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Post by Deamon on Jul 30, 2009 9:29:35 GMT -5
Ted Lupin gathered a pile of snow in his bare hands and formed it into a snowball. Just behind him, the Shrieking Shack rose to meet the steel grey sky. It was suppose to snow again; everyone was safely hidden in one of the many shops in Hogsmeade. Except Teddy.
He threw the snowball as hard as he could at the Shrieking Shack, anger, confusion, and a great sense of loss building up inside of him. He had come to visit the Shrieking Shack to think. I could've stayed at school, he thought bitterly. He could've stayed at the castle and talked to Romulus, or could've caught up on his studies. On a whim, though, he decided to visit the Shrieking Shack.
Teddy learned the secrets of the Shrieking Shack not from Romulus, his father's brother, but from Harry, the son of his father's friend. Romulus and Harry had a fight about that, but Teddy loved hearing anything about his father.
Making another snowball, Teddy launched it at the Shrieking Shack and watched it splatter several feet short. He turned, suddenly cold. He saw a single person coming towards him, but in the swirling snow he couldn't make out who it was.
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Post by Inky on Jul 30, 2009 10:59:58 GMT -5
Victoire ambled up towards the shack, muttering French under her breath - she was in one of those moods. She needed to chill out - but there was no where quiet enough for her to be alone. Hogsmeade was packed, Hogwarts was always full of people - so she'd decided to make her way up to the shack. It was secluded, and she didn't expect anyone to be up there, not in this weather at least.
The snow was blinding her, scratching at her face like a cat. She hatted cats. Her sister's cat especially. How she loathed that cat... It had it out for her, she knew it. Her face grimaced as she pictured that cat now... someday.. someday It'd be gone from her life.
She raised her arm against the oncoming blizzard, trying in vain to protect her beauty from the harsh conditions around her. she opened her eyes a fraction more - where the hell was this place? - and in doing so saw a solitary figure standing beside the shack, arms flailing madly, then stopping, crouching, standing still for a moment and starting the motions all over again.
Oh great was all she could think - the one place she thought she could be alone and hey, someone had beaten her to it. And what were they even doing, anyway?
She stopped for a moment gathering her breath from the climb up the hillside, stood still, staring at the figure a little ahead of her, trying to work out if it was friend or foe.
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Post by Deamon on Jul 30, 2009 12:07:23 GMT -5
Teddy relaxed and smiled slightly, realizing it was only Victorie. He raised his hand to wave, and then heard a low stream of French. He dropped his hand.
"Hello," Teddy called. "What brings you up this way?"
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Post by Inky on Jul 30, 2009 12:11:48 GMT -5
Recognizing the familiar voice, she called out to him, French accent obvious - "Teddy? Is that you?" she blinked again, snow clouding her vision. She shook her head slightly - "Never mind me, what about you?". Looking at his snow covered gloves, and the little dips in the snow in between and the shack... Well, her logic wasn't that bad - she could figure it out. She came closer, and stood again, hand on hip - "What's all this about then?"
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Post by Deamon on Jul 30, 2009 12:28:49 GMT -5
Teddy's smile widened when he saw Victorie. It was no secret their affections for one another. He took a couple steps in her direction.
"I call it 'anger management', but Romulus calls it 'trouble making'," he said easily, grinning. The grin slipped, though, as he glanced back at the Shrieking Shack. He lowered his gaze for a few seconds, wiping the back of his hand across his eyes quickly.
"I just came out here to think," Teddy said. "You know, my dad used this shack when he went to Hogwarts." Teddy only knew this from one of his godfather's tales, from when he was at Hogwarts. He knew little about his parents if it hadn't been for his grandmother, his godfather, and his extended family.
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Post by Inky on Jul 30, 2009 12:37:29 GMT -5
She smiled back at him - "And what, exactly, do you have to be angry about?" She tilted her head to the side, looking at him, under her lashes. She took another step forward, and was now directly in front of him. She took his hand in hers - his large bulky, gloved hand was much larger then her dainty snow white skined one. She smiled again as she compared them - so different, yet so alike, in some ways.
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Post by Deamon on Jul 30, 2009 12:49:04 GMT -5
"The world," Teddy said, blushing slightly. He had more to say but words failed him. The anger laid more with Voldemort and his Death Eaters, whom killed his parents during the Battle of Hogwarts. Particularly he was angry at Antonin Dolohov, who killed his father, and Bellatrix Lestrange, who killed his mother. After seventeen years of growing up, only surrounded by distant family, the anger, bewilderment, and confusion was still just as heavy and deep as it was eleven years ago, when he first asked his godfather about his parents.
"C'mon, let's go get some butterbeer," Teddy said, tugging on Victorie's hand. "I'm cold, and I could do with some cheering." He smiled, but Victorie didn't seem to budge. Teddy turned back to her. He was only an inch or two taller, he realized.
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Post by Inky on Jul 30, 2009 13:56:08 GMT -5
Her brow furrowed - he was hiding something from her, she knew it. What did he mean? This boy was like an open book to her, she could read him so well. After all, they had grown up together.
She stood still at his suggestion of a butterbeer... yep, defiantly hiding something. Why else would he change the subject so quickly?
"Teddy... you know you can tell me..." she spoke softly, eyeing his expressions, and then went forwards slightly again, so she was back next to him. "what is it? I can tell there's something." she stood face to face with him again, "You can tell me."
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Post by Deamon on Jul 30, 2009 14:28:05 GMT -5
"Harry, Grandmama won't tell me anything about my parents," Six year old Teddy was tugging at his godfather's hand. "Who were they?" Harry looked down at the child, and then lifted him into his lap.
"Your father was a remarkable man, Ted," Harry began. "Remus wanted to only better this world for you. He fought with me to ensure a brighter world for you and all children everywhere. I was thirteen when I met him, you know. He taught D.A.D.A like your uncle does."
"What about my mom?" Teddy complained. "Tell me about her!" Harry sighed. To be honest, he didn't know much about Tonks.
"Well, your mom... she's much like you," Harry began.
"How so?" Teddy badgered.
"You're a Metamorphmagus, like Tonks was," Harry answered, running a hand through Teddy's hair (which had gone a light shade of red, much like the Weasley's color). "It means you can change your appearance at will, Teddy. She fought with Remus at the Battle of Hogwarts, for the same reason."
Teddy blinked and looked around him, surprised to find himself beside the Shrieking Shack. He swallowed and caught the last of Victorie's words. He gave a small smile, but that quickly vanished.
"I can't help but think about Dolohov and Lestrang," he admitted. He turned his back on Victorie, looking back at the Shrieking Shack. "And my parents." Of course, he had family and friends that loved him, but seeing Victorie with her dad, or the Potter kids with Harry hurt him deeply, more than words could express. He had confided in Harry one night about it; he knew Harry had a similar background as to him.
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Post by Inky on Jul 30, 2009 14:52:11 GMT -5
Vicky sensed he was elsewhere, she looked into his eyes, they were staring away from her, glassy -eyed.
As he turned away, she lost her grip on his hand; it fell back to her side.
Her eyes also glazed over - Sometimes she just didn't know how to comfort him, especially when he was like this. What could she say? It wasn't like she could sympathize - her parents, thankfully were alive and well. That said, He father wasn't all well... Fenrir had attacked him also, just like Remus. It was almost a special connection that they had together, Vicky and Ted, one she wished neither of them had.
"Teddy...." her voice was soft still, and she approached him from behind, and took both his hands in hers. She rested her head against his back; "You know they would have been so proud of you, right?" her eyes leaked onto the back of his jacket - Did he know how much it hurt her, to see him hurting?
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Post by Deamon on Jul 30, 2009 15:14:13 GMT -5
Teddy stood quietly for a few more seconds. He turned around slowly, wrapping his arms around Victorie. He didn't reply, because he honestly didn't know what his parents would think about him. He just bent his neck to kiss, when he heard a yell. Looking up quickly, he saw James coming towards him, grinning and holding a snow ball.
"Oh, boy," Teddy whispered. "C'mon, butterbeer time."
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Post by Inky on Jul 30, 2009 15:31:51 GMT -5
She buried her head in his chest, the wind whipping her hair all around them. She breathed in his scent - mesmerized, she could have stood there for hours. she was in bliss, Just being with him - that was until James, another of her cousins appeared, grin mischievously placed on his face. " "Right" she said, leaning back slightly, looking up at him - "Butter beer time it is."
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