Chapter 12 : Eye-Candy
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I turned the corner and barrelled straight into somebody, sending them and myself flying.
I sat up from where I was sprawled on the cold hard floor, dazed, and saw the person I had knocked flying sit up and rub their head.
Then I almost had a heart attack when I saw who it was.
MERLIN, WHY MUST YOU DO THIS TO ME?!
“I am so, so, so, so sorry!” I burbled, leaping to my feet to help up the person who was just looking at me reproachfully. Don’t judge me, bitch. I held my hand out to them, and they took it after a split-second hesitation. I found all my strength, and pulled them up.
“I’m sorry.” I told them again, knowing I sounded like a broken record.
“It is alright.” Sven Krum said.
That’s right. Sven Krum. Younger brother of Igor Krum.
Merlin must hate me. I literally just made a fool of myself in front of Igor, and I’ve also made a fool out of myself in front of Sven too. All in the space of about five minutes.
“No, really though, I am so sorry. Do you need the hospital wing?” I babbled on, going red in the face with embarrassment.
“No I am alright I think.” He said. He lacked the thick Russian accent his brother had, which I found odd.
“You’re very fluent in English.” I blurted, feeling my cheeks heat up again. Why did I always make myself look stupid in front of cool people? Sven was pretty cool. It had to be said.
“My mother has English people on her side of the family, so I know English quite well.” He told me straight away. He seemed like an open book to me.
I tuned out to whatever the hell he was saying, and looked him up and down. He was very different to Igor. Sven seemed more intelligent than Igor, and from what I knew, he didn’t like sport all that much. I could see he lacked the muscle Igor had because of this, but he wasn’t scrawny. He was slightly smaller than Igor, and was maybe half a foot taller than me at least, so I’d only come up to about his shoulder.
“Miss Weasley?” Sven asked.
“Huh.” I mumbled incoherently, making sure I hadn’t been drooling or anything whilst checking him out. He was rather fit. I preferred him to Igor already.
“I was asking if you were entering the Triwizard tournament.” He continued. On his part, he didn’t give me a strange look for me trying to look at my chin. By the way, it’s pretty much impossible to see your chin without a mirror.
“Hell to the no.” I laughed. Merlin, you’d have to be crazy to enter.
“I am thinking of it. You see, my father would want me to. He would be sad if I did not enter when I know Igor definitely is.”
“You can’t anyway, you aren’t above the age limit.” Inwardly I cursed myself and just hoped I was right about him being my age.
He smiled ruefully at me, although it seemed a little strained, “My father has taught me not to give up on anything. I should not let an age limit stop me from going for the Tournament.”
“Oh…” I said, not knowing how to respond to that. It seemed that having a Quidditch famous dad wasn’t all it was cracked up to be. Viktor Krum seemed a little too possessive over what his kids did.
“I think we should go to the Hall. It is meant to be the ceremony now.”
“Right.” I said, and we set off down the corridor in silence, retracing my steps from earlier.
We entered the Great Hall, which had been cleaned up. Almost every student though was covered in breakfast food. I then grew conscious of how I must have looked, covered from head to toe in… general crap. Whereas Sven was completely spic and span.
I parted with Sven, feeling utterly dumb, and went to sit at the Gryffindor table with Al, who nudged me and looked at Sven, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively as if to say Don’t think I don’t know what you’re thinking. You like him. You want to marry him. I punched his shoulder.
It was almost true. I did like him, but not in that way. He was just… eye-candy.
I certainly didn’t want to marry him. I’d only just met him. Albus was such a clotpole.
“Oh look, it’s Alice.” I hissed mockingly, and laughed when he spun himself around to look for her. He was completely whipped, and they were barely even friends. He scowled at me when he couldn’t see his beloved, “Don’t be a dweeb.”
“Nice one. Haven’t heard ‘dweeb’ for a while now.” I teased him.
“Who’s a dweeb?” Scorpius asked, sliding across the bench towards us. He had pumpkin pasty in his hair.
“Rose is—by the way, you’ve got a little something… uh… everywhere.” Albus told Scorpius, pointing at his face. Scorp just grinned and shrugged, turning to some 5th year in our DADA who wanted know about some essay.
“Rosie Rosie Rosie Rosie Rosie!” Somebody hollered, not pausing for breath. We all spun around to see Alice galloping towards us, “Merlin’s saggy Y-Fronts, that’s IGOR KRUM!” She shrieked fan-girling.
“That’s great. There’s Sven, too.” I pointed out to her.
“Igor’s little brother. He’s in our year.” I felt a bit… I’m not even sure… sad? Sad that barely anyone knew who Sven was, even though both his father and brother were famous. And, Sven was a nicer guy than Igor.
“Ooh is he yummy?”
“Rosie thinks so.” Albus stated smugly. That little shit. I clobbered him round the head, and I’m pretty sure I dented his skull with my goblet, which had been in my hand when I attempted to murder Al the muggle way.
“No I don’t.” I protested, but to no avail.
“ROSIE HAS A CRUSH!” Alice screamed, so loudly that the Great Hall fell silent, with a few people giggling.
Scorpius choked on nothing, his DADA buddy long gone, “On who?” He asked, leaning in and looking curious. He just loved gossip. I’m not sure if he’s even a guy.
“Sven Krum.” Alice beamed.
“No.” Scorpius said quickly, “No, Rosie, you can’t. He’s bad news.”
“Good grief Scorpius, I’m sure it’ll pass, like all her other ones.” Albus said knowingly. It was rather frightening that he apparently knew all of my previous crushes. Some of them are pretty embarrassing, as one of them includes the one I used to have on McLaggen until this year, when I realised he was a complete and utter arse who thought he was Merlin’s gift to us.
“Whatever.” Scorpius grumbled, tracing patterns on the heavy oak table top.
“Good grief Scorp, stop being a jealous bastard will you? If you have a problem, go sort it out.” James said, laughing at Scorpius’ moody face as he and Freddie came to sit with us.
“Not jealous.” Mumbled Scorpius. He then groaned and started banging his head on the table. Which must have hurt, considering it was a pretty solid oak table.
“Scorp, are you alright?” I asked, now worried for his mental health. He ignored me, but stopped hitting his head, and just kept his forehead pressed against the table.
“Scorpius, you know what you have to do… I spoke to you about this earlier, didn’t I?” James said, a tad theatrically.
“What does he have to do?” Alice piped up, her eyes bright. My eyes flickered over to Albus, and I saw him turn red and mutter under his breath. He seemed to be counting to ten. How the hell was that meant to calm him down over Alice?
Scorpius shot up straight. “Nothing.” Scorpius said quickly. I noticed the groove of the table was visible on his forehead but I didn’t tell him.
Alice seemed confused, so to take her mind off of Scorpius and James’ little secret, I nudged her side and pointed at Albus, who was still looking constipated as he tripped over his numbers. He still hadn’t reached ten. I think he kept getting stuck on the number six, because he has a dirty, dirty mind.
I had been wondering about Alice’s behaviour for some time—How whenever James, Freddie, Scorpius and Albus all came over, she’d go very silent for at least a minute, and wouldn’t ever speak first, and if, by any chance she did, she’d blush and shut up. It was very un-Alice-like. Sometimes, she’d get into a fit of rage over something stupid like how my books were spilling over into her side of the dorm.
It was all very weird.
So I watched her then, as she looked in the direction I had been looking, and I saw her turn the exact shade of red Albus was. Hmm… interesting. It seemed there was something Alice wasn’t telling me. I’d bug her later.
Albus, who had stopped counting under his breath by then, and had started turning back to a normal shade of… skin colour, must have felt watched, as he suddenly looked up straight at Alice. The colour seemed to drain from her face, leaving her white as a sheet.
I swear to Merlin, those two were like Chameleons around each other. If chameleons where only cream-y and red colours.
“You look pretty today Alice.” Said Albus dreamily. He was practically drooling over her. He must have fallen really hard for her, if he was acting this way in front of everyone. Come to think of it though, Albus’ love for Alice has always been there… If Alice had dropped her books or her bag had split, Albus would always be the one ‘casually passing by’, and would help her. Now that he was friends with us properly, he had the chance to get to know her without looking like a stalker.
Also the fact that he was able to say that Alice looked pretty when she had milk in her eyelashes and jam in her hair.
“Are you taking the piss?” Alice growled, fully aware of how she looked at that moment in time, having squinted at her horrific face on the back of a spoon that had been stood on, and had its handle all bent.
Her little growly-scowly act looked very realistic—but I could see the faint blush creeping up on her cheeks. Alice never ever blushed. Ever. Merlin, the world was falling apart at the seams.
Luckily for Albus, he was saved from answering the one question which could really end his sad life (he probably had an Alice Shrine, and licked the photo of her he most probably had under his pillow every night, after mixing up a strong love potion for him to later smear on an envelope in the hopes that Alice would lick it) as McGonagall sent up sparks to get everyone’s attention.
She pointed her wand at her throat, and then coughed, checking her spell had worked and her voice was amplified. I really wanted to learn that spell. I could use it at Breakfast to wake my friends up properly.
“Alright, settle down.” McGonagall croaked. Her voice was really worn, and most students were betting when she would retire. Scorpius and I both think it’ll be just after we’ve finished Hogwarts. Alice thinks she’ll die before she retires. But that’s just Alice all over, with her dismal thoughts.
“Now, I know what all of you would like most, is to clean yourselves up,” She paused as a rumble of agreement stormed through the hall, “But you will have to wait—I think your punishment for starting such a ridiculous game is enough to sit here thoroughly embarrassed.”
She let her words ring out as she glared at us all. Her gaze softened slightly as she looked over to the Beauxbaton students, “Of course, if any of the guests would like to clean up, feel free to do so. I didn’t see any of you joining in with the…” She looked disgruntled as she said the next words,”… food fight…”
“Anyway,” she continued, giving her school a stern look, as she peered a bit snootily down her nose and through her glasses, “I must say I am rather disappointed in you all—causing such a ruckus, in front of our guests. What must you think of us,” She said, addressing the Durmstrang and Beauxbaton pupils with an apologetic grimace.
She cleared her throat, somewhat nervously, before standing aside and welcoming Neville onto the small podium in front of the staff table.
“I must introduce Professor Longbottom, deputy head of Hogwarts. He will now explain the Triwizard Tournament, and of course, the Goblet of Fire.” McGonagall said, smiling wanly at Neville as he made his way forwards from behind the staff table. I never really thought of it before, but it must have been weird as hell for Alice and Frankie to see their dad looked up to with admiration and all that. Kind of like what Albus and I get because of our parents.
“The Triwizard Tournament, is a special event, which I am sure you will all enjoy. The age limit this year, has risen to 6th year and 7th year for reasons which we sadly can’t tell you.” Neville said, ignoring the wails of the students who clearly wanted to be let in on the secret.
“And don’t bother trying to find out why either.” His gaze lingered on James and Freddie who were blinking back up at him with mock innocence. May I just say that in first year, they locked me in the toilets with Moaning Myrtle for two days? I didn’t even get food!
The only reason I got out was because I kind of exploded the toilets. Being a first year, I still hadn’t quite gotten full control of my magical abilities. And well, being the daughter of Ron Weasley, I had a flaring temper, and so after I had wrecked the toilets without magic, I shrieked to the point where all of my frustration caused an explosion.
Oh yeah, and James and Freddie cast a spell so nobody would hear me screaming obscenities. The twats. I ripped up their quidditch posters and snapped their wands. Then hid the evidence in the owlery. They still think a house elf stole all their garbage.
“So that really leaves me with the Goblet of Fire. Many of you will know what this is,” Neville said, levitating a large object towards him. He let it down next to him. It was bigger than Professor Flitwick, who was gazing at the object admiringly, which had a large moth-eaten cloth placed over it.
“For those of you who wish to enter the tournament, you must put a slip of parchment with your name on in the Goblet of Fire,” He gestured to the object next to him, “And after 48 hours, we shall meet here again to see who the winner is. 48 hours is all you have to decide whether or not to enter, and it leaves you younger ones no time to come up with a plan to enter yourselves.” Neville flashed his lopsided grin, “We have thought of everything, so don’t bother with your ageing potions or your disguises.”
He then stepped aside the object and pulled off the cloth with a flourish, dumping the ragged material behind him.
It was basically a giant Goblet, which had green flames protruding out of it. In History of Magic, it mentioned how the flames changed colour each tournament for no particular reason.
Whilst all the students, Hogwarts and foreigners alike stared at the Goblet of Fire in hushed awe, McGonagall took over from Neville and rambled on about wizardkind, house unity, school unity and going on and on about the history of the Triwizard Tournament. She even listed the deaths, tearing up at the death that occurred in Uncle Harry’s tournament, obviously trying to deter those below the age limit from entering.
The Tournament could easily end in death.
“Have a good weekend, empty your minds so we may re-fill them on Monday!” She said, bidding us good day and letting us go. Someone had enchanted the doors to clean everyone who filed out of the Hall, which was very nice. One can only go so long with syrup clogging their eyes.
The school was alive with talk of the Tournament, and what was in store for those who entered.
“I heard they got a couple of giants in!” Squealed a first year, as they darted across the hall with their midget friends, getting under my feet. I kicked out randomly, and felt my foot make contact with a shin. I smirked like a sadist when they all squeaked and hurried off.
“What’s gotten your knickers in a twist?” Asked Albus, as he squeezed through the crowds with the others.
“Sven Krum.” Alice jeered, quirking an eyebrows in a way that quite clearly indicated she thought I would have liked Sven Krum to physically get my knickers in a twist. See, both she and Albus have dirty minds. They’re perfect for eachother.
“Don’t be disgusting Longbottom.” James shuddered. I rolled my eyes as Alice jabbed him in the ribs with her ridiculously bony elbow.
“If you hang around with us, you call me Alice. Jerk.”
“Alrighty, Alice jerk. Weird name if you ask me.”
Alice responded by kneeing him in the nuts before linking arms with a bewildered Albus.
“This is my favourite Potter.” She said, as she glared at James who had by then stopped clutching his man parts in agony.
James grinned at Albus in a way that made me doubt I was alone in thinking there was something going on between Albus and Alice.
Speaking of Al and Al, they were both pink in the face. It was cute. I’d have thought after proving her point to James, Alice would have let Albus go, but she hung on. Not that Albus was complaining.
“Albus, will you come to the Owlery with me? I need to send my mum a letter.” Alice said, smiling at Albus. How could he deny such an offer? After all, I knew for certain Albus had the hots for Alice.
They went off, still with their arms linked, leaving me with Scorpius, James, Frankie and Freddie.
“Rose, may I make it clear that I do not want you anywhere near Sven Krum. Igor Krum—I’d let you go near him, but Sven Krum? No way.” James said seriously, stopping me in my tracks by holding my arm. Scorpius hovered next to us, listening in. Frankie and Freddie walked off after a moment, announcing they were going to raid the kitchens, having thrown all their food at themselves.
“I don’t even have a reason for being near him! Why are you lot so against him? He’s a perfectly nice guy. Much nicer than his brother.” I said, knowing I had a whinging tone.
Scorpius gave me a sympathetic kind of look, “Rose, James has his reasons.”
“Yeah Rose, there are some things we know about Sven that’ll make your skin crawl.” James told me, his face dark.
“So why won’t you tell me?” I demanded; hand on hip, giving them my best signature Weasley glare. The one I had inherited by my grandmother.
James and Scorpius exchanged nervous looks. “We’ve been sworn to secrecy.” James eventually said after a painful silence.
“By who?” I asked scornfully, disbelief evident in my eyes which were narrowed at them both.
“Not allowed. Look, this person, they’ll tell you soon, they’ll you why you should stay away from Sven,” Scorpius put in. Then he paused, mulling something over in his head, “Let’s just say that there’s a reason Sven Krum hasn’t been in the spotlight all that much.”
I sniffed dubiously, “When did this person tell you all this?” They hadn’t been this bent on me staying away from Sven before. In fact James didn’t seem to care if I went with Sven anywhere.
“After the ceremony, they got us to stay in the hall and talk to them before we went to catch up with you lot.”
I still was suspicious. Why was it that Scorpius and James got to know some big secret? In fact, why was it that everyone had seemed to have swapped buddies? It used to be Freddie & James, and Scorpius & Frankie. Now even that had changed, and it seemed to be Freddie & Frankie, and Scorpius & James. They’d gotten over their hatred for one another in just under a month. It was all very strange.
“Just… stay away from Sven, ok?” James asked. He obviously was concerned for me. But I was independent, I didn’t always need my family to look out for me.
“I’m not making any promises.” I said simply, before striding off to the tower, leaving Scorpius and James exchanging worried looks.
I avoided everybody that night, and didn’t even bother following up on Alice, and questioning her until her brain rotted in her skull. I went straight up to my dorm, and pulled the hangings around my bed with such force, I’m sure I tore them slightly. I read for so long, that it hurt my eyes when darkness pervaded the dorm to the extent where I had to put the book away, too lazy to use my wand light.
I hadn’t even gone down for lunch nor dinner. Nobody had come looking for me. I didn’t care though.
I burrowed into my sheets and shut out the world, which was all very confusing. Stupid James, stupid Scorpius, stupid Albus and Alice with their stupid unsure love. Everything was annoying me with its confusiness. Even that one word irritated me as my thoughts overwhelmed me. I bit into my pillow and shrieked, so that it was muffled. I rolled onto my side, curling up, and eventually found sleep.
When I woke up, I realised my fury at my friends being protective was stupid and irrational. I didn’t want to lose them all again, did I? Losing just Scorpius had been terrible, and so to lose them all would be much worse.
Glancing at my clock, I saw that it was very late in the day, almost lunch time. I got up, bleary eyed, not bothering to clean myself up all that much. I had fallen asleep in yesterday’s clothes, and couldn’t be arsed to change. I couldn’t find my hair brush, and had no idea whether I knew of a spell to untangle hair, so I just pulled in up into a manky ponytail.
I didn’t want to go down and stay in the common room, with my friends. Although I knew not to be pissed with them all, I wasn’t ready to face them after last night’s warning about Sven. Really, I didn’t see what was so… dangerous about Sven. If anything, he’s the opposite of anything like that.
Not really knowing where to go, I descended the stairs and raced across the bustling common room, before anyone saw me. I ambled down the corridor, my mind thinking about Sven, and my friends, and the tournament. I had no idea where my body was taking me. My legs had the control, and I soon found myself standing outside a large door, which had intricate carvings of wolves and elves on it. It was rather pretty.
I knocked once, twice, and was about to rap my knuckles on the wood a third time when the door flew open, and I saw Teddy standing there, his mouth gaping.
“Rose?” He said disbelievingly.
“Hey Teddy.” I faltered, rising onto my tiptoes and falling back onto my heels in a nervous, awkward fashion, “So uh, can I come in?” I said, a tad rude. I didn’t mean it to come out that way but you know…
“Oh, sure, just…” Teddy stepped aside to let me in. His classroom was crowded with posters crammed with information and pictures, primarily of moon chartings and wolves. Werewolves. And elves actually. His own private working space was neat, with a desk and cabinets all along the rounded walls.
He sat heavily in an antique looking armchair, and asked me to do the same. I settled myself on a pouf and accepted a cup of cocoa. Teddy knew I hated tea. And coffee come to think of it.
“So, Rose,” Teddy said, after he had taken a sip of the coffee he was holding loosely in his hands, “What brings you here on a Sunday morn—actually scratch that, it’s the afternoon now.” He laughed, checking the time. I looked at the silver clock he had above the door, and saw it was about one in the afternoon. How had the time gone by so quickly?
I smiled at Teddy, “I hope you weren’t doing something important, I just—I don’t know, we haven’t really spoken in a while, have we?”
“Mmm.” Teddy agreed through his cup of coffee. He wiped his mouth before continuing, “How’s school for you then?”
“Alright… James and Scorpius are giving me a hard time over being friends with Sven.” I said, my head drooping slightly. I held the mug of cocoa tightly, even though it was burning my hands.
“Sven? As in Sven Krum?” Teddy asked me. He put his cup down and leant forward as I nodded, “Rose, I know you won’t want to hear it, but if they’re giving you crap because of Sven, they’re doing it for a reason. I know James, and I’ve gotten to know Scorpius—they wouldn’t do it if they thought you were going to get hurt in some way.”
“I know that, but they don’t always know the right thing to do—Sven’s ok, he’s a hell of a load nicer than his brother Igor.”
“Igor’s a nice lad actually… met him once… Anyway, it’s hard for you now because you’re at that stage where you’re not actually an adult, so you can still be told what to do, but you’re not really a child either.”
His words cheered me up a bit. I just had to relay this information back to James and Scorpius, and they’d understand. Because I’m not a child anymore, who has to have decisions made for them.
“Speaking of children, how’s Nee-Nee faring?” I asked with interest.
Nee-Nee was my god-daughter, for reasons unbeknown to me. Victoire had been kind of like my big sister when she was pregnant with Nymphadora, AKA Nee-Nee (for the sanity of the family). She’d come to me when she felt down, and equally, I’d go to her when I was sad. Her pregnancy had really restricted her. She usually worked in a textiles factory—she did all the embroidery—but she had to take 6 months leave because spells sometimes mis-fired, and could have disastrous effects if it hit Victoire whilst she was pregnant with Teddy’s baby.
So she had to stay at home for 6 months, hand sewing, painting, collecting shells near Shell Cottage on the beach, the place she had lived as a child.
Her pregnancy was fairly easy, according to all of the women who had been through it all before. No complications, nothing wrong at all.
Then she gave birth to the wonderment that was Nymphadora Malika Lily Lupin. Such a mouthful, don’t you think?
Oh yes, as soon as Nee-Nee popped out, she caused chaos in the family. All because of Aunt Fleur over-reacting to her grand-daughter, saying she ‘couldn’t bear to be associated with such a freakish child’ and how ‘zat Tonks is everywhere, even if she iz dead’.
You see, Aunt Fleur never did like Tonks all that much, and her grand-daughter being called Nymphadora was too much for her to bear. And the fact that Nee-Nee was a metamorphagus. Oh yes, she was like Tonks in more ways than one. And Teddy of course.
Nana Molly soon sorted Aunt Fleur out though. Thank Merlin. One can only live so long without their ear drums being bursted by the shrieking of a part-veela.
She was five years old now, and was growing up to be a real beauty. Metamorphagus’ usually are born looking like their parents, before their morphing setted in, and they shifted into different looks. They then mostly settle on one identity, like how Teddy had a square-ish jaw, and spiky, electric blue hair.
Nee-Nee’s was mesmerising really. Now she has grown up, it was clearer to see her distinguishing features that made her stand out a whole load more than everyone else. She had waist length hair the colour of snow, which Victoire would braid into plaits each morning, adorning her hair with flowers. She had a small amount of freckles flecked across her snub nose, and adorably large, aquamarine eyes. She had a heart shaped face, and had one of the palest skin tones I’d ever seen.
But what set her apart from everyone else was her ears. They were shaped like an elf’s. It couldn’t be helped though, that’s what Teddy had said. Nee-Nee had her mind set firmly on the elfin ears, and even though Aunt Fleur had on many occasions tried to shake the ‘stupid, atrocious abnormality’ away from her, the elf ears stayed. And they showed no signs of leaving.
Teddy grimaced, “You know how Fleur gets around Nee-Nee.”
I nodded, sympathetically. We had to practically tie Aunt Fleur up last Christmas, when she had a fit over how Nee-Nee was purposely making her ears grow larger (to the point where they were drooping, and trailing the floor like a Basset-Hounds) just to annoy her. Or words to that effect.
“Why can’t she accept Nee-Nee how she is?” Teddy moaned, putting his head in his hands.
“I think it’s the ears.” I said, mock dumbly. Teddy snapped his head up and glared at me.
“Yep. Although, I personally think they suit her. She looks very cute with them you know.”
“You’re just saying that because she’s your god-daughter and it’s your duty.” Teddy retorted.
I grinned, “I’m actually not. She’s adorable. You know, she calls me Ro-Ro? It sounds so sweet with her little lisp she has going there.”
“Ugh, can you stop? I know, she’s freaking cute. But do you have any idea how angry she gets when the muggle children laugh at her at pre-school?” Teddy said snippily.
I fidgeted. I knew that Nee-Nee had a temper to match mine. She could be the child of Satan sometimes. “It’s your fault for enrolling her in a muggle school. Did you really expect them not to notice her ears?”
Teddy sighed, “I know, I know, but we really wanted her to get used to muggle culture, you know? We’ve told the staff that she had an illness in the womb, which caused mutation. They think she’s some sort of albino child because of her white hair.”
“Ridiculous. So what’s she done recently? Blown up any wendy houses lately?”
“Merlin, don’t remind me. The amount of muggles that needed their minds modified that day. But no, strangely she hasn’t done anything so far this year.”
“Wow. That’s a record. What, a month?” I re-arranged myself, so that I was sitting cross-legged on the pouf.
“Yeah…” Teddy paused a moment, looking a bit confused, “She seems really miserable. Keeps crying for no reason. When we ask her what’s wrong she just shakes her head, cries a bit and mentions some helper at her pre-school. It’s hard to understand what she’s babbling on about when she’s crying. Almost like ancient runes.”
“You never did have the knack for ancient runes.” I said, laughing as I remembered the OWL results that Uncle Harry had shown me. “But still, that’s really weird. Nee-Nee doesn’t cry. She didn’t even cry when the whole god damn fridge fell on her, and she had to have twelve stitches on her forehead where she whacked her head on the table.”
“She’s a brave soul…” Teddy smirked into his cup, “Just like her father.”
I snorted into my Cocoa. “What’ve you done that’s been even remotely brave?” I thought about it a bit. “Apart from becoming in-laws to a pack of veelas.”
“Haha. Funny. Note my sarcasm there, Rose.” Teddy said, glowering.
“Yeah… Teddy, you know Albus and Alice?”
“Obviously. They’re both of relation to me. Kind of.” Teddy told me, over his little sulk.
“Well, they keep acting really weird. I mean, I know for a fact that Albus likes Alice. He asked me to talk about him to her, make him seems really… I don’t know the word, fanciable?” I was genuinely interested in whatever Teddy had to say on the subject. I had a small idea on what was happening, but I didn’t want to go and act on something I didn’t really know anything about.
“Weird in what way?” Teddy said, looking fascinated.
“Alice keeps blushing. Albus keeps on drooling over her, and I think she notices but doesn’t say anything. Yesterday she dragged him off to the owlery to send a letter to her mum, but I think she was lying. Although I’m not sure why.”
“It’s very un-Alice to blush. And usually if a boy was, as you say, ‘drooling’ over her, she’d put them in their place. Am I right?” Teddy was being very serious. His lips pressed together in a thin line, as he struggled to turn the cogs in his head and get a straight answer.
“I think… I think you should leave them be. I know what you’re like Rose. You’ll want to meddle. Don’t question Alice on her recent behaviour, even though you must be sure now of what she is feeling.” Teddy continued. How the hell did he know what to do?
He must have seen my expression, which was a mixture of awe and disbelief, because then he told me, “Like you said. I’m in-laws with a pack of veela. Don’t you think I’ve picked up a few things in my time, especially when it comes to the language of luurve.”
I gagged, “Don’t even say that again. It’s weird.”
“I agree, that was a bit strange. Anywho, we’ve been chatting for quite a while, and I’m sure you have stuff to do. I know I have. Marking those Grindylow essays.” Teddy stretched in his chair and yawned in a wolf-like way. Perhaps it was just because I knew he had wolf-like tendencies that I saw his actions as a wolf thing. Who knows.
“Oh, Merlin, I’m sorry, I thought you weren’t all that busy.”
“That’s fine Rosie, you needed to talk. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
“Oh yeah, DADA… Ok well, see ya Teddy!” I showed myself out and waved to him from the door before slipping into the corridor and walking in the long shadows the sun had cast. It was about four in the afternoon as far as I could tell. And I was starving.
My stomach let out a grumble or agreement. I patted it, “Come on Tum-Tum, lets go get you some nosh.”
Was it weird to speak to you stomach?
I reached the kitchens, and tickled the pear on the fruit portrait, and stepped inside with one thing on my mind.
Alice was in love… with Albus of all people!
A/N: Another chapter is up! First of all, congrats to all the Hufflepuffs. I love my house. Anyway... sorry for the very big delay. I was banned from the laptop for saying 'bloody'. For 9 days. I read so many books. I was so bored. Also, this got rejected twice because I keep forgetting what words are deemed as hate speech.
Hope you are all having a great holiday!
Reviews are very much appreciated... Also, who likes Teddy?! I do, but I just want to take Nee-Nee home. She's a menace. Shame she's fiction :(
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