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Rarer Than a Can of Dandelion and Burdock.

ik this is shitty and inadequate compared to yours but i gave it my best shot 

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James Potter to Shitty Grammar Users ft. Remus Lupin: isn’t it such a beautiful day

James Potter: the grass has never seemed so green

James Potter: the sky has never seemed so blue

Remus Lupin: James, we know that Lily sat next to you in English, you can shut up now.

James Potter: HOW BEAUTIFUL MOONY

James Potter: HOW BRIGHT

James Potter: AND WONDERFUL

Remus Lupin has left the chat.

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James Potter to james was ogling evans in history: so melanie griffiths is having a party on saturday

James Potter: and i was NOT ogling evans in history

Remus Lupin: You were.

Peter Pettigrew: yea u kinda were

Sirius Black: u were looking at her the way remus lupin looks at english task sheets

Remus Lupin: Fuck off, Sirius.

Sirius Black: I’M JUST SAYING

Remus Lupin has removed Sirius Black from the chat.

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Peter Pettigrew to Remus Lupin: what does aggregate mean??

Peter Pettigrew: moony??

Peter Pettigrew: moons??

Peter Pettigrew: moonyyyyy??

Remus Lupin: It means “whole” or “total amount”.

Peter Pettigrew: thank

Peter Pettigrew: now what’s a good way to convince someone that macbeth’s actions in the play were completely justified

Remus Lupin: I’m not writing your essay for you.

Peter Pettigrew: worth a shot

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Peter Pettigrew to James Potter: hey james what’s a good way to convince people that macbeth’s actions in the play were completely justified

James Potter: did u already ask moony about this

Peter Pettigrew: yes

James Potter: what did he say

Peter Pettigrew: he said that he won’t write my essay for me

James Potter: classic lupin

James Potter: i’ll see what i can do

Peter Pettigrew: THANK

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James Potter to Remus Lupin: so moony

Remus Lupin: I’m not writing Peter’s essay for him.

James Potter: bugger

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Sirius Black to suit up lads we’re goin out: we are getting shitfaced!!!!!!!tonight

Remus Lupin: Are you not already drunk? Or do you always text like that?

Sirius Black: fuk off lupin u know my texting style not my story

Remus Lupin: Unfortunately, I know both, and each is as poorly articulated as the other.

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James Potter to Remus Lupin: remus sirius wants me to let you know that he’ll only be speaking to you through me now

Remus Lupin: Then you can tell Sirius that I refuse to take part in his ridiculous, childish antics.

James Potter: look lupin if you’re going to keep so comprehensively tearing people to shreds in the group chats i’m going to have to block you

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James Potter to Sirius Black: remus wants me to tell you that he refuses to take part in your “ridiculous, childish antics”

Sirius Black: wELL YOU CAN TELL REMUS THAT I’M NOT GIVING HIM BACK HIS CHARIZARD CARD

Sirius Black: and i’m not childish

Sirius Black: where tf did he get that idea

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Remus Lupin to Sirius Black: How dare you not give me back my Charizard card.

Remus Lupin: It’s an ANTIQUE.

Sirius Black: so is your grammar

Remus Lupin has left the chat.

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Sirius Black changed the name of the chat to ‘remus lupin is a dickwad’.

Sirius Black: can someone please inform remus lupin that he is no longer invited to melanie griffiths party

Remus Lupin changed the name of the chat to ‘Sirius Black is a Fuckwit’.

Remus Lupin: You can’t disinvite me Sirius it’s not your party

Sirius Black: hOW THE EVER LOVING FUCK

Sirius Black: I THOUGHT I KICKED YOU OUT

Sirius Black has removed Remus Lupin from the chat.

Sirius Black changed the name of the chat to ‘remus lupin is a dickwad’.

Sirius Black: much better

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Sirius Black to Remus Lupin: IM S RY MOONMS MCMOONS LET S NOT FIGHT

Remus Lupin: You’re standing right next to me Sirius do you really need to text me?

Sirius Black: yws

Sirius Black: yew

Sirius Black: yes

Remus Lupin: How drunk are you?

Sirius Black: lets se shall we

Remus Lupin: OK that demonstration was unnecessary

Remus Lupin: And I’m pretty sure that vase was an antique.

Sirius Black: so is ur grammar

Remus Lupin: You’ve made that joke before.

Sirius Black: have i?? how odd

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Sirius Black sent a video to this party is bangin!!!!.

Remus Lupin: Wow.

Remus Lupin: That’s a lot of skin.

Peter Pettigrew: i’m not even sure what i’m even looking at

James Potter: who is that on top of you

Sirius Black: oh fUC K tht wasnt meat for yo u fuc fuck fu k

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Peter Pettigrew to sirius black got to third with melanie griffiths last night: sirius how much of last night do you remember

Sirius Black: um

Sirius Black: everything

Sirius Black: excuse u

Remus Lupin: Even the bit when you broke that irreplaceable, priceless vase?

Sirius Black: well

Remus Lupin: And when you sent us all a video of you getting to third with Melanie?

Sirius Black: yes but

Remus Lupin: Or the bit when you jumped on her coffee table and declared yourself our Lord and Saviour?

Sirius Black: wait

Sirius Black: that was me??

Sirius Black: i could’ve sworn it was james

Remus Lupin: Oh, my bad. It WAS James.

Sirius Black: looks like i’m not the only one who can’t remember everything that happened last night moons mcmoons ;))))))

Remus Lupin: shut up

James Potter: my head hurts can you all shut up now

Sirius Black: james do you really want to miss your hour of triumph

Sirius Black: james

Sirius Black: jaaaaames

Sirius Black: jim

Sirius Black: jimbob

Sirius Black: jiminy cricket

James Potter: i hate you

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James Potter to Sirius Black: how’s film my compadre

Sirius Black: fan-fucking-tabulous

Sirius Black: how’s legal

James Potter: remus just said for shame to mcgonagall i think he’s gettin a bit too into it

Sirius Black: oh my god

James Potter: i know

Sirius Black: has he mentioned poetic technique yet

James Potter: not yet i

James Potter: oh wait

James Potter: there he goes

Sirius Black: told u so

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Sirius Black to I’m Not Doing Your Macbeth Essay For You, Peter: ok this is ridiculous

Sirius Black: i didn’t even do anything wRONG

Remus Lupin: Sirius, you set the Science Labs on fire.

Sirius Black: it was just a little one

Remus Lupin: The police showed up.

Remus Lupin: They called it an act of arsen.

Peter Pettigrew: ARSEen

Sirius Black: HA

Sirius Black: ARSE

Remus Lupin has left the chat.

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Sirius Black to Remus Lupin: where were you at lunch

Remus Lupin: Debating

Remus Lupin: Sorry

Sirius Black: sometimes i think u value that club more than your best friends

Remus Lupin: I do

Sirius Black: rude

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James Potter to Sirius Black: sirs

James Potter: *sirius

James Potter: evans just sat down next to me

James Potter: what do i say

James Potter: holy fuck she smells so nice

James Potter: sirius i

James Potter: hey sirius, it’s lily

James Potter: i stole james’s phone

Sirius Black: lovely to make your acquaintance, evans

James Potter: have you got the answer to number 2

Sirius Black: sure thing one sec

Sirius Black sent a picture to James Potter.

James Potter: is that a penis in the corner

Sirius Black: yep

James Potter: charming

James Potter: it looks very small

James Potter: is meant to be it yours

Sirius Black has removed James Potter from the chat.

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Sirius Black to James Potter: james your girlfriend is a dick

James Potter: she’s not my girlfriend

James Potter: and hOW DARE YOU CALL HER A DICK

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Remus Lupin to Sirius Black: remus lupin, credible student that i am, wants you, sirius black to know, that lily evans can murder you with her pinkie finger

Sirius Black: piss off evans

Remus Lupin: fuck

Remus Lupin: what gave me away

Remus Lupin: was it the grammar

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Sirius Black to Remus Lupin: this is so unfair why am i the only one in detention

Sirius Black: you masterminded practically the whole thing

Sirius Black: the plans were written in yOUR HANDWRITING

Sirius Black: I DEMAND JUSTICE

Remus Lupin: A good magician never reveals his secrets.

Sirius Black: u just can’t afford any demerits on your perfect record u traitor

Remus Lupin: What’s the difference?

Sirius Black: the difference is YOU’RE A MASSIVE PRAT

Remus Lupin: Oops, got to go

Remus Lupin has left the chat.

Sirius Black: prat

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James Potter to it’s saturday night and i won’t be long: i have beer

Sirius Black: omw

James Potter: rems where’s that tequila at

Remus Lupin: on it

Peter Pettigrew: i have orange juice and some stale crackers

Sirius Black: better than nothing

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Sirius Black to Peter Pettigrew: at least u tried

Peter Pettigrew: shut up

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James Potter to joking white: is he ok

James Potter: he’s not using proper grammar

Sirius Black: i think he’s still a bit upset about that b+

James Potter: ah

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Peter Pettigrew to ladies and the tramp: guess who i just saw walking into school together

Sirius Black: i bet it was remus and mcgonagall

Remus Lupin: rude

Peter Pettigrew: PRONGS AND EVANS

Sirius Black: WHAT

Remus Lupin: Oh my god

Sirius Black: did he force her into it

Sirius Black: i bet he forced her into it

Sirius Black: what was her body language like

Sirius Black: was it anything like ‘help i’m being kidnapped by a creepy stranger who doesn’t brush his hair’

Peter Pettigrew: uhm

Peter Pettigrew: idk i’m not very good at reading body language

Peter Pettigrew: but she was smiling??

Sirius Black: that’s it i’m going to find them

Sirius Black: lupin??

Remus Lupin: On my way there now

Sirius Black: excellent

Sirius Black: bring your camera

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Peter Pettigrew to Sirius Black: where were you during calc??

Sirius Black: didn’t want to come

Peter Pettigrew: fair enough

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Remus Lupin to good hair and three other guys: Confrontation in the quad

James Potter: oh my god he’s right

James Potter: pete

James Potter: pete

James Potter: peter when you get this get off your fuckign ass and get down to the quad asap

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James Potter to Sirius Black: i know you’re kind of preoccupied by three severely intellectually challenged fuckwits rn but just so you know we’re on our way

James Potter: srs

James Potter: sirius

James Potter: mate

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James Potter to Remus Lupin: hey how are your ribs

Remus Lupin: sore

Remus Lupin: how’s your nose

James Potter: still crooked

James Potter: do you think evans would go for that kind of look

James Potter: you know

James Potter: kind of edgy and roughed up

James Potter: remus

James Potter: remus

James Potter: hello

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Sirius Black to idiots who ride together die together: detention for the rest of the month

Sirius Black: i hate my brother

James Potter: uhm

James Potter: rude

Remus Lupin: yeah mate, real nice

Peter Pettigrew: well if it’s any consolation, we hate you to

Sirius Black: what??

Sirius Black: oh

Sirius Black changed the chat name to ‘sentimental shitheads and another guy with really good hair’.

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Sirius Black to James Potter: so you and evans were sitting very close in art

James Potter: you don’t even take art

Sirius Black: remus told me

James Potter: remus doesn’t even take art

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Sirius Black to cool guys and one other guy who looks like maurice moss from the it crowd: i mean

Sirius Black: he seemed like a really cool guy

Sirius Black: i just hope he’s doing alright up there

Remus Lupin: sirius it’s four in the morning can you stop talking about harambe

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Sirius Black to James Potter: do u think pigeons have feelings

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Sirius Black to our moony got sent to regionals for debating championships and we’re suffering without him: wHO PUTS THE GLAD IN GLADIATOR

James Potter: R E M US  L U P I N

Sirius Black: WHOS DARING DEEDS ARE GREAT THEATRE

Peter Pettigrew: RE M U S L U P I N

Sirius Black: IS HE BOLD

James Potter: no ones braver

Sirius Black: IS HE SWEET

James Potter: OUR FAVOURITE FLAVOUR

Sirius Black: R E M U S L U P I N

James Potter: bless my soul remus is on a roll

Remus Lupin: look i miss you guys too but i’m in the middle of a very lengthy debate right now

Sirius Black: GO MOONY

Sirius Black: FLY

Sirius Black: LIVE YOUR DREAM

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Sirius Black to meme lords: i hate exams

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Peter Pettigrew to Sirius Black: how much have you studied for calc

Sirius Black: none

Peter Pettigrew: brilliant

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Remus Lupin to WE!!! HATE!!! EXAMS!!!: well I definitely failed that one

Sirius Black: shut up lupin u haven’t failed anything

Remus Lupin: i just wish i had more time to study

James Potter: instead of making out with clancy goshawk in the band rooms u mean

Remus Lupin: WE WEREN’T MAKING OUT

Remus Lupin: SHE NEEDED HELP ON HER MUSIC EXAM

Peter Pettigrew: suuuuuuuuuure

Remus Lupin: I hate you all

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Sirius Black to remus shut up 89% is hardly a bad grade: SCHOOLS OUT LADS

Sirius Black: WE’RE FREEEEE

Sirius Black: LET’S GET SHITFACED!!!!

Remus Lupin: not everything is an opportunity to get shitfaced sirius

Sirius Black: live and let live as i always say lupin

Peter Pettigrew: oh my god

Peter Pettigrew: turn around

Sirius Black: OH MY GOD

Sirius Black: DOTH MY EYES DECEIVE ME

Sirius Black: PRONGS IS MAKIN OUT WITH EVANS

Sirius Black: THIS IS THE SINGLEST GREATEST DAY OF MY LIFE

Sirius Black: LUPIN U HAVE TO SEE THIS

Remus Lupin: finally

Remus Lupin: i was wondering when that would happen

Sirius Black: YOU JUST WROTE IN ALL LOWERCASE WITH NO PUNCTUATION OR GRAMMAR I AM SO PROUD

Remus Lupin: ok but can we focus on prongs and lily for a second

Sirius Black: NOPE

Sirius Black: THIS TAKES PRECENDENCE

Sirius Black changed the name of the chat to ‘moony has seen the light’.

Remus Lupin: ur a dick

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Sirius Black to the three musketeers + james who is no longer a carefree bachelor: so

Sirius Black: when’s the wedding

James Potter: i hate you

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Softly, Sweetly.

*

He calls her Andy.

No-one calls her Andy.

It doesn’t make sense, really.

She grew up with her sisters, Bella and Cissy, respectively.

She didn’t have a nickname.

But he calls her Andy.

*

The first time it happens it booms out across the oak-leaf splattered quad like a the swing of a woodcutter’s axe.

‘Oi, Andy! Andy! Andromeda! Black!’

That gets her attention. The mention of her family name, her upheaval, her responsibility, what her sisters would say if they saw Ted Tonks, Muggle-born, upright and sturdy, striding across the quad with the sun streaking through his head of tawny hair and his amber eyes shining –

‘What do you want?’ she swipes, not unkindly, brisk, blunt, to-the-point.

He gives her a filthy, lopsided grin. It makes her heart ache. ‘Is that any way to greet an old friend?’

‘We’re not friends,’ she reminds him, taking off, legs cloaked in opaque stockings striding against the short length of her black, pleated skirt, a book pressed to the torso of her sweater.

‘What makes you say that?’ He asks, ever cheeky, jogging to catch up with her, all lumbering and broad-shouldered and grinning, fuck –

‘I said, we’re not friends. Tick off.’

‘Tick off? Really, Black?’

‘Go away, Tonks.’

‘No can do, Black. I have a bone to pick with you.’

‘Which is?’

‘Why d’you say we’re not friends?’

‘What?’

‘Why d’you say we’re not friends? Why d’you look at me in Charms and then look away? Why do you linger around the aisles in the library like there’s a bad smell under your nose?’

She considers this, an accosted look slapped across her face, her resemblance to her sisters probably never more pronounced. She considers, considers the fact that she has been looking, the fact that yes, she has been looking at Ted Tonks, and yes, he has been looking back.

He has been looking back, just as he is now, head cocked to one side, funny, thoughtful, lips twisted in a wry smile, eyes full of the sun.

She answers him, lips tight and expression tight and the whole length of her body, tight. ‘I don’t know,’ she says, her lips still pressed together as she sets off, stalking back across the length of the quad, back straight.

He doesn’t follow her.

*

He kissed her when they were fourteen.

It was Truth or Dare and it was a Hufflepuff winning streak and it was him, all gangly limbs and shoulders that were yet to be filled out and hands, hands everywhere, pressing her into the stone wall just outside the library.

‘What are you doing?’ she whispered, quietly, softly, insistently, as he pulled back a hairs breadth. His eyes were still closed.

‘Andromeda,’ he says, none-too-condescendingly, pink lips parted in silent appraisal, his breath caught between them, smelling like the woods on an Autumn day and distinctly boyish, ‘I’m kissing you.’

He does it again, lips soft and rough and roguish, all at once. He’s not that much taller than her.

She pulls away.

‘Don’t,’ she says, softly, venomously, low and dangerous and threatening, ‘ever do that again.’

He looks accosted, in his own, quiet way, wary and cautious and full of understanding.

And for three years, he doesn’t.

*

She’s resigned.

That’s how she hears him describe her to Clancy Goshawk in the Great Hall when she asks him why she looks like she has a stick up her ass.

‘She’s….’ Ted thinks, thoughtfully, for a moment, eyes full of puppyish hope, lips pursed. Boyish. ‘…resigned.’

‘Resigned?’ Clancy practically shrieks, falling back in her chair. She tosses her hair, slightly, casting a sly, backward glance in Andromeda’s direction. ‘You’re too nice to her, Tonks. You’ve got it bad.’

‘What can I say,’ he says, cheekily, wafting a hand, ‘I’m a man of many secrets.’

She smirks into her porridge.

*

‘We’re friends, aren’t we?’ He asks her, one day, catching up to her on her way back from the library.

‘No,’ she answers, shortly, then amends herself, quieter, softer, ‘no, we’re not.’

The puppy cocks his head to one side, surveying her, then says, ‘Can I change your mind on that?’

‘No,’ she says. ‘No, you can’t.’

‘Oh, well,’ he replies, smirkingly, walking backwards, eyes twinkling, ‘I’m going to, anyway,’

The broad-shouldered, cheeky git stumbles, crashing straight into McGonagall with an undignified squawk and a tip of his hat.

She sighs. Damn him, she thinks. Damn him to hell.

But she’s smiling.

*

When Andromeda smiles, it’s never full blown, nor is it minor, incompetent, miniscule.

Ted was right. She is resigned.

When Andromeda smiles, it’s slight. It’s a half-assed, backwards glance. It’s twisted lips, smirking, eyes shot, doe-like, shoulders hitched, laughter-muffled, achingly, pouringly, sweetly smiling.

He notices that about her.

He decides that he likes it.

He decides that he wants to be the cause of it.

He decides that he wants to make her smile more often.

*

Ted Tonks may have been a lot of things, but he wasn’t disrespectful.

So when he asks Andromeda why she doesn’t like him, it’s in the quiet, in the hazy hours of the afternoon, on a Sunday, in the back corner of the library.

She’s never there to study. She doesn’t need to. She could pass pretty much all her classes with her eyes shut.

She’s there to read.

She spends all of her time, lazily, eyes soft, thumbing a novel, daintily covered, embroidered in gold thread or upholstered in velvet or bound in leather.

She likes books about stars. He has no idea why.

Ted Tonks may not have been disrespectful, but he was certainly blunt.

‘Why don’t you like me?’ He asks her, brows furrowed.

She doesn’t start, just glances up at him, slowly, like she only just noticed he was there. Her eyes narrow.

‘I beg your pardon?’ She uses that voice again, low and harsh and dangerous. He thinks of her older sister.

‘I said,’ he slides into a seat next to her, ‘why don’t you like me?’

She doesn’t say anything. He continues.

‘Everyone likes me,’ he says, throwing an arm out, always gesturing with those muscled, beefy arms of his, ‘I like Quidditch and I’m not too shabby in classes, and I try to be nice to people. I try to be nice to you, Andromeda.’ He looks quietly furious, dropping his voice low. ‘Why don’t you like me?’

She has gone rigid, taught, eyes fixed on the table, legs pressed together. She’s quietly furious, too, but it’s a different kind. Where Ted is a raging inferno blazing 5 000 miles away, Andromeda is a bed of embers that threatens engulf your entire existence.

‘It’s not,’ she begins quietly, voice measured, breaths measured, ‘that I don’t like you, Tonks.’ He waits. ‘It’s that I do like you. Very much, in fact.’

He’s too confused to be elated. ‘Too much,’ she reiterates, in case he isn’t getting the message.

‘I don’t understand,’ he growls, not unkindly, ‘if you like me so much, then why don’t you –‘

‘Tonks,’ she interrupts him. She’s gone rigid, again. ‘It’s not up to me. I can like you all I want, and nothing’s ever going to happen. You must understand. It’s not up to me.’

He scowls. ‘Then who is it up to?’

She whispers. ‘Who do you think?’

There’s a second where he doesn’t speak. ‘Your family?’ he says, disbelieving.

She looks like she’s about to get angry, like, really angry, but measures herself at the last second, reigning in her anger like a fish on a line. ‘Ted, no. I – I can’t. I mean, yes, it is them. But, but I can’t – Agrippa, Merlin, fuck – ‘

She just swore. She never swears.

He looks at the table. She grabs his arm. Her eyes are filled with tears. He wants to punch a wall. ‘Ted,’ she whispers, imploringly. ‘Don’t you understand? You can’t make me choose –‘

‘I’m not making you choose.’ He interrupts her.

‘Yes – ’ she hisses, ‘ – you –’ her voice raises, ‘ – are!’ she yells.

He notices that she doesn’t yell like anyone he’s heard before. It’s low and guttural, not high or shrieking, like she’s spent her whole life talking in measured breaths. Maybe she has.

‘Ted,’ she continues, quietly, softly, ‘you are making me choose. Just by being around me. Because I can either have you or have my family. And I can’t have you.’

He’s not even quietly furious, now. He’s blatantly furious. He’s angry. And Ted is an angry crier.

‘I’m sorry,’ she chokes out, bitter.

‘Good thing nothing’s even happened between us, then,’ he tries to joke, but it splinters between his lips. It sounds like a slap.

‘I’m smart enough to know where this could go,’ she says, simply. She’s right. She is smart. She’s too smart. Too smart for him, anyway.

Andromeda doesn’t feel things quietly.

He gets up from the table.

She lets him go.

*

She thinks, after that, that she’s made her choice.

She hasn’t.

*

She kisses him when they’re sixteen.

There were utterances, splattered all over her Summer, her sister, making jibes and curses about Muggleborns, about Ted Tonks, about their younger cousin and his friends.

She marches into the Charms classroom on the first day back, and its empty save for Ted Tonks. She knew he’d be here. She knew he’d be alone. And she came anyway.

And he’s there, all 5’11 and sandy hair and warm, hazy, casual brown eyes, an easy gait and broad, broad, muscled shoulders, like he probably spent his whole summer chopping wood, and corded forearms and legs swathed in his fucking well-fitting woolen gray pants and rolled-up shirtsleeves and an askew Hufflepuff tie and a simple, easy, ear-splitting grin that breaks his face when he sees her, like he’s happy to see her, which he probably is.

‘Andy,’ he breathes. He’s still smiling.

She makes a choice.

She throws herself at him.

*

She becomes all about choices.

She chooses to draw him into the broom cupboard on the Fourth Floor, she chooses to visit him in the Hufflepuff Common Room on Tuesday night, she chooses to laugh at his jokes in Care of Magical Creatures.

She makes her choices.

She just isn’t choosing him.

*

It happens in the quiet, on the downlow, away from her sisters’ prying eyes and the word-of-mouth and that nosy Fourth Year who can’t keep her mouth shut.

She doesn’t sit with him in the Great Hall.

She doesn’t hold his hand on the way to Charms.

She doesn’t return his letters.

*

Ted Tonks also makes a choice.

He corners her after Charms, when she’s packing her books into her bag and straightening her shoulders and doing a great job of ignoring him.

She doesn’t look at him as he nears her.

‘We need to talk.’

It makes her start, almost imperceptibly, but she presses her lips together and keeps her eyes downcast and looks as though she has no idea what he’s talking about. The words bore a whole in her.

‘What about?’ She says on the sly, nose titled.

She goes to leave when he doesn’t answer, but he grabs her wrists. He’s desperate.

She holds his gaze. ‘Let go of me.’ Her voice is even.

He does. ‘I can’t do this anymore.’

She looks as though she hasn’t heard him, tipping her head up to look at him, back straight. ‘What?’ Her voice breaks on the word. It’s small. She ticks.

‘Andy,’ he says quietly. ‘I can’t do this anymore.’

She courses back, eyes wild. ‘I don’t know what you’re talking about.’ Moving past him, she’s almost at the threshold when –

‘Yes, you do.’

She turns around.

‘Andy, I – ’ He starts. ‘Andromeda. You know  – ’ His voice breaks. ‘I can’t do this. It – it hurts. It’s not enough. I mean, it’s good and all, snogging you – ’ He catches her smile. He mentally kicks himself in the shins. ‘ – but I can’t – ’ Her face breaks with his voice. ‘I can’t keep doing this. I want – I want more – ’ He steps forward, taking her hands. ‘I want you.’

She wrenches her hands from his grasp. ‘Teddy, that’s all well and good, but –‘

‘Don’t.’ He stops her. ‘Don’t pull that ‘Black Family Values’ crap on me.’ It may be the darkest selection of words he’s ever said to her, like he doesn’t know, but of course he knows, he knows all about the training stamped into her posture, the stillness in her eyes, the clasping of her hands, her voice –

‘I told you before.’ There it is again. Still. Calm. Deadly. ‘I don’t have a choice.’

‘I know,’ he wrenches the words out, ‘I know. And I can’t ask you to choose. Because it hurts you. And if there’s one thing I don’t want –‘ He reaches for her again. She lets him hold her arm. ‘It’s to hurt you.’

‘You are hurting me, Tonks.’ She says, evenly. She’s looking up at him through her lashes, the blunt strands of her hair. It kills him.

‘Then – fine.’ He says. ‘I’m not making you choose.’ He releases her. ‘You can have your family, Andy. I’m out of the running.’

Her eyes widen, even though she probably knew what he was going to do two steps before he did it.

‘You don’t have to choose me. I’m not a choice. Because it hurts too much to have you, but not be with you. It hurts me, Andy. I want you. Everything about you. I – ’ He utters the next words, quietly, looking at the floor. ‘I love you.’

She doesn’t let him finish.

She leaves.

*

She goes for almost a whole year without speaking to him, properly.

But it doesn’t stop the sun from bleeding in through the ink, like a kind of poison.

They smile at each other during class.

He sits nearer to her in the Great Hall.

He drops off Muggle books for her in the Library.

And it’s just like it was when they were fourteen.

Being with each other.

But not being with each other.

It lasts for almost a year.

And then they graduate.

And then it stops.

*

Andromeda Black makes a choice when she’s seventeen.

She packs her bags and whirls Cissy into a hug so tight that she thinks about the chinaware on display in their Mother’s vanity cabinet, leaves Bella all the books about horses they used to share when they were 10, empties out her drawers and leaves a note on her dresser, because they knew, they knew all along.

And it’s all just too much, anyway.

The sly glances and the easy smiles and the causal touches from him, and the snide remarks and tight-lipped expressions and underlying disapproval from them. They all rose to a crescendo in her ears that was so loud it felt as though she was drowning, that her ears were bleeding. She cut the chords.

Andromeda Black has a piece of parchment in her hand with a scratchy address on it, ripped from the envelope of Ted’s last letter, one that she didn’t respond to.

She treks through the woodland bordering a cottage, and she remembers, just as she thought when she held the paper in her hand and apparated there five minutes ago, that it’s peaceful, that it’s serene, that it’s beautiful.

We could have horses, she thinks. I could have horses.

And there’s a small bump swimming under the lace folds of her petticoat and tears swimming in front of her eyes as squashes bluebells under the soles of her riding boots.

The cottage is small, and cosy, built of stone and host to a chimney that leaves gusts of smoke drifting on the afternoon air.

And he’s there, standing in the yard, swinging an axe, wearing a thin flannel with that’s gone transparent and sweat forming on his brow, with a determined and hewn expression, somehow more at peace and more unhappy than she’s ever seen him.

He’s there.

And she’s there, standing at the edge of the wood, in a dress and a tweed blazer with a suitcase in one hand and the other resting on her stomach.

She’s there.

He sees her.

And it takes all of five seconds before he’s dropped the axe and she’s dropped her suitcase, and her surges toward her and she’s sprinting against the folds of her cotton dress, and he grabs her and she wraps her legs around him and his arms grasp her back and her waist and she holds his steady, steady jawline and kisses him like she’s wanted to for the past five years, completely and unburdened and without thought.

And he holds her against him, waiting even after they’ve pulled back, both of their eyes closed and their noses a hair’s breadth away. Her breathing is unsteady.

He lowers her to the ground with such care and thought and adoration it makes her heart break, making sure her footing is steady and that she’s standing upright that she has to swat him off, consumed with laughter, alight with happiness, her chest full of it, of him.

‘Teddy,’ she whispers against him, shaky. His hand cradles the back of her neck.

And she says the words that she’s wanted to say ever since she told him no, that she had a choice, and that the choice wasn’t him. Her voice breaks and her eyes are full of morning dew.

‘I choose you.’

alrightevans:

ok so maybe this is a bit different 2 what you were actually asking for bc i wanted to keep it short as i need to sleep BUT here you go :~)

‘I can’t believe I never thought of this.’

‘I told you, James, I’m the backbone of this fake engagement.’ 

Afficher davantage

lilyjpotter-deactivated20171013:

• all four of the marauders went to a completely ordinary state elementary school together and that is the way it always was
  
• they practically grew up in the era of cheeky nandos and grey skies and wooden desks
  
• but then they get older and they have the opportunity to go abroad, go stateside, go to london
  
• instead they get an apartment together in the city and practically paint the town red
  
• james is absolutely fuelled by the need to be useful and to do something
• he has all these ideas and he literally can’t wait to go to college
  
• sirius doesn’t really understand it
• he has no ambition
  
• he wouldn’t have even gone to uni if it weren’t for james
  
• he didn’t even question it, didn’t question coming to college, didn’t question all of them sticking together
  
• and in the month before applications sirius sat beside james while he was choosing his electives and at one point james turned to him and said ‘what are you gonna do?’
  
• he didn’t even mean to say it
  
• it just slipped out
  
• bc the last thing james wants is to pressure sirius about his future and james has all these ideas like them rooming together or renting a flat near the uni or doing whatever sirius wants to do just as so long as they’re together and
  
• ‘i’m coming with you.’
  
• ‘what?’
  
• james looks dumbfounded be he never thought, not for a second
  
• but sirius just looks as though he’s stating the obvious, leaning back in his chair and picking at his nails like he doesn’t give a flying fuck
  
• then applications open and its a riot
• james can’t quite hold his shit together
• ‘look at him, he’s so excited about to shit fucking harvard sweaters out his arse’
• ‘if only that were true, padfoot. then i could smother you to death with one’
  
• it gets to the night before applications are due in and remus is stressy af and won’t talk to anyone and is walking around the apartment crashing into things and muttering swear words under his breath and he keeps making cups of tea that no-one drinks
• ‘NO REMUS, I DON’T WANT ANOTHER CUP OF EARL GREY’
  
• it’s chaotic and james is sitting beside sirius and the computer screen is lighting up sirius’s face and james doesn’t even fucking know anymore bc he said that he wanted to come with him but they literally have like 30 minutes left
  
• and james buries his face in his hands bc sirius is doing that thing where he hovers the cursor over one option and looks back at james and makes a really exaggerated gesture like he’s about to click the mouse and then chickens out at the last second
• ‘FOR FUCKS SAKE PADFOOT, JUST FUCKING PICK ONE’
  
• sirius turns to him with a completely blank a expression before he raises an eyebrow, then lets a malignant, somewhat terrifying grin take over his face
  
• then he turns back to the computer and picks an elective at random and sends the application in with a minute to go
  
• ‘i can’t believe you just did that’
  
• ’sober up prongs, and get that stick out your arse. we’re going to uni’
  
• james sees how desperate remus is to get into a top school, to amount to something, to prove himself
  
• he doesn’t say anything about it, though
  
• none of them do
  
• and so remus works tirelessly and already has three jobs and spends time on his applications three months before they’re due
  
• he stress eats and doesn’t sleep and bites his nails into bloody stumps
  
• ‘you ok moony?’
  
• he’s not ok. he’s not ok and he doesn’t think he’ll ever be ok bc he doesn’t think he’s going to get accepted and he has to get into english lit, he has to
  
• either that or he moves to brighton to become a florist
  
• ‘i’d go with the florist idea, that sounds nice’
  
• ‘shut up pete’
  
• peter doesn’t know what to do
  
• i mean
  
• he has absolutely butt-fucking no idea
  
• and he manages to scrape an application together but it takes several nights of james holding his hand to get him through it
  
• in the end peter puts down architecture as his major
  
• ‘architecture, pete? really?’
  
• ‘what? i like drawing.’
  
• ‘but, pete, you have to be, like, good at maths to get into architecture’
  
• ‘yeah. hey, remus, maybe you should be an architect’
  
• ‘fuck off padfoot’
  
• and the funny thing is, it makes a fair amount of sense
• bc when they were in school they made an electronic map of all the school’s best makeout spots
• and even though remus did most of the coding
• pete was the one who did the design
  
• so pete sends his application in good time, and doesn’t actually stress that much about getting into a good course
  
• but he does stress that he won’t end up at the same school as the others
  
• he tries to bake his way through it, making all these tarts and cakes and pies that sirius happily devours
  
• but it’s hard for him to pretend that he’s not scared
  
• and he’s very, very scared
  
• so they wait
• unsurprisingly, sirius is the first one to get his application back
  
• ‘how you managed to send that in five seconds before midnight and get in, i have no fucking idea’
  
• ’i expect it’s just my spectacular charm and good looks’
  
• ‘yeah, that must be it’
  
• ‘shut up moony’
  
• james gets his back next and actually has to choose a course seeing as he got into so many, there’s no way he can do all of them
  
• they don’t hear any news for a week and then remus’s letter arrives
  
• several letters, actually
  
• because remus was the only one who bothered to apply to several schools bc james knew where he wanted to go since he was a little boy and sirius was always going to follow james and peter just had no idea
  
• and they all gather round the kitchen table and watch as remus opens acceptance letter
• after acceptance letter
• after acceptance letter
  
• and he’s beaming so much he can’t quite believe it and when he gets the letter for cambridge he opens it with shaking hands
  
• and he’s been offered a full scholarship and he stops breathing for a second
  
• ‘so, remus, where you gonna go?’
  
• he doesn’t even falter
  
• ‘with you guys, of course’
  
• they don’t hear anything for almost a month and pete gets steadily worse
  
• his anxiety increases tenfold and sirius keeps getting indigestion bc there are too many goddamn pies in the house that even he can’t eat them all
  
• peter ends up giving some away to old mrs norris who lives next door and offers some to the flat across the hall
  
• a pretty, red-haired girl opens the door
  
• she has a nice smile and smells like flowers and her whole apartment is bright and sunny
  
• she accepts the pies gladly and tells pete that she’d love to learn how to make them
  
• she looks about their age
  
• james has a fit and offers to deliver all the pies from now on
  
• remus and sirius look at each other with identical, knowing grins
• pete ends up getting his letter about a month after sirius
  
• and he gets accepted and he’s so excited that he bakes like 15 000 more pies and james offers to take all of them to the girl across the hall
  
• first term arrives and they’re all nervous af
  
• except maybe sirius who just spends a little extra time fiddling with the zippers on his leather jacket
  
• they rock up on campus and it’s full of bright-eyed, squeaky-voiced students handing out pamphlets
  
• sirius raises an eyebrow
• ‘where do they even get kids like these?’
  
• remus just shakes his head and says they probably feed the london kids something weird
  
• ‘yeah, like steroids’ james points out, gesturing to a crop of well-built guys who have to be the rowing team
• sirius’s eyebrows are still raised
• they make it to their first class together, but after that they split up
  
• sirius got into cinematography
  
• if he had been living with his parents when he was 16, he would’ve followed in the family footsteps and be practicing law by now, keeping up prestige and valour and all that crap, but he wasn’t, so he doesn’t
  
• he actually really enjoys cinematography
  
• he spends a fair amount of time in the developing room, working on it the old fashioned way
  
• but he loves cropping and cutting and learning how to take the perfect shot
  
• it turns out that he’s actually really good at telling stories, just not his own
  
• remus did get into english lit
  
• and photography
  
• and history
  
• james studies engineering and finance and marketing
  
• bc he’s fucking good with people and his mind works and clicks so quickly
  
• pete didn’t end up getting into architecture but he did get into engineering alongside james and he also takes a course in graphic design
  
• he spends about a month on the latter but decides that it relies too heavily on creativity and ends up studying in the library every night for a month and takes a back entrance into an architecture major
  
• and james and sirius and remus all look at each other when he tells them and they have to hide their grins bc they know how happy he is
  
• anyway one day remus is in his english lit class that the professor asks a question but before he can even think of the answer someone two rows in front of him has raised his hand
  
• and it’s the pretty, red-haired girl from across the hall
  
• not only does she answer the question, but she does it in a way that takes a subtle dig at the monotonous tone of the professor’s voice
  
• remus has to smother his laughter in the back of his hand
  
• he has to catch her after class
  
• she introduces herself as lily
  
• ‘nice to meet you lily, i’m remus’
  
• ‘you’re the group with the pies, right?’
  
• he laughs so hard she looks as though she’s made a mistake, but then he stumbles through the hysteria and says ‘yes. we’re the group with the pies’
  
• she grins and he invites her to have lunch with them
  
• she says yes
  
• they both rock up on the grass in the middle of the quad
  
• and james has a fucking heart attack
  
• he splutters around his mouthful of sandwich and makes a fucking mess of himself
  
• ‘who the fuck is this?’
  
• lily doesn’t even raise an eyebrow, just sits down calmly next to remus who introduces them all
  
• she winks at james
  
• ‘lovely to meet you too, potter’
  
• peter is aglow as soon as lily rocks up
  
• she grins at him and says ’you’re the one who makes such wonderful pies, aren’t you?’
  
• and he doesn’t stop smiling for the rest of the afternoon
  
• sirius just looks lily skeptically up and down and she boldly holds his gaze
  
• the conversation turns to soccer and someone mentions that james goes for arsenal lily makes a stab about them that has sirius choking on laughter
  
• ‘you’re not half bad, evans’
  
• ‘at least i don’t go for a shit soccer team’ she says, looking at james
  
• he tries to glower at her but it turns into a grin bc this girl is fucking incredible
  
• it doesn’t even matter abt soccer though, bc james has been playing for the a’s in cricket since he was thirteen
  
• and he strolls onto campus the next day in his cricket whites looking handsome and muscled and six feet tall
  
• and it’s lily’s turn to have a fucking heart attack
  
• ‘you alright there, evans?’
  
• ‘shut up, potter’
  
• lily ends up going to a shit-tonne of his matches and basking her legs in the sun
  
• james misses a hat trick bc he was too busy thinking that the freckles on her knees look like stars
  
• sirius brings it up at every opportunity
  
• lily is there on a bio major
  
• but she’s also doing chem
  
• she has no fucking idea why
  
• it’s just bc the coloured liquids in the vials are cool af
  
• she also happens to be top of the class in english lit
  
• and she’s cheeky and funny and spends so much of her time with the boys its incredible
  
• and she’s round at their apartment every other evening, watching tv and baking with peter and stealing remus’s books
  
• she sits on their couch and eats all the biscuits and reviews sirius’s films
  
• one day she’s not wearing socks and they’re all watching seinfeld re-runs and her foot brushes james’s leg
  
• and he has to bite the inside of his cheek to stop himself from imploding
  
• by the end of the semester she’s spending so much time in their apartment she practically lives there
  
• and james goes over to her’s one evening to ask where she is for dinner and he finds her in a heap on the floor of her flat, her chest heaving with sobs that make his heart break
  
• he kneels down and wraps his arms around and she looks at him like she’s only just noticed that he’s there
  
• ‘you can tell me, if you want’ he says quietly
  
• she wraps her arms around him and sobs into his chest and he strokes her hair and the sound of her crying is definitely the saddest thing he has ever heard
  
• and she tells him that the money from home to help pay for the flat hasn’t come and even with her half-scholarship and her job at a cafe in town she can’t pay the rent
  
• and asks her, without even thinking about it, because it feels so right and normal and finite, if she wants to move in with them
  
• ‘really?’ she asks, wide eyed. his arms are still around her
  
• ‘of course.’ he tells her, ‘i mean. everyone loves you, and you stole my copy of the friends dvd, and you practically live with us anyway’
• she laughs, and it’s high and musical and it fills him with warmth
  
• she moves in the next day
  
• and nothing much changes
  
• except one morning in the holidays she’s in the kitchen sitting on the counter eating cereal in nothing but a loose fitting t-shirt
  
• and james stumbles in, bleary-eyed
  
• and his hair is ruffled and his voice is raspy and his flannel pyjama pants are slung low on his hips and lily notices v-liNES
  
• but then sirius lumbers in yelling that he’s in desperate need of a coffee and starts complaining that lily’s eaten all the cereal
  
• they spend the whole of the break like that, comfortable and happy and together
  
• and by the time second semester rolls round, it’s much of the same
  
• except exams arrive and its the end of the school year and everyone is freaking out
  
• james tests lily with her homemade flashcards
  
• she spends hours - hours - helping to critique sirius on his grad film
  
• remus almost tears himself apart with revision but lily brings him cup of tea after cup of tea and holds his hand and quizzes him on battle of the somme dates
• peter is busy on his final design project and lily helps him tweak the final touches
• james comes up with all these fucking brilliant marketing concepts for his assessment like two days before the dute date and lily is in awe
  
• ‘you’re an idiot potter’
  
• ‘tell that to my a+, evans’
  
• everyone spends exam week running on coffee and tea and leftover pizza
  
• and the night before their final exams lily and james are up in the kitchen exchanging notes and running through ideas and trying not to die of fatigue
  
• but by the end of the next day kids are pouring through the classroom doors and everyone is bleak and grey-faced and quiet
  
• but then sirius roars out of his film assessment
  
• ‘ALRIGHT KIDS, LET’S GO GET SHITFACED’
  
• lily loops her arms through james’s and the five of them head off to the pub
  
• james keeps a tab open and everyone downs drink after drink
  
• and he looks at lily across the lacquered bartop and the weak light is streaked in her red hair and she’s smiling with remus with her arms around sirius’s shoulders and he thinks that he’s a little bit in love with her
  
• y’know
  
• just a little bit
  
• and they’re all so drunk and happy and they stumble back to their apartment at all hours
  
• and sirius passes out on the couch and remus and peter fall asleep in the hallway
  
• james and lily sit at the table in the living room giggling and hiccuping over a bottle of wine
  
• and they’re talking about the end of the year and their exams and she says ‘i think i like you, james’ before dropping her head on the table and falling asleep
  
• her carries her to bed and whispers ‘i think i like you too, evans’ into her hair
  
• they all have raging hangovers the next day
  
• but they head back to uni for their last hurrah before the year ends
  
• sirius is determined to fling his hat in the air but he doesn’t have a hat so he throws remus’s drink bottle instead
  
• it hits james on the head
  
• but the quad is full of people saying goodbye and it’s bright and warm for the first time in months and there’s sunlight filtering through the trees
  
• and it’s glorious
• lily grabs james’s hand and whoops triumphantly
  
• they all run out through the gates, happy and full of life
  
• and james grins
  
• because their future looks bright

aaaaaaaah omg you are now my Favorite Person congrats  AND YOUR WELCOME IM SO HAPPY PPL LOVE THIS FIC AS MUCH AS I DO AND THIS PART IS MY FAVOURITE ! so here you go friend

• andromeda doesn’t even know how she’ll dress, because she doesn’t even know how muggle girls dress, and now she wonders if ted has ever dated muggle girls before, and will she look stupid or do something wrong? and how do they dress for concerts? and how’s it gonna be?
  
• because the closest she’s ever been to a concert was regulus and narcissa’s piano duet on her father’s birthday ball that everyone had to painfully sit through
  
• finally she decides to send a letter to ted’s sister for advice (not without spending hours finding a postbox and do they just leave the letter inside the box?) hoping that the letter will arrive in time because the concert is in two weeks and she has no clue how much time it takes for a muggle letter to be delivered
  
• julia replies a week later and tells her to come to the clothing store she works at on thursday at 7pm before she closes the shop and she’ll help her with everything
  
• she spends a laughter-filled hour with her, trying on flower skirts, yellow blouses and even jeans - julia can’t believe it when andromeda tells her its the first time she ever wears pants
  
• they finally settle on a light blue pencil dress with a peter pan collar and comfortable white mary janes, and she does her hair in an extravagant updo that would proabably cause her mother to have a seizure if she ever saw it; one of julia’s co workers does her makeup, with flirty eyeliner and even - andromeda is secretly very excited about this - false eyelashes.
  
• she buys the dress, the shoes, and julia promises they’ll help her get ready when the day comes
  
• ted picks her up at 5 - not in front of her house, for bella and her parents are there tonight - but a few houses away, in ‘their’ corner; when she sees him, she releases herself from the disillusionment charm she had used so that her family wouldn’t see her leave the manor and also wouldn’t see her dressed like a vulgar muggle. they wouldn’t notice she was gone; her parents hardly distinguished her from bella anyway, and would probably have to think about it long and hard if you asked them in which year she was at hogwarts; and the latter was never in her bed at night, God only knew what she was up to.
  
• he looks handsome, casually dressed but ever so laid back and comfortable, as he always is, one hand in his pocket, the other reaching out to her. he has hair gel on.
  
• they have an argument on the train, because Yellow Submarine is definitely their best album, and I thought you knew what good music was, Edward, and You didn’t know what a bass was 6 months ago, Andromeda Black
  
• she can’t believe her eyes when she sees the crowd, and she thinks maybe this audience outnumbers the whole wizarding world, come to think of it
  
• when they reach the pit, she looks up at the sky and then at ted’s eyes and then at everyone beside her and she feels like she could take on the world
  
• she internally smiles at the face Cissy would pull if she saw her dancing and screaming next to sweaty teenage Muggles in a dress that doesn’t even reach her knees
  
• Ted stops singing along when she tells him that Paul is handsome, I have to say
  
• she cries when they sing Yesterday, and Ted rests his head on her shoulder when he sees it
  
• at the end of the concert, everyone rushes everywhere and she can’t see anything and it’s hard to breathe and she can’t find Ted
  
• and then she feels two hands grasping her from the back
  
• and Ted runs towards the exit carrying her on his back, and she laughs and she’s out of breath
  
• and they go to their favorite music store, it’s closed but Ted worked there last year and he has the key because Mr Davies likes him and lets him come whenever he wants to
  
• They play a thousand vinyls and sway in time and God, Edward Tonks, I love you
  

alrightevans:

• I LOVE THIS so this is going to be way more than 5 but okay: 
  
• james and lily have known each other since they were eleven and been good mates since they were fifteen, and they’re now in their final year of sixth form 
  
• remus is having a birthday party (or more accurately, sirius is throwing remus a five-month late ‘belated birthday party’ at remus’s house bc his parents are away) 
  
• lily just broke up with her boyfriend of three years and is pretty torn up about it and doesn’t really want to go, but james tells her not to let that slimy tosspot ruin her final year, and she has to admit he’s talking sense for once
  
• so she lets him drag her along
  
• all is going well until her ex shows up and she’s all ‘i thought you said he wouldnt be here!!!!’ and james is all ‘well I never invited him i s2g it must have been pete, do you want me to kick him out/?’ i’ll kick him out’
  
• but he’s has his arm around a pretty girl that lily has never met and she’s laughing at something that he’s saying and lily doesn’t want to look like she cares so she’s just like ‘no, will you let me snog you instead?’
  
• and james is like ‘?????????????’ because did Lily Evans who he has fancied the pants off of for seven years just ask to snog him????
  
• but lily is like ‘come on potter, ex-boyfriend alert, keep up will you?’ and then it makes sense, but still he’s like ‘sure be my guest’ so she grabs him by the shirt and yanks him down to her height and smacks one on him
  
• and its a bloody good kiss, too, lasting a lot longer than is strictly necessary 
  
• when they eventually pull away from each other, they’re both pretty taken aback. james because he had not been expecting and impromptu-make out session with Lily Evans, and Lily because she just hadn’t anticipated enjoying it so much. 
  
• but then she’s like ‘cheers, i owe you one!’ 
  
• and James just kind of gawks at her until his timely rescue by a drunk Sirius Black who is in need of somebody to be the Danny to his Sandy in a dramatic rendition of You’re The One That I Want 
  
• so all is forgotten until later when most people have gone home, and the remaining 7/8 are all bundled up in blankets on Remus’s living room floor at 4am
  
• lily and james are cuddled up in the corner
  
• and its not like they haven’t had a snuggle at a post-party sleepover a billion times before because they have, and its been totally platonic, but something between them is just different now
  
• (sirius has already brought this up earlier, repeatedly asking very loudly and obnoxiously ‘what is it that’s different about you two, i just can’t put my finger on it’ whilst pete looks puzzled and remus just smirks knowingly) 
  
• but eventually james is just like ‘look, lily’ at the exact same time lily is like ‘so, james’ and then they both laugh awkwardly and wtf since when has anything between them been awkward??
  
• so lily starts and she’s just like ‘well we kissed earlier. that happened.’ and james is like ‘yep. i also very much recall that happening.’ 
  
• so lily goes ‘pretty magnificent kiss, wasn’t it?’ and james considers this and says ‘it was definitely in my top seven.’ and then lily hits him over the head until he (truthfully) assures her that it was his Number One Best Kiss Ever and then she asks if he’d like to do it again and he’s like ‘yeah. quite frequently. until im like 90. or dead.’ and lily shrugs and is like ‘i reckon i could get behind that’ 
  
• and then they start making out and their friends yell at them for being gross 
  
• but they’re secretly pleased that those two idiots finally figured it out 
  

 send me an au and i’ll give you 5+ headcanons about it