#tedxtnxs

It really was just Andromeda’s luck to be paired with Ted for this potions assignment, not ideal but not entirely bad either. Last year she would have called him a friend, possibly even something more, but her head was clearer now. The summer had come and gone with the two of them barely speaking, if Ted had tried to reach out she hadn’t responded. She told herself that she had just been wrapped up in the idea of a teenage romance, something she might expect from Narcissa but that she was definitely too sensible to entertain. Her holiday had been spent with those like her, purebloods and the wealthy. She had travelled to the south of France with her family, and socialised at countless galas and parties with those she constantly reminded herself were her people, even if she often found that her smile was forced and had to fight the urge to roll her eyes when some people spoke. She had allowed herself to be swallowed up again by the elitist bubble, willingly forgetting that the outside world existed.

That all changed when she returned to Hogwarts. She was once again reminded that the horizon stretched far further than her family claimed and of the hypocrisy of her class, especially those she had to share a common room with. There were plenty of people more more intelligent, more accomplished and more interesting than the children of the Sacred 28 and they were just as worthy of recognition as anybody else. Her sisters didn’t agree, but she was starting to think they weren’t completely right either. Seeing Ted again had only brought everything she had felt in fifth year, everything she thought she had just imagined, flooding back. Getting to know him had opened her eyes up to all these realisations. She had no idea that she could have so much in common with a muggleborn, let alone learn from him. He had brought out a side to her that nobody else, even herself, had ever seen and she had trusted him enough to share things she hadn’t even told her sisters with him. The both of them being made prefects had also made avoiding him more difficult, it was impossible to maintain her usual levels of iciness when on patrol with him for hours at a time. He was just infuriatingly friendly and easy to talk to.

She arrived at the classroom they had booked to work on the project at exactly the agreed upon time only to find Ted already there. “Good afternoon,” she greeted him politely and took a seat at the table. “How long have you been waiting?”