;;someone like YOU;; [teddy lupin]

[victorie]

Most professors would be doing their marking in their own classroom or room, but not this witch. Victorie was never one to be normal with where she did things or how she did things, besides, she’s always been fond of the little tea shop she was currently sitting in. During her teen years at Hogwarts, she was often here, normally she was alone. She was never one to be with a boy when she came here. Vic did have her eyes on someone, but she always figured that since they grew up together, she’d only be a friend to him. Nothing more, nothing less. If she believed that, then why was she always turning people down for a butterbeer or a dinner? Maybe it was because she had a little hope that she would get the courage to say something to him, but she often found she’d get scared and would trip over her words or in the middle of trying to tell him how she felt, she’d start rambling in French. Vic hoped that he got the note she left on his desk and she hoped he’d decide to stop by, she really did need to catch up with him, she hadn’t seen him since before school went out. She spent her summer in France with her grandparents and she enjoyed every minute of it.

Taking off the peach coat she had on, her dress clung to her perfectly, even as she sat. She’d always been fond of the color white, maybe it was because of how pure and innocent it made people look. She wasn’t sure, but she knew she loved it. Vic tucked a piece of her blonde hair back off of her neck as she fiddled with the pen in her hand. Would he really bother to come? Vic had a habit of doubting things like this and second guessing herself on what she should have done. She psyched herself out on a lot of the choices she’d made over the years and normally, those choices would have been good ones. Her green eyes flickered up each time she heard the bell on the door, her heart would speed up and then it would slow back to normal once she realized that it was just a young couple. The tea shop was relatively empty and quiet for a day like this. It was slightly chilly, but it was still nice enough to be outside. Vic loved this time of year, how the leaves would start to change and how everything would become colorful out. She softly chewed on her lip, yeah she was truly starting to doubt he’d come at all.

As she finished grading one of the last essay’s she’d assigned that year, she leaned back in the chair she was sitting in and looked around pushing her hair back off of her face. She’d always found it odd that she never inherited her father’s red hair, but instead her mother’s blonde hair. She loved being blonde, but she always felt a little out of place at reunions sometimes. A better part of the Weasley/Potter family seemed to have red hair, and then there were the rare few, such as her and her sister, who weren’t gingers. She looked down at the rings on her fingers and gently ran her fingers along the gems and the pearl, chewing softly on her lip as she did so. Her green eyes looked back up at the door as she heard the bell ring again.

words: 587
muse: can't go back by rosi golan
lyrics: hate and love by
jack savoretti feat. sienna miller
tags: teddy lupin
outfit: clicky?!
notes: first vic post!

[professorteddy]

A crack echoed along the storefronts of the quaint wizarding village as Teddy Lupin apparated into Hogsmeade. It was a quiet afternoon, too soon in the year for a Hogwarts visit. Come October, Teddy would be seen ushering the students along the beaten path from the castle rather than apparating from outside the enchantment perimeters. Today, though, no inexperienced third years would be requiring his help – and after all, his plans called for expedience. After getting carried away setting up the Vanishment lesson for his fifth years, he wasn’t about to make Victorie wait on him.

Teddy stopped in the window of Gladrags Wizardwear to assess his reflection. Even from the glass, he could tell he needed a shave. Teddy frowned, eyes shutting and brows knitting together. The stubble along his jaw popped out of existence, and Teddy ran a hand loftily over his cheek. Smooth as can be. He pointed a finger gun at his reflection and gave a wink (not noticing the witch inside the shop glaring in return) and shoved his hands into his coat pockets as he made a beeline for the teashop. Teddy recalled a time when his mates would have given him hell for even stepping foot inside Madame Puddifoot’s. As a Hogwarts student – and a predominantly single one, aside from the odd casual romp – Teddy thought the place was nauseating. Maturity abandoned those unfounded misgivings, though, and Teddy found there wasn’t a better cup of tea to be had in all Scotland.

The little bell on the door tinkled as Teddy entered Madame Puddifoots, immediately finding Victorie in the small shop. He grinned, the brown of his eyes inadvertently lightening by a shade. They were only friends. No, they were friends and colleagues. Teddy admired her as a witch and a teacher; that was as far as his feelings went. And even if that weren’t true, which it completely is

[/color], Victorie was so far out of his league it was laughable. A clumsy prat didn’t simply scoop up a quarter-Veela with an outdoorsy side and adorable laugh.

All futility and denial aside, though, Victorie Weasley had been Teddy’s ideal image of femininity for as long as he could remember. His earliest memory of her – perhaps at all – was of the girl twirling in a pale dress at some gathering at the Burrow, sunlight on her flaxen hair, an expression of pure joy on her delicate features: the perfect allegory of youth and beauty. And here she was, all grown up, a vision in white at the table. So honestly, it shouldn’t have come as a surprise to anyone when Teddy failed to make it two steps through the doorway before making an ass out of himself.

As Teddy started towards Victorie, his coattail managed to snag onto a vacant chair near the entrance. Transfixed by green eyes, he kept walking until, caught off guard, he tripped into a set table. It toppled to the floor, taking Teddy with it. The sound of heavy wood and shattering china resounded through the shop.

“Whoops!” Teddy’s features took on a subtle reddish hue as he got to his feet, hand diving for his wand. At least he hadn’t succeeded in breaking that yet. He got to work muttering incantations as he quickly set everything back in its place. One final Reparo and the damage had never been done.

“You can’t take me anywhere,” Teddy said apologetically to the affronted looking witch behind the counter. As though nothing had happened, he slid into the chair across from Victorie, still dusting debris from his checkered shirt.

“Hello, Vic! How’s that for an entrance?”[/size][/blockquote]

[victorie]

As the bell tinkled over the door and Teddy came in, Victorie felt those same pesky butterflies she’d felt when she first met him at one of the many family gatherings at the Burrow. Her hair fell over her should when she watched him come into the shop, granted she didn’t exactly expect him to get his coat stuck on a chair, crash into a table and hit the ground. She watched with slightly widened eyes as he and the table hit the floor. Once she knew he was okay, she covered her mouth with a delicate hand and stifled a small giggle at the look he received from the witch behind the counter. That was one of the things she always seemed to find she liked about him, how quickly he could recover from something like this. She remembered the first time they had both seen each other, she had found some new found love in twirling and being the carefree little girl she was. She only glanced at him once, maybe twice that day, but she was always curious about him. Victorie flashed him a small, yet brilliant smile, “One of your best ones yet.” She laughed softly, looking at him from across the table. Normally, she would have greeted him with a kiss on each cheek, like she had done so many other times before, but something was different today, and she wasn’t sure what it was.

“I’m so sorry that we never got together this past summer.” She said, resting her hands on the table again after putting her marking back into the bag she brought it into the shop with. She truly meant that too, seeing Teddy was pretty much one of the few things she looked forward to that summer, mostly because she had secretly hoped to have manned up enough to maybe tell him how she really felt, if she had all summer, then why was she telling herself not to do it today? “I did write you though, which isn’t the same, but it was something.” She offered a bright smile as she crossed one ankle in front of the other as she inconspicuously let her eyes wander over his body, making extra care that he wouldn’t catch her. That was so awkward whenever someone caught you staring at them and it’s hard to recover from that too. Vic chewed lightly on the inside of her cheek before her green eyes looked up to meet his brown ones, “You look good,” she said then stumbled over her words, “er… what I mean is well. You look well.” She recovered quickly from how she stumbled over her words. She didn’t even know how one person could have such an effect over her.

Gently, she touched his arm in a friendly way, “So, how was your summer?” she asked softly, looking up at him again. Seeing how this was why they decided to meet for afternoon tea was to catch up, she might as well start by asking a general question, and it was better than starting by talking about how nice the weather was for this time of year, “Clearly it was busy, seeing how your letters were short and to the point.” She grinned a bit, teasing a bit. Victorie’s letter’s were always long and soulful, so it wasn’t a surprise when she received a half filled parchment back after sending out a filled one, both front and back. She kept her hand on his arm as she looked up at him.

words: 590
muse: skinny love by birdy
lyrics: hate and love by
jack savoretti feat. sienna miller
tags: teddy <3
outfit: clicky?!
notes:i love teddy, just saying :3

[professorteddy]

Teddy tried not to notice when Victorie bypassed her usual habit of administering a soft peck to each of his cheeks. Diappointment was mixed with relief, as any additional fumbling and blushing on his part would have been excessive after the spectacle that had just occurred.

“Bah, don’t apologize,” Teddy brushed her off, “Life gets in the way, it happens. What’s that? Getting started on grades already? You’re a braver soul than I,” Teddy said as his eyes followed the papers she returned to her bag. His mind switched gears to the pile of ungraded essays waiting for him back at the castle before a wrench was thrown into the clockwork. Victorie was staring... and she thought he looked good. Oh, no – it had been amended to “well”. He had invented that gleam in her eye after all. Still, Teddy couldn’t complain about achieving the title of “well” from a girl whose beauty literally seemed to glow around her. It wasn’t even an exaggeration. At this moment, the afternoon light was giving her golden hair a luminescent quality. Teddy tried not to look too pleased or sound too breathless as he said, “You too”, glad of his choice for a last-minute shave. The amicable hand on his arm helped him to come back to the moment. Right, summer holiday, that was the subject of choice for this meeting.

“Actually, I spent most of it here. Well, not here” Teddy clarified, gesturing towards the shop’s flagrantly frilly décor, ”My ‘getting in touch with my feminine side’ holiday isn’t scheduled until next year. Remember how I told you I met with one of the reporters who used to do Potterwatch at the Three Broomsticks last year? I bought him a pint and he set me up with a summer job over at WWN!” Teddy jerked his head towards the window, sitting at the wrong angle to be able to tell whether the headquarters for the Wizarding Wireless Network was actually visible from the teashop. Regardless, it was just up the road on High Street. The corner of Teddy’s mouth pulled into a wistful smile as he remembered the chaotic yet exciting weeks he spent at the station. Those stuffy July days spent figuring the ropes and running production amongst the wide array of magical transmission devices and colorful personalities made up a Summer that whirred by.

”When I wasn’t popping back and forth between Gran’s house and the Burrow, of course.” Teddy doubted it would ever feel normal to refer to his childhood home as the house of his grandmother’s. The place hadn’t changed at all from the time he lived there; probably since his mother had lived there, with the exception of her old room whose ostentatiously pink walls had been painted over in a bluish-green. On the other hand, it wasn’t like it was the only home he had. Teddy spent far more time at Hogwarts in his lifetime than at the Tonks house. That was mainly the reason he was so thrilled to take a position at the wizard radio station. As much as Teddy loved his job, the warm familiarity of returning to Hogwarts’s hallowed halls every September reached a degree of tedium by June. That’s why Teddy had picked up jobs for the past few summers, branching out before returning to the same place he had every year since he was eleven. His eyes flicked down to the table when Victorie mentioned his brief letters, though his smile remained.

“Hah, sorry about that one. I hardly had two moments to string together,” Teddy said sheepishly, scratching at the back of his neck. Even though Teddy felt a little jolt of excitement whenever her name appeared on a letter at the door of his rented flat, Victorie’s letters always managed to show up at the worst times. Her owls would always arrive the morning after an especially late ‘Witching Hour’ or during preparations for a fussy guest. Teddy kept all of them though, now tucked away among the papers in his office. Victorie’s letters were more than the casual report; they were an experience. The flowing descriptions would be more likely to appear a collection of poetry than a letter. He always felt a sense of inadequacy after lamely scribbling out his replies, but after jotting out a paragraph or two, he always hit a roadblock. Writing was so much harder than speaking.

"How about you, what did you get up to?”

notes: gaaah i’m sorry this is so late! i’ve had a busy few days >.<

[victorie]

A delicate laugh escaped her lips at his comment on her paper grading, “And that’s why you’re a more favoured teacher than I will ever be.” That was very true. She was a favorite teacher because she’s there for her students, but she’s not a lightweight with the homework load she gives out. She just wants to make sure he students have what she’s teaching down to a science, so that way, they won’t have to worry when the final comes around at the end of the year. Yes, it was just the first couple of weeks at school, but it’s not to early to start prepping everyone! She did instantly regret saying he looked well. Teddy was always looking good to her, not that she’d actually admit to him or anyone else for that matter. She felt a light flush creep across her face, starting at her cheeks and moving to her nose. The sun that came in from the windows hit her back, she loved that feeling. She loved to feel the sun on her skin. It was the best feeling in her opinion. She looked at him and gave a cute little almost laugh as she flashed him another brilliant smile.

Keeping her hand on his arm, she smiled at him, “I’d hope you didn’t spend your entire summer here at the shop. It’s lovely, but I’m not sure it would be a comfortable home.” She grinned; yeah she was beginning to spend too much time with her Uncle George. “Didn’t we plan that your ‘getting in touch with your feminine side’ holiday would be spent in France over the Christmas break?” She was more or less sneakily wording ‘want to spend Christmas with me in France this year?’ into a very casual conversation. “Teddy! That’s brilliant! You couldn’t have mentioned that earlier?!” she feigned hurt, but had that little smile on her lips, letting him know she was teasing and playing with him a little bit. She’s heard of Potterwatch from her father’s stories of the war. She looked over at the WWN and nodded a bit, “They were good to you then?” she asked, her hand still on his arm. Hesitantly, she pulled her hand back, resting it on the table before changing her mind and resting her elbow on the table and her chin against the heel of her hand.

The Burrow. She felt absolutely horrible for not spending enough time there that summer. She had put it into her plans to see her Granddad and Gramma, but things never worked out perfectly for her. She barely even saw her Uncle George that summer and she was known to spend at least two weeks with him! Sure, she had a fabulous time in France, spending many nights out in Paris, taking in the local scenery and even catching the eye of a boy, but she felt homesick for a better part of the summer and it wasn’t exactly fun being homesick… maybe that’s why her letters to Teddy were so long. She always became excited when she received one of his letters. It just lifted her spirits. “It’s fine, truly.” She smiled, “I just liked that you were able to find the time to reply.” She admitted in a small voice.

“I spent most of it in France with my mother’s family.” She smiled a bit, “They were oddly proper about everything though.” Vic may have been a prim and proper girl, but she was adventurous. It was frowned upon in that household for her to be in a tree, which was where she spent a lot of her time as it was. She crossed one ankle over the other, “the week before school went back in, I tried to see all of the family before coming back.” She looked at him, “which brings me back to apologizing for not spending time with you.” She admitted softly.

words: 653
muse: shelter by birdy
lyrics: hate and love by
jack savoretti feat. sienna miller
tags: teddy <3
outfit: clicky?!
notes:mehh you still love me right?
even if I've neglected this thread?!