. It’ll just come across like you’re confiding in her and giving her the chance to do the same” he shrugged. “You think your father wont like her as someone for you to be with?” he asked after a pause, his brow furrowing. 

Theodore laughed out loud, then began chuckling deeply, unable to stop himself, eventually he sighed and rubbed his eyes, “Oh mate, I needed that, fuck, thanks. Do you really believe your parents haven’t betrothed you is because of Mia? We both know they will never let you marry her, oh fuck the thought of your fathers face is just, it’s priceless.” He chuckled once more, “The thing is, it isn’t even just your family that won’t allow it, neither will her father.” He sobered, shaking his head, “Like, I hate to break it to you, but, you’re just as fucked as I am.” He nudged him, “We’re all fucked, the joy of being part of the aristocracy I suppose, at least we have more money than we know what to do with to take the edge off hmm? Oh, and supposedly this poison as well.” He said, taking another sip of his drink and wincing as it burnt his throat once more. “I don’t know, that’s a bit fucking suspicious isn’t it? Hey Ana buddy, hey pal, so, have your parents spoken to you about your forced marriage yet? Do you maybe want to be forced into marriage with me? You know, your friend, like come on, that is fucking wild, I can’t even imagine talking to her about that.” He groaned, letting his head fall back to look up at the ceiling.

“Fuck off” he rolled his eyes, shoving Theodore as the boy laughed, though not properly upset. He knew Theodore was right anyway. So he leaned back in his seat and sulked until the boy was finished telling him all of the reasons why he will end up with an unhappy life. “what I mean, is that the second I’m betrothed to anyone, Mia will find a way to kill her before I have a chance to open my mouth. My parents aren’t daft, they must know she at least likes me,they must remember all the things from our childhood.” He sighed, happy that the conversation returned to. Theodore’s own little conundrum. “I think you’d need to be a bit more fucking subtle about it, but yes.” He laughed. “You can talk to her about your dad trying to get you betrothed and ask her if she’s got a similar situation… I swear it’ll be a miracle if you manage getting a girlfriend, let alone this girl you’re giving zero chance to.” He shook his head, regarding him for a moment. “Just stop worrying so much, Mia says this girl likes you, just…you know, go for it” he shrugged, gesturing vaguely.

“Well at least you have Mia to kill them all for you sl you certainly won’t get stuck with one you don’t like.” Theodore chuckled. Hey, I could have any number of girlfriends, should I wish, boyfriends to for that matter.” Theodore retorted, sticking his tongue out at Phoebus. “Mia is hardly an endorsement for someone’s feelings. She would say any girl likes me if I said I liked them, and she’d make sure they did because she’d break their legs if they disagreed and that would just be the start.” Theodore laughed, shaking his head.

“I mean, that’s one way to look at it, sure” he agreed, though he shook his head. He laughed as the boy continued, “right yes, but I meant one you actually like and don’t just want to snog behind a tapestry somewhere” he shot back with a grin. “I’d give you that, but she’s friends with her isn’t she, and shed tell you the truth if you really asked. “Such deprecating talk from the most eligible young aristocrat” he mocked, giving his best Rita skeeter impression.

Frost & Ice ....

“She lives in Morocco, that is hardly far with the use of magic, we can floo or disapperate to one another. Yes, I fully intend to keep her in my life after Hogwarts, why wouldn’t I? She is one of my closes friends, I have no intention of throwing that away just because we no longer attend school together.” He shrugged. Theodore’s face dropped as Phoebus mentioned marriage and children, he didn’t particularly want to think of him doing such things, let alone her. “Well you’re doing a good job at depressing me, you know my father is already on about me marrying someone and settling down, if he has his way I shall be married by the time I am sixteen. Him and mother were wed at sixteen and so must I.” He groaned, “I am trying to convince him to let me wait until after school but so far no luck. We’re already having to discuss potential candidates. I am twelve almost thirteen and I have to think upon marriage? Even if I did like her, how do I even start anything with her? Oh, hi, not only will this totally fuck up our friendship, but in about three years my father is going to force me to marry.” Theodore groaned loudly, placing his face down onto the table.

Phe let him speak. shaking his head slowly as he watched him realize all the thing Phoebus already knew “And what–you think she doesn’t have the same coming at her? If she’s from a family worth your time, then she certainly is, all of us are getting it. My parents married straight out of school. I think the only reason I’m not betrothed already is because they know she’s not going to be taken away from her father’s clutches.” he jerked his head towards Mia. “I do know it’s a shitty thing to think about so far ahead–but if there’s someone you feel so strongly about, from a good family, and you already get along so well…why is that so far out reality to actually ask all that? Ask her if she’s had the conversation with her parents about it–as her friend–and see what she says. It’ll just come across like you’re confiding in her and giving her the chance to do the same” he shrugged. “You think your father wont like her as someone for you to be with?” he asked after a pause, his brow furrowing. 

Theodore laughed out loud, then began chuckling deeply, unable to stop himself, eventually he sighed and rubbed his eyes, “Oh mate, I needed that, fuck, thanks. Do you really believe your parents haven’t betrothed you is because of Mia? We both know they will never let you marry her, oh fuck the thought of your fathers face is just, it’s priceless.” He chuckled once more, “The thing is, it isn’t even just your family that won’t allow it, neither will her father.” He sobered, shaking his head, “Like, I hate to break it to you, but, you’re just as fucked as I am.” He nudged him, “We’re all fucked, the joy of being part of the aristocracy I suppose, at least we have more money than we know what to do with to take the edge off hmm? Oh, and supposedly this poison as well.” He said, taking another sip of his drink and wincing as it burnt his throat once more. “I don’t know, that’s a bit fucking suspicious isn’t it? Hey Ana buddy, hey pal, so, have your parents spoken to you about your forced marriage yet? Do you maybe want to be forced into marriage with me? You know, your friend, like come on, that is fucking wild, I can’t even imagine talking to her about that.” He groaned, letting his head fall back to look up at the ceiling.

“Fuck off” he rolled his eyes, shoving Theodore as the boy laughed, though not properly upset. He knew Theodore was right anyway. So he leaned back in his seat and sulked until the boy was finished telling him all of the reasons why he will end up with an unhappy life. “what I mean, is that the second I’m betrothed to anyone, Mia will find a way to kill her before I have a chance to open my mouth. My parents aren’t daft, they must know she at least likes me,they must remember all the things from our childhood.” He sighed, happy that the conversation returned to. Theodore’s own little conundrum. “I think you’d need to be a bit more fucking subtle about it, but yes.” He laughed. “You can talk to her about your dad trying to get you betrothed and ask her if she’s got a similar situation… I swear it’ll be a miracle if you manage getting a girlfriend, let alone this girl you’re giving zero chance to.” He shook his head, regarding him for a moment. “Just stop worrying so much, Mia says this girl likes you, just…you know, go for it” he shrugged, gesturing vaguely.

“Well at least you have Mia to kill them all for you sl you certainly won’t get stuck with one you don’t like.” Theodore chuckled. Hey, I could have any number of girlfriends, should I wish, boyfriends to for that matter.” Theodore retorted, sticking his tongue out at Phoebus. “Mia is hardly an endorsement for someone’s feelings. She would say any girl likes me if I said I liked them, and she’d make sure they did because she’d break their legs if they disagreed and that would just be the start.” Theodore laughed, shaking his head.

“I mean, that’s one way to look at it, sure” he agreed, though he shook his head. He laughed as the boy continued, “right yes, but I meant one you actually like and don’t just want to snog behind a tapestry somewhere” he shot back with a grin. “I’d give you that, but she’s friends with her isn’t she, and shed tell you the truth if you really asked. “Such deprecating talk from the most eligible young aristocrat” he mocked, giving his best Rita skeeter impression.

Frost & Ice ....

“She lives in Morocco, that is hardly far with the use of magic, we can floo or disapperate to one another. Yes, I fully intend to keep her in my life after Hogwarts, why wouldn’t I? She is one of my closes friends, I have no intention of throwing that away just because we no longer attend school together.” He shrugged. Theodore’s face dropped as Phoebus mentioned marriage and children, he didn’t particularly want to think of him doing such things, let alone her. “Well you’re doing a good job at depressing me, you know my father is already on about me marrying someone and settling down, if he has his way I shall be married by the time I am sixteen. Him and mother were wed at sixteen and so must I.” He groaned, “I am trying to convince him to let me wait until after school but so far no luck. We’re already having to discuss potential candidates. I am twelve almost thirteen and I have to think upon marriage? Even if I did like her, how do I even start anything with her? Oh, hi, not only will this totally fuck up our friendship, but in about three years my father is going to force me to marry.” Theodore groaned loudly, placing his face down onto the table.

Phe let him speak. shaking his head slowly as he watched him realize all the thing Phoebus already knew “And what–you think she doesn’t have the same coming at her? If she’s from a family worth your time, then she certainly is, all of us are getting it. My parents married straight out of school. I think the only reason I’m not betrothed already is because they know she’s not going to be taken away from her father’s clutches.” he jerked his head towards Mia. “I do know it’s a shitty thing to think about so far ahead–but if there’s someone you feel so strongly about, from a good family, and you already get along so well…why is that so far out reality to actually ask all that? Ask her if she’s had the conversation with her parents about it–as her friend–and see what she says. It’ll just come across like you’re confiding in her and giving her the chance to do the same” he shrugged. “You think your father wont like her as someone for you to be with?” he asked after a pause, his brow furrowing. 

Theodore laughed out loud, then began chuckling deeply, unable to stop himself, eventually he sighed and rubbed his eyes, “Oh mate, I needed that, fuck, thanks. Do you really believe your parents haven’t betrothed you is because of Mia? We both know they will never let you marry her, oh fuck the thought of your fathers face is just, it’s priceless.” He chuckled once more, “The thing is, it isn’t even just your family that won’t allow it, neither will her father.” He sobered, shaking his head, “Like, I hate to break it to you, but, you’re just as fucked as I am.” He nudged him, “We’re all fucked, the joy of being part of the aristocracy I suppose, at least we have more money than we know what to do with to take the edge off hmm? Oh, and supposedly this poison as well.” He said, taking another sip of his drink and wincing as it burnt his throat once more. “I don’t know, that’s a bit fucking suspicious isn’t it? Hey Ana buddy, hey pal, so, have your parents spoken to you about your forced marriage yet? Do you maybe want to be forced into marriage with me? You know, your friend, like come on, that is fucking wild, I can’t even imagine talking to her about that.” He groaned, letting his head fall back to look up at the ceiling.

“Fuck off” he rolled his eyes, shoving Theodore as the boy laughed, though not properly upset. He knew Theodore was right anyway. So he leaned back in his seat and sulked until the boy was finished telling him all of the reasons why he will end up with an unhappy life. “what I mean, is that the second I’m betrothed to anyone, Mia will find a way to kill her before I have a chance to open my mouth. My parents aren’t daft, they must know she at least likes me,they must remember all the things from our childhood.” He sighed, happy that the conversation returned to. Theodore’s own little conundrum. “I think you’d need to be a bit more fucking subtle about it, but yes.” He laughed. “You can talk to her about your dad trying to get you betrothed and ask her if she’s got a similar situation… I swear it’ll be a miracle if you manage getting a girlfriend, let alone this girl you’re giving zero chance to.” He shook his head, regarding him for a moment. “Just stop worrying so much, Mia says this girl likes you, just…you know, go for it” he shrugged, gesturing vaguely.

“Well at least you have Mia to kill them all for you sl you certainly won’t get stuck with one you don’t like.” Theodore chuckled. Hey, I could have any number of girlfriends, should I wish, boyfriends to for that matter.” Theodore retorted, sticking his tongue out at Phoebus. “Mia is hardly an endorsement for someone’s feelings. She would say any girl likes me if I said I liked them, and she’d make sure they did because she’d break their legs if they disagreed and that would just be the start.” Theodore laughed, shaking his head.

“I mean, that’s one way to look at it, sure” he agreed, though he shook his head. He laughed as the boy continued, “right yes, but I meant one you actually like and don’t just want to snog behind a tapestry somewhere” he shot back with a grin. “I’d give you that, but she’s friends with her isn’t she, and shed tell you the truth if you really asked. “Such deprecating talk from the most eligible young aristocrat” he mocked, giving his best Rita skeeter impression.

Frost & Ice ....

“She lives in Morocco, that is hardly far with the use of magic, we can floo or disapperate to one another. Yes, I fully intend to keep her in my life after Hogwarts, why wouldn’t I? She is one of my closes friends, I have no intention of throwing that away just because we no longer attend school together.” He shrugged. Theodore’s face dropped as Phoebus mentioned marriage and children, he didn’t particularly want to think of him doing such things, let alone her. “Well you’re doing a good job at depressing me, you know my father is already on about me marrying someone and settling down, if he has his way I shall be married by the time I am sixteen. Him and mother were wed at sixteen and so must I.” He groaned, “I am trying to convince him to let me wait until after school but so far no luck. We’re already having to discuss potential candidates. I am twelve almost thirteen and I have to think upon marriage? Even if I did like her, how do I even start anything with her? Oh, hi, not only will this totally fuck up our friendship, but in about three years my father is going to force me to marry.” Theodore groaned loudly, placing his face down onto the table.

Phe let him speak. shaking his head slowly as he watched him realize all the thing Phoebus already knew “And what–you think she doesn’t have the same coming at her? If she’s from a family worth your time, then she certainly is, all of us are getting it. My parents married straight out of school. I think the only reason I’m not betrothed already is because they know she’s not going to be taken away from her father’s clutches.” he jerked his head towards Mia. “I do know it’s a shitty thing to think about so far ahead–but if there’s someone you feel so strongly about, from a good family, and you already get along so well…why is that so far out reality to actually ask all that? Ask her if she’s had the conversation with her parents about it–as her friend–and see what she says. It’ll just come across like you’re confiding in her and giving her the chance to do the same” he shrugged. “You think your father wont like her as someone for you to be with?” he asked after a pause, his brow furrowing. 

Theodore laughed out loud, then began chuckling deeply, unable to stop himself, eventually he sighed and rubbed his eyes, “Oh mate, I needed that, fuck, thanks. Do you really believe your parents haven’t betrothed you is because of Mia? We both know they will never let you marry her, oh fuck the thought of your fathers face is just, it’s priceless.” He chuckled once more, “The thing is, it isn’t even just your family that won’t allow it, neither will her father.” He sobered, shaking his head, “Like, I hate to break it to you, but, you’re just as fucked as I am.” He nudged him, “We’re all fucked, the joy of being part of the aristocracy I suppose, at least we have more money than we know what to do with to take the edge off hmm? Oh, and supposedly this poison as well.” He said, taking another sip of his drink and wincing as it burnt his throat once more. “I don’t know, that’s a bit fucking suspicious isn’t it? Hey Ana buddy, hey pal, so, have your parents spoken to you about your forced marriage yet? Do you maybe want to be forced into marriage with me? You know, your friend, like come on, that is fucking wild, I can’t even imagine talking to her about that.” He groaned, letting his head fall back to look up at the ceiling.

“Fuck off” he rolled his eyes, shoving Theodore as the boy laughed, though not properly upset. He knew Theodore was right anyway. So he leaned back in his seat and sulked until the boy was finished telling him all of the reasons why he will end up with an unhappy life. “what I mean, is that the second I’m betrothed to anyone, Mia will find a way to kill her before I have a chance to open my mouth. My parents aren’t daft, they must know she at least likes me,they must remember all the things from our childhood.” He sighed, happy that the conversation returned to. Theodore’s own little conundrum. “I think you’d need to be a bit more fucking subtle about it, but yes.” He laughed. “You can talk to her about your dad trying to get you betrothed and ask her if she’s got a similar situation… I swear it’ll be a miracle if you manage getting a girlfriend, let alone this girl you’re giving zero chance to.” He shook his head, regarding him for a moment. “Just stop worrying so much, Mia says this girl likes you, just…you know, go for it” he shrugged, gesturing vaguely.

“Well at least you have Mia to kill them all for you sl you certainly won’t get stuck with one you don’t like.” Theodore chuckled. Hey, I could have any number of girlfriends, should I wish, boyfriends to for that matter.” Theodore retorted, sticking his tongue out at Phoebus. “Mia is hardly an endorsement for someone’s feelings. She would say any girl likes me if I said I liked them, and she’d make sure they did because she’d break their legs if they disagreed and that would just be the start.” Theodore laughed, shaking his head.

“I mean, that’s one way to look at it, sure” he agreed, though he shook his head. He laughed as the boy continued, “right yes, but I meant one you actually like and don’t just want to snog behind a tapestry somewhere” he shot back with a grin. “I’d give you that, but she’s friends with her isn’t she, and shed tell you the truth if you really asked. “Such deprecating talk from the most eligible young aristocrat” he mocked, giving his best Rita skeeter impression.

Theodore rolled his eyes and groaned loudly as Phoebus teased him, “Don’t, that fucking woman will be the death of me. The shit that she writes should be enough to turn people against me but apparently not. The way she leers at me as well, it’s sickening. The girls just want to be with me more so they can be ‘famous’ it’s disgusting and tacky.” He snarled, taking another long sip from his glass and sighed heavily, “Why can’t anything just be easy? Why does everything have to be so difficult? It should be easy, we’re disgustingly rich, we should have the world at our feet, instead of trying to navigate this madness.”

Phe rested his elbow on the table, tucking his chin on his hand, "I wonder if normal people have these problems." He mused, sighing a little. "Well, let's hope that Moroccan bird you fancy, actually fancies you back. And maybe when you actually grow a pair big enough to tell her how you feel, you might get to find out," he grinned, though he did pat the boys shoulder as he sobered. "Speaking of madness..." He looked at Mia's sleeping form for a lingering moment "we need to wake her eventually, I can send for you in the morning if you'd like? Or do you want me to set up a room for you. I don't think she'd do nicely with you being in here when she wakes up, she'll be upset I told you any of this..."

Frost & Ice ....

“Spoilsport.” She hissed at him, sitting down and letting him push her chair in. She looked at the table, gulping as she saw all of the food in front of her. If it weren’t for their limited time together and how much she had actually missed him, she’d choose fighting him over the alternative. She didn’t want to eat, she knew she’d likely burn it off later but it wasn’t really about that, if she ate then he thoughts were stronger and harder to ignore. It was also one of the only things in her life that she got to control, that she had a say over, everything was managed and controlled by her father. She had to be something different to everyone and it was exhausting, she never got to truly be herself. The closest she came to it was with Phoebus, but then he would force her to eat, and, well, it just tarnished it all. “You’re not playing fair, I hate you for this, just so you know.” She sneered at him, nudging her shoulder against him.

"I'd rather you hating me and alive, than notating me and dead from malnutrition." He answered easily, filling his plate though not obscenely, trying not to intimidate her All he wanted was to keep her from hurting herself, surely that wasn't too much to ask--then again, perhaps it was when it was added to all the things she thought she needed to do for everyone else... He set the thought aside, just hoping she'd fucking eat something and get some rest while she was with him. Above everything, he just needed her to take care of herself, do the basic things to just have her function properly. "Besides, you'll likely burn it all away if I get to do all I plan to you". He gripped her knee under the table for a moment, not exactly lying, but trying to do all he could to coax her to doing this.

“I’m not sure you’ve fully through that through” Mia replied lowly, “My hating someone would certainly make them rather I was dead. Unfortunately for me, I don’t hate you completely, just for this, specifically, and a few other things.” She said, raising her eyebrow up at him. She couldn’t help but smirk as he grabbed her knee under the table, her hand moving on top of his as she dug her nails into the back of it. “We’ll see.” She retorted, before placing her hand back onto the table once more. She sighed deeply as she looked over the food, her stomach already churning at the thought of any of it. He’d gone to such an effort, making sure to pick all of her favourites, she wished it could just be as easy as eating them, but it never was. For a moment she considered leaving, that would be easier than facing the food physically, but she’d missed him so much and the thought of not seeing him for any amount of time was too hard, so instead she sat and stared at the food.

"No,I've thought about it the right amount." he insisted, not acting bothered as he started to take small bites. "The longer you stall the less time we have." He reminded her, keeping his tone light. As she dug her nails into his hand, he glanced her way, raising an eyebrow at her pointedly before resuming his earlier actions. He ate as slowly as he could muster, which was indeed a task Ashe was fucking starving. But he knew her well, and if she saw him tucking in properly she might get turned off entirely and they wouldn't get anywhere. If he didn't love her as much as he did, he'd think she was entirely too much work--and there are sure times where he does feel that way with her...but then he looks at her, he remembers why she is this way, and his frustration softens. "Come on bunny..." He spoke softly, kissing her head for a moment.

He sighed, finishing his bite before leaning back, his eyebrow quirking up at her as she placed herself on his lap. "Oh is that right?" He asked, a look of mild exasperation in his face as. He regarded her. "Could I?" He asked at her second statement, unable to fight the small groan in the back of his throat wen she pulled his hair. He placed his hands on her hips, merely letting them rest there while she moved against him. He nodded slowly as she continued speaking, "of course I miss you, I love you." He sighed, now actually gripping her hips to stop her from moving. "Which is why I want to take care of you..." He groaned, more at himself than anything else, "and while, trust me, it is a fantastic offer. I already told you, I need you to have as much energy as possible, for all I wish to do." He gave her a kiss, slower than their usual ones, but deep. "Won't you do that for me little bunny?" He asked, his eyes large and round.

Frost & Ice ....

“Spoilsport.” She hissed at him, sitting down and letting him push her chair in. She looked at the table, gulping as she saw all of the food in front of her. If it weren’t for their limited time together and how much she had actually missed him, she’d choose fighting him over the alternative. She didn’t want to eat, she knew she’d likely burn it off later but it wasn’t really about that, if she ate then he thoughts were stronger and harder to ignore. It was also one of the only things in her life that she got to control, that she had a say over, everything was managed and controlled by her father. She had to be something different to everyone and it was exhausting, she never got to truly be herself. The closest she came to it was with Phoebus, but then he would force her to eat, and, well, it just tarnished it all. “You’re not playing fair, I hate you for this, just so you know.” She sneered at him, nudging her shoulder against him.

"I'd rather you hating me and alive, than notating me and dead from malnutrition." He answered easily, filling his plate though not obscenely, trying not to intimidate her All he wanted was to keep her from hurting herself, surely that wasn't too much to ask--then again, perhaps it was when it was added to all the things she thought she needed to do for everyone else... He set the thought aside, just hoping she'd fucking eat something and get some rest while she was with him. Above everything, he just needed her to take care of herself, do the basic things to just have her function properly. "Besides, you'll likely burn it all away if I get to do all I plan to you". He gripped her knee under the table for a moment, not exactly lying, but trying to do all he could to coax her to doing this.

“I’m not sure you’ve fully through that through” Mia replied lowly, “My hating someone would certainly make them rather I was dead. Unfortunately for me, I don’t hate you completely, just for this, specifically, and a few other things.” She said, raising her eyebrow up at him. She couldn’t help but smirk as he grabbed her knee under the table, her hand moving on top of his as she dug her nails into the back of it. “We’ll see.” She retorted, before placing her hand back onto the table once more. She sighed deeply as she looked over the food, her stomach already churning at the thought of any of it. He’d gone to such an effort, making sure to pick all of her favourites, she wished it could just be as easy as eating them, but it never was. For a moment she considered leaving, that would be easier than facing the food physically, but she’d missed him so much and the thought of not seeing him for any amount of time was too hard, so instead she sat and stared at the food.

"No,I've thought about it the right amount." he insisted, not acting bothered as he started to take small bites. "The longer you stall the less time we have." He reminded her, keeping his tone light. As she dug her nails into his hand, he glanced her way, raising an eyebrow at her pointedly before resuming his earlier actions. He ate as slowly as he could muster, which was indeed a task Ashe was fucking starving. But he knew her well, and if she saw him tucking in properly she might get turned off entirely and they wouldn't get anywhere. If he didn't love her as much as he did, he'd think she was entirely too much work--and there are sure times where he does feel that way with her...but then he looks at her, he remembers why she is this way, and his frustration softens. "Come on bunny..." He spoke softly, kissing her head for a moment.

“She lives in Morocco, that is hardly far with the use of magic, we can floo or disapperate to one another. Yes, I fully intend to keep her in my life after Hogwarts, why wouldn’t I? She is one of my closes friends, I have no intention of throwing that away just because we no longer attend school together.” He shrugged. Theodore’s face dropped as Phoebus mentioned marriage and children, he didn’t particularly want to think of him doing such things, let alone her. “Well you’re doing a good job at depressing me, you know my father is already on about me marrying someone and settling down, if he has his way I shall be married by the time I am sixteen. Him and mother were wed at sixteen and so must I.” He groaned, “I am trying to convince him to let me wait until after school but so far no luck. We’re already having to discuss potential candidates. I am twelve almost thirteen and I have to think upon marriage? Even if I did like her, how do I even start anything with her? Oh, hi, not only will this totally fuck up our friendship, but in about three years my father is going to force me to marry.” Theodore groaned loudly, placing his face down onto the table.

Phe let him speak. shaking his head slowly as he watched him realize all the thing Phoebus already knew “And what–you think she doesn’t have the same coming at her? If she’s from a family worth your time, then she certainly is, all of us are getting it. My parents married straight out of school. I think the only reason I’m not betrothed already is because they know she’s not going to be taken away from her father’s clutches.” he jerked his head towards Mia. “I do know it’s a shitty thing to think about so far ahead–but if there’s someone you feel so strongly about, from a good family, and you already get along so well…why is that so far out reality to actually ask all that? Ask her if she’s had the conversation with her parents about it–as her friend–and see what she says. It’ll just come across like you’re confiding in her and giving her the chance to do the same” he shrugged. “You think your father wont like her as someone for you to be with?” he asked after a pause, his brow furrowing. 

Theodore laughed out loud, then began chuckling deeply, unable to stop himself, eventually he sighed and rubbed his eyes, “Oh mate, I needed that, fuck, thanks. Do you really believe your parents haven’t betrothed you is because of Mia? We both know they will never let you marry her, oh fuck the thought of your fathers face is just, it’s priceless.” He chuckled once more, “The thing is, it isn’t even just your family that won’t allow it, neither will her father.” He sobered, shaking his head, “Like, I hate to break it to you, but, you’re just as fucked as I am.” He nudged him, “We’re all fucked, the joy of being part of the aristocracy I suppose, at least we have more money than we know what to do with to take the edge off hmm? Oh, and supposedly this poison as well.” He said, taking another sip of his drink and wincing as it burnt his throat once more. “I don’t know, that’s a bit fucking suspicious isn’t it? Hey Ana buddy, hey pal, so, have your parents spoken to you about your forced marriage yet? Do you maybe want to be forced into marriage with me? You know, your friend, like come on, that is fucking wild, I can’t even imagine talking to her about that.” He groaned, letting his head fall back to look up at the ceiling.

“Fuck off” he rolled his eyes, shoving Theodore as the boy laughed, though not properly upset. He knew Theodore was right anyway. So he leaned back in his seat and sulked until the boy was finished telling him all of the reasons why he will end up with an unhappy life. “what I mean, is that the second I’m betrothed to anyone, Mia will find a way to kill her before I have a chance to open my mouth. My parents aren’t daft, they must know she at least likes me,they must remember all the things from our childhood.” He sighed, happy that the conversation returned to. Theodore’s own little conundrum. “I think you’d need to be a bit more fucking subtle about it, but yes.” He laughed. “You can talk to her about your dad trying to get you betrothed and ask her if she’s got a similar situation… I swear it’ll be a miracle if you manage getting a girlfriend, let alone this girl you’re giving zero chance to.” He shook his head, regarding him for a moment. “Just stop worrying so much, Mia says this girl likes you, just…you know, go for it” he shrugged, gesturing vaguely.

“Well at least you have Mia to kill them all for you sl you certainly won’t get stuck with one you don’t like.” Theodore chuckled. Hey, I could have any number of girlfriends, should I wish, boyfriends to for that matter.” Theodore retorted, sticking his tongue out at Phoebus. “Mia is hardly an endorsement for someone’s feelings. She would say any girl likes me if I said I liked them, and she’d make sure they did because she’d break their legs if they disagreed and that would just be the start.” Theodore laughed, shaking his head.

"I mean, that's one way to look at it, sure" he agreed, though he shook his head. He laughed as the boy continued, "right yes, but I meant one you actually like and don't just want to snog behind a tapestry somewhere" he shot back with a grin. "I'd give you that, but she's friends with her isn't she, and shed tell you the truth if you really asked. "Such deprecating talk from the most eligible young aristocrat" he mocked, giving his best Rita skeeter impression.

“She lives in Morocco, that is hardly far with the use of magic, we can floo or disapperate to one another. Yes, I fully intend to keep her in my life after Hogwarts, why wouldn’t I? She is one of my closes friends, I have no intention of throwing that away just because we no longer attend school together.” He shrugged. Theodore’s face dropped as Phoebus mentioned marriage and children, he didn’t particularly want to think of him doing such things, let alone her. “Well you’re doing a good job at depressing me, you know my father is already on about me marrying someone and settling down, if he has his way I shall be married by the time I am sixteen. Him and mother were wed at sixteen and so must I.” He groaned, “I am trying to convince him to let me wait until after school but so far no luck. We’re already having to discuss potential candidates. I am twelve almost thirteen and I have to think upon marriage? Even if I did like her, how do I even start anything with her? Oh, hi, not only will this totally fuck up our friendship, but in about three years my father is going to force me to marry.” Theodore groaned loudly, placing his face down onto the table.

Phe let him speak. shaking his head slowly as he watched him realize all the thing Phoebus already knew “And what–you think she doesn’t have the same coming at her? If she’s from a family worth your time, then she certainly is, all of us are getting it. My parents married straight out of school. I think the only reason I’m not betrothed already is because they know she’s not going to be taken away from her father’s clutches.” he jerked his head towards Mia. “I do know it’s a shitty thing to think about so far ahead–but if there’s someone you feel so strongly about, from a good family, and you already get along so well…why is that so far out reality to actually ask all that? Ask her if she’s had the conversation with her parents about it–as her friend–and see what she says. It’ll just come across like you’re confiding in her and giving her the chance to do the same” he shrugged. “You think your father wont like her as someone for you to be with?” he asked after a pause, his brow furrowing. 

Theodore laughed out loud, then began chuckling deeply, unable to stop himself, eventually he sighed and rubbed his eyes, “Oh mate, I needed that, fuck, thanks. Do you really believe your parents haven’t betrothed you is because of Mia? We both know they will never let you marry her, oh fuck the thought of your fathers face is just, it’s priceless.” He chuckled once more, “The thing is, it isn’t even just your family that won’t allow it, neither will her father.” He sobered, shaking his head, “Like, I hate to break it to you, but, you’re just as fucked as I am.” He nudged him, “We’re all fucked, the joy of being part of the aristocracy I suppose, at least we have more money than we know what to do with to take the edge off hmm? Oh, and supposedly this poison as well.” He said, taking another sip of his drink and wincing as it burnt his throat once more. “I don’t know, that’s a bit fucking suspicious isn’t it? Hey Ana buddy, hey pal, so, have your parents spoken to you about your forced marriage yet? Do you maybe want to be forced into marriage with me? You know, your friend, like come on, that is fucking wild, I can’t even imagine talking to her about that.” He groaned, letting his head fall back to look up at the ceiling.

"Fuck off" he rolled his eyes, shoving Theodore as the boy laughed, though not properly upset. He knew Theodore was right anyway. So he leaned back in his seat and sulked until the boy was finished telling him all of the reasons why he will end up with an unhappy life. "what I mean, is that the second I'm betrothed to anyone, Mia will find a way to kill her before I have a chance to open my mouth. My parents aren't daft, they must know she at least likes me,they must remember all the things from our childhood." He sighed, happy that the conversation returned to. Theodore's own little conundrum. "I think you'd need to be a bit more fucking subtle about it, but yes." He laughed. "You can talk to her about your dad trying to get you betrothed and ask her if she's got a similar situation... I swear it'll be a miracle if you manage getting a girlfriend, let alone this girl you're giving zero chance to." He shook his head, regarding him for a moment. "Just stop worrying so much, Mia says this girl likes you, just...you know, go for it" he shrugged, gesturing vaguely.

Frost & Ice ....

“Spoilsport.” She hissed at him, sitting down and letting him push her chair in. She looked at the table, gulping as she saw all of the food in front of her. If it weren’t for their limited time together and how much she had actually missed him, she’d choose fighting him over the alternative. She didn’t want to eat, she knew she’d likely burn it off later but it wasn’t really about that, if she ate then he thoughts were stronger and harder to ignore. It was also one of the only things in her life that she got to control, that she had a say over, everything was managed and controlled by her father. She had to be something different to everyone and it was exhausting, she never got to truly be herself. The closest she came to it was with Phoebus, but then he would force her to eat, and, well, it just tarnished it all. “You’re not playing fair, I hate you for this, just so you know.” She sneered at him, nudging her shoulder against him.

"I'd rather you hating me and alive, than notating me and dead from malnutrition." He answered easily, filling his plate though not obscenely, trying not to intimidate her All he wanted was to keep her from hurting herself, surely that wasn't too much to ask--then again, perhaps it was when it was added to all the things she thought she needed to do for everyone else... He set the thought aside, just hoping she'd fucking eat something and get some rest while she was with him. Above everything, he just needed her to take care of herself, do the basic things to just have her function properly. "Besides, you'll likely burn it all away if I get to do all I plan to you". He gripped her knee under the table for a moment, not exactly lying, but trying to do all he could to coax her to doing this.