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     ❛ it’s not that weird for me to be in slytherin, right? everyone is just making a big deal about it for no reason? ❜

james won’t stop teasing him and rose is insufferable. albus sighs, grateful that grandpa ted is, at least, not as annoying as the rest of the family. it’s honestly kind of weird that he’s taking refuge from a family get-together in the corner of an almost-empty sitting room with a boomer—you’d expect him to be getting along with his cousins, instead—but albus really is very grateful for the company. even if it’s from a boomer instead of a zoomer.

     ❛ i mean, you’re muggle-born, right? when you went to hogwarts, i assume you must’ve, like… stood out, or something? ❜ he really doesn’t know the statistics of muggle-born students enrolled at hogwarts as the years have passed, but he can only assume there must’ve been even more prejudice back in the boomer days. ❛ it’s not the same as being a slytherin in a family full of slytherin-haters, but i guess it has the same energy? ❜

or maybe it doesn’t have the same energy at all, and albus is just being insensitive and minimizing grandpa ted’s struggles. but he doesn’t care. he feels Angsty™ and a whole summer without scorpius really doesn’t help.  

          ted leaned back in his chair, listening to the younger’s words very carefully. he’d been told multiple times that he had absolutely nothing in common with everything slytherin represented— yet, he knew exactly what his grands on-by-choice was talking about. it had been quite a while since being different like that had made him feel isolated or frustrated, and all those times he’d had to run from people who wouldn’t accept who he was were still painful to remember. ted felt so sorry that this child he loved very much still had to go through similar things, especially when much of that criticism seemed to come from his own family.

          yet— he couldn’t help but smile. « you know, back when— » he chuckled, realising what he’d said. « you youngsters don’t like when we say this, do you? but, back when i started my time at hogwarts, things were not like they are today. being a muggleborn was so much worse back then, and i was lucky i was in hufflepuff, where people did accept me, after all. » and people had hated slytherin much more, too. with every reason to do so.

                  𝕛𝕠𝕪 and 𝕝𝕚𝕗𝕖                                                          and 𝐧𝐨𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐬,                 inside our 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘴,                                                        just 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓂𝑒                   @disavowcd                                                                @kindheartted

          this office was still new to ted, and so was the responsibility that came with earning it. the promotion had been neither surprising nor unwelcome — though he loved the practical part of his work, he was quite grateful to take on more paperwork during these difficult times. yet, he just couldn't help feeling like something about this — the coziness of his chair, the metal plate saying saying his name and newly earned position, the picture of his wife and daughter — it was all just, well, odd.

          by far the oddest part about his office was the young man — dare he say boy? — sitting in the chair on the other side of the table. ted hadn’t been prepared for many things, and this was definitely among those. he'd invited him in, told him to sit down, kindly asked him if he wanted something to drink, but now he was beyond his knowledge. what was ted supposed to do with him? report, interrogate, punish him? when he looked at this levi, he didn't look at a filthy thief, and he trusted his intuition on things like that. but— he couldn't just let him go, could he?

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     ❛ hey, ❜ polly says impatiently, tapping her foot and blowing her hair out of her face. ❛ i don’t mean to be rude, but can you stop looking at those stupid plants and just, like, move? i’ve been waiting here for, like, ever. and that’s a fact. ❜

polly’s tone indicates that she does, in fact, mean to be rude. but, like, seriously! it’s the middle of summer, the new diagon alley greenhouses are hot as hell, and she’s gotta pick the right stupid plants that the new stupid herbological sciences class requires. yay, 2020! technology is finally—slowly—making its way to hogwarts, and polly’d made the idiotic mistake of signing up for one of the new trial classes. she doesn’t even like regular herbology. she doesn’t know why she’d thought a herbological sciences class, with advanced plant studies and muggle sciences methods, would be the way to go. and this fuckin’ boomer taking so much damn time to look at some stupid plants isn’t helping.

     ❛ like, seriously, aren’t they all the same? just grab one and go, sir. ❜

          he was already aiming planning on stepping aside and let the impatient young woman watch the plants too, but her last remark was so deeply offensive to all plantkind that he couldn’t help but stay right where he was, looking at the student with bewilderment. 

          « excuse me? » 

          his voice was surprisingly calm for the fact that she just generalized all these totally fabulous, unique, amazing plants. how could she even dare when the plants were sitting right there! ted knew not everyone was as interested in plants as himself, and that was alright— and it was also alright not to know them as well as he did, too, after all they hadn’t led a hospital department specialized on those sensational succulents for many years. but at least appreciate them in some way and have enough knowledge to tell them apart was the least every witch and wizard could do, right? ted was offended, in the name of all those organisms she’d just insulted. still, his voice was calm and slow— mostly because he knew better than to start loud fights in the middle of back-to-school shopping diagon alley.

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          « it certainly looks like it— i do not know how you managed this, either. »

          upon entering this world so full of exceptionality and diversity, ted had been amazed by everything and everyone he’d ever encountered. with all still so new to him, he’d been restless with exploring every little part there was to explore. watching the older students flying on brooms while tossing around balls had been one of the things fascinating him the absolute most. to eleven years old ted, there hadn’t been anything about it that wasn’t absolutely mesmerizing and otherworldly and new and entertaining; and although it’d become more than clear after just a few lessons that ted himself was not made to play quidditch himself, he’d still attended every game, cheering for the hufflepuff team until his throat hurt.

          over the last few years, this view had changed dramatically.

          he’d been working in the hospital wing for too long not to despise quidditch sundays by now. despite being the only day with a guarantee there’d be something to do, it was horrible to take this closer look and see what this children were doing to themselves. quidditch, after all, was not that fun at all when you were in charge of stitching everyone up again. 

@kindheartted     //     “ you’re not good at all . ”

                  It’s in his nature, really; and it would be rude to expect that any person should go against their nature. Asking Regulus BIack not to pull pranks is like asking…

                  Sirius BIack not to pull pranks.

                  Besides—it was harmless. A little Burke’s Fiery Pep Powder never hurt anyone, and the only thing Ted will have suffered is a spoiled cup of tea and perhaps a burned tongue and teary eyes. Regulus, for his part, is doubled over in laughter and half-balanced with a shoulder leaning on the counter for support. Oh, he’s brilliant.

                  “If! If you!” he barks, wiping the heel of his hand against his eyes and trying to straighten with little success, “If you ever hear me call myself ‘good’ please trust that I’ve been hopelessly Unforgivable-Cursed.” 

          he took a moment to gather himself— eyes closed, but his annoyance could not be more visible if open. this was almost worse than raising nymphadora, and that was saying a lot. and in what world did he deserve this, even? he’d been nothing but great hospitality, and this was what he got?

“Mr. Tonks.” she says quietly. 

she outstretches a hand to gently place it upon the younger mans shoulder. although she was only 10 years older than him, there was a motherly look to her eyes, something that had never faded. Especially for her students, the very first students that she taught. 

“I am sorry.” she knows that he knows what she is talking about. the deaths of remus and nymphadora hit all of them hard. but she knows it hits andromeda and ted harder. 

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          death was someone who’d followed ted tonks for a majority of his life. it had been there luaghing at him whenever a radical pureblood threatened his teenage self. it had appeared whenever he'd put his wand away and went to inform his patient’s family that everything he could do had not been enough. it’d been sitting in the backrow of his small, perfect wedding, rubbing its finger together over what danger this union between two lovers would bring. and it laughed at him, taunting and heartless, all the times he’d run away in the hopes of protecting himself and his family. it had been there, all this time, appearing whenever he was in danger, awaiting his fall.

          but it had never reached out to him. it had been close, but it had never actually hurt him.

          not until now, at least.

          it was gone now, hopefully for a while, but although ted was safe, for the first time in years, what death had taken with itself while leaving left a big, empty hole in ted’s heart. this world that had supposedly finally overcome a war and was meant to feel safe and like a relief only seemed wrong and unfair and empty without the people who were no longer part of it. everything around him was a blur, but even depsite the detachment from reality he was going through, he could not help but ask himself— was how was this all just? how was he alive while his daughter and son-in-law weren’t?

          « no, it’s fine. » his smile was warm, though he still looked a bit baffled. this had been a lot, he could not deny that, and especially with the amount of sleep he’d missed mending people’s wounds all night long he felt like he would take a while to respond to all of this. but, the thing was, he got it— he got her. so much it almost hurt.

          he brought his cup to his lip and took a sip of the tea he’d made for the both of them. only then he spoke again. « i get it— i mean, this is the only break i’ll get for hours. » not that he could complain— it was mostly his fault he was this restless, and he was fairlysure lily must feel somewhat similar. « iand t’s tiring trying to find people who listen to these things when everyone’s busy trying to prevent your woes from happening in the first place— right?unfortunately there isn’t a cure against it, just— enjoying the moments of calm, i suppose. and drinking your relaxing tea. »