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You’re making me ship snupin and that’s…. Scary

He didn’t want to be the one telling her, not while she was still in the hospital. Theodore had never actually spoken to Lavender, but if there was one thing that he could say with certainty, then it was that she deserved better than being pushed into a marriage with him, not after the war, not after what had happened to her. He’d been told, because he had to know as her future husband, and he was wondering just what his father had been thinking.

Maybe it was Wiliam Nott’s cruel humour.

A nurse was leading him through the hospital until they reached the room in which Lavender would be. The nurse knocked, but she didn’t wait for an answer, instead opened the door immediately and pushed Theodore inside. He heard the door fall shut right behind him and he let out a soundless sigh. This could only end horribly. He slowly stepped toward the bed, chewing on his lower lip. She still looked horrible, which made sense, considering that she’d barely even survived the attack, and that just made it so much more unfair to force this on her.

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“ It’s nae much, but it’ll dae.” Eden said in a gentle tone as he tapped his wand on the door handle, it opening to a small, cozy flat. It was the calming, cool color of sea foam green, the walls reminiscent of the ocean, something Eden was so fond of. 

Upon the walls were memorabilia of his childhood with music records and guitars decorating the walls, posters of his favorite sports teams in the muggle world hanging alongside posters of Scotland’s Quidditch team. There were bookshelves filled with magic and muggle books alike. 

In the corner was a large television and a VCR player; a tall stereo beside it. The flat must’ve been bigger on the inside. Down the hallway in one of the spare room’s was Eden’s study, there a large grand piano nestled in the corner, several guitars sat upright in their stands, and upon the table closest to the door was a violin with violet trimmings. 

Eden wiggled his arms out of his coat and haphazardly threw it over the side of his recliner chair. He turned to Roph and smiled. 

“ Make yerself at home. Yer room is goin’ tae be the last won on the left, ye ken?” 

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Harry pressed a hand to his eye and then slipped his fingers from beneath his spectacles. It had been a long night and he was tired of the glad handing. His face hurt from smiling and his heart hurt from the earlier conversation he’d had with Ginny, who’d unceremoniously dumped him for some up and coming quidditch player on the Canons.