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The eleven year old clutched the parchment containing his school supply list to his chest. He was so close, soon he would pack up his things and spend the whole year away from home. Sure he was nervous but mostly he was excited. 

He had been to Diagon Alley many times, but this time felt different. Eagerly he looked from Remus to Sirius. Teddy took a breath, grinning as he looked down at the list, everything on the list seemed to be more exciting than the next, from cauldrons to school books, to robes and finally: a wand. 

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Hufflepuff’s work hard but when they break, they break. It had been a wild night in the Hufflepuff common room. A week of mid-Term assignments and quizzes had left everyone with an intense desire to unwind. Firewhisky poured freely and a fair few other recreational substances had changed hands. And 15-year old Teddy was at the center of the fun, shaking off the stress of upcoming OWL’s.

The next morning hit like a train wreck, in hindsight it may have been unwise to have a party on a Sunday night. Opening his eyes slowly Teddy dragged himself out of bed, pulling on his robes and shoes before collecting his things. It wasn’t until he stumbled into the washroom that he noticed something drastically different about his reflection. 

There, on the left side of his nose was a small black ring... a piercing. A warm red circle surrounded the fresh wound which was tender to the touch. Though Teddy could not remember for the life of him how it had gotten there he quite liked it. 

Breakfast conversation gave him the answers he needed, last night after his blood was more firewhisky than water, a seventh year student named Troy had done the honors. The only thing he was worried about now was Defence Against the Dark Arts. 

Sirius stood outside Remus’s door, paranoid that someone would round the corner at any moment. However, he knew he couldn’t just force himself into the room, especially not after turning up like this. His hair was a mess, the torn prison clothes hanging loosely off his frail frame. 

“I.. I didn’t think you would cry over me...” Sirius had expected anger, hatred, not the defeat he heard in Remus’ tone. He had spent 12 years assuming that the love of his life would hate him, only to find out that the other had shed tears.