metamorphic twat

"I think it will," she said softly. The girl looked around the room, when her eyes fell on the Daily Prophet newspaper that someone had left laying around. The front page was about attacks on some families, very much like the attacks that had happened seventeen years ago. "I have a feeling that it’s starting again," Carson whispered, staring at the paper.

She smiled slightly as he nudged her lightly with his elbow. “Yeah,” she sighed. “I guess you’re right.” Carson laid her head on his shoulder, closing her eyes.

"Good," he responded with a smile. He craned his neck to take a look at the article on the newspaper she was currently reading. His eyes skimmed over the words as his brows pulled together, a strong feeling of unease erupting in his stomach. He swallowed hard. "I hope not," he muttered with a shake of his head.

He leaned his head on top of Carson's, his vibrant green locks contrasting against Carson's dark curls. A grin crept its way across his face. "I'm always right."

"That’s not such a bad idea," she mused, running a hand through her hair. "I’ll try that sometime." Carson cracked a smile. "I know. But I do appreciate the effort you make, you know?"

"They are; you’re sweet, a great friend, an amazing Gryffindor, and I’m pretty sure your Dad likes the fact that you inherited some of his mischievousness," she said softly. "You’re right,… I-I’m trying to see myself the way you see me, but I can’t. It’s too hard."

His smile grew wider as she considered his suggestion. He felt happy that he was finally able to produce useful thought when it came to comforting people. "You should and I hope it helps you out. Even if it's just a little bit." 

He chuckled softly at her response. He had been told quite a few times before that he'd inherited a lot of his dad's characteristics and he took it as compliment each time.He nudged her softly with his elbow. "Everything is hard before it becomes easy."

"And how do I let it out?" The girl asked. "I do try; I mean, I do it with archery, but I’m not that good with feelings sometimes, Ted."

Another smile came to her face when she saw the trace of a smile on his lips. “They’re very proud of you Teddy,” she said softly. “I’m sure of it. How can they not be proud?”Carson shook her head. “I’m not missing out on anything.”

"You could try writing it down on a piece of paper and then ripping it to pieces. My nan once suggested it to me as a way of venting your feelings out. I think it's a good way. You're still letting out your thoughts even if it's not verbally and it's more secretive." He shrugged. "It's an idea, I guess and I know how you feel. Me and feelings don't mix too well either."

"I hope they are," was all he said. He could think of plenty of reasons why they might not be proud. He didn't possess any particular talent. He wasn't super smart like Rose Weasley, confident like James Potter or good at quidditch like the stupid Connor McLaggen. He kept his mouth shut, letting all these thoughts roam around in his mind. "Carson, I'm not saying these things for the hell of it. If I thought you sucked, I'd tell you. You know how I am."

"I know," she nodded and smiled slightly. "I truly appreciate the thought Ted, but like I said; this is irrelevant and I don’t want to bug you." It’s slightly uncomfortable to talk about being heartbroken to the person who’s the reason why you’re heartbroken.

Carson wrapped an arm around his shoulder, pulling him close to her. “But we all love her to death, don’t we?” she whispered, hoping that at least a small smile would come to his face. “She’s like the grandma I never had.” Honestly, Andromeda Tonks was indeed the grandma she never had, seeing as her own grandparents were killed in the Second Wizard War against Voldemort. “Nah, she probably see your mother in you when that happens,” she smiled. “My parents told me that you remind them so much of your parents.” Once more she shook her head. “We are our worst critics,” she said simply. “I see myself differently from how others see me.”

He nodded twice before giving her a small smile. "Okay, if that's how you feel about it. I still don't think it's good for you to bottle it all up though. You should let it out somehow, even if it's not telling me."

Teddy leaned into her hug, resting his head on her shoulder. "Yeah, we do," he replied, a trace of a smile on his lips. His eyes brightened as she told him what her parents had said. He had heard so many stories about his parents growing up and he knew without a doubt the two of them had been amazing people. He wished he could grow up to be half the person they were. "I hope I'm making them proud, wherever they are." He let out a barely audible sigh. "It's a shame. You're missing out."

"Well, at least they know you tried," she said, and nodded, biting her lip. "I know. I just don’t want to burden you with something irrelevant and small. Most of my problems aren’t that big." Well, unless you count a recurring nightmare that makes her scream and thrash in her sleep, small… Which most people wouldn’t, but Carson didn’t want to tell him what had happened to her the summer between fifth and sixth year. Only Elijah, Grayson, Avery, Alex, Cole and her parents know. She never told Teddy.

Carson chuckled. “I do love your grandmother. She tells the most amazing stories, ya know? I love her name too. Did she ever tell you that she was named not just after a constellation, but after a princess from the Greek Mythology as well?” she asked, her inner nerd showing, before she blushed. “Uh, forget what I just said.” She always thought that she’d bore him if she talked a lot about Greek myths. “That’s not true; why would she like a family friend’s daughter more than she loves you, her grandson? And don’t you ever think that. You’re a great wizard Teddy.” Carson smiled at him and shook her head at his words. “How can I be more than that, when that’s all I truly am?”

"Still, a problem is a problem no matter how small," he stated, "No problem is irrelevant. It might help you slightly if you were to get it off your chest." He knew that the latter was easier said than done. Teddy himself struggled with opening up about his problems to others. He didn't want to appear pushy so he quickly added in, "You don't need to. I'm not forcing you. Just if you ever want to, I'll be here."

Teddy chuckled along with Carson. "I love her too. Yeah, she does but she's kind of getting to that stage where she'll tell you a story again and again because she forgets she already told you it before." His expression turned sad momentarily. He loved his grandmother with all his heart. She was the only real family he has left. He'd be lost if anything were to happen to her. Teddy always sits there and lets her excitedly explain her stories to him even though he had probably heard twice before in the same week. He couldn't bare to hurt her feelings. "Because I'm constantly tripping over stuff and breaking cups and plates," he replied with a light laugh. "It kinda sucks that you don't see yourself the way I see you, the way Eli sees you, the way Cole sees or the way Grayson sees you. Even the way my grandmother sees you. There's probably a spell lurking around in a book somewhere that can help you do just that. I'll find it for you, if you want."

She forced a smile on her face. “That’s my job Ted,” she said quietly, looking at him. “To understand people and be the comforter.” That’s how it’s been and that’s how it will always be. “It’s the least I can do for people putting up with my shit.” Even though she barely has any issues other than well, guy issues, she still thinks that she’s a burden to people, so she lets them rant and she listens attentively.

"I’m not kidding; you know how reckless I can get and how I’m more of a ‘do before thinking through’ kind of person. That’s what will be the death of me," she shook her head. "Your grandmother’s probably just saying that to be nice." Carson can’t accept compliments, no matter how hard she tries to, it just doesn’t work. "That’s not true; your best subject is DADA, and you got that from your Dad. You’ll be great at fighting Dark wizards, Ted. Your Mum was an amazing Auror, and your Dad was a great DADA teacher. If anything, you’ll do tons better than me." She smiled softly at his words. "Thanks, but we all know that I’m not amazing. I’m just your normal, average witch. Who happens to be a good archer. No more, no less."

"I never know how to comfort people properly," he says with a deep sigh. "All I can ever manage is "That sucks' and a pat on the back and I feel bad because I know that that's not what they need." He nudged her with his shoulder. "Hey. You know you can talk to me about anything, right?" Carson had been there for Teddy more times than he could count and the least he could do was repay the favor. 

He gave her a look. "My grandmother saying that just to be nice? C'mon Carson you know my grandmother. If she doesn't like something, she'll let you know. She says the truth no matter what the outcome. I'm convinced she likes you more than me. She's always asking me to invite you over more often. I think she thinks the pair of you are friends." He shook his head, despite the facts about his parents being true. "My clumsiness overpowers my talents for DADA. I'll send a strong stunning curse but then I'll trip over my own feet and send it flying in the opposite members, probably hitting one of the good guys in the process." He returned her smile with a small one of his own but it faltered slightly as she began doubting herself. He wished Carson could see what an amazing friend he thought she was. "That isn't true. You're more than that. If anyone disagrees they can deal with me."