LOG: 2 April
WHO: Draco silver-snark, Teddy kindacanidae, Tonks kinda-trippy, not-brawl Neville the Professor
WHAT: Revenge, Flying, Bonding
WHEN: Wednesday before supper
WHERE: Hogwarts
WHY: Teddy doesn't like tomatoes, Draco's fun to torture, and Tonks loves her little boy!
As pre-arranged with Madam Pomfrey, Damien Bonfoi (aka Draco Malfoy) Potions Master, came by the school with a case of potions to replenish the mediwitch's stores. After getting all the legal work signed, and pocketed, he bid her goodbye and made his way back through the school, memories of his years there as always bombarding him. He remained somewhat lost in thought as he made his way.
Ted had been waiting for the opportune Wednesday. It had taken all week to work out the proper charm -Latin never had been his best language- but he'd finally gotten it right. He crept down as silently as a winged teenage boy could, toward the hospital wing.
Draco opened the door to the hospital wing and headed down the halls, lost in thought, glamour in place. His brown hair brushed back from equally boring brown eyes as he walked crisply down the hall, head down in thought.
Ted had o be careful on his way to the hospital wing, as he wasn't technically supposed to be roaming the corridors freely. He grinned to himself when he spotted a nondescript man who happened to smell exactly like Draco Malfoy. Game time.
Poor Draco didn't have a chance.
Ted crouched low behind a wall hanging, and took aim. As Draco drew closer, Ted began the silent incantation. When Draco passed, a jet of shimmery wandlight hit him square between the shoulder blades.Ted smirked and faded into a nearby passageway.
The man felt hit by a spell, and had his wand up before a moment had passed, whirling and pointing it at the direction it came from. Keen, paranoid, eyes searched the shadows before something brought itself to his attention.
Namely the taughtness of his robes across his...chest.
He looked down.
His eyes widened.
He poked at the new... chest structure.
....and then he shrieked.
Ted heard the shrill that could have only come from Draco, and doubled over laughing. No one threw a fit like his cousin. Eagerly, he peeked around a far corner, because he just had to actually see it.
"OhMerlinOhMerlinOhMerlin!!!" Draco shrieked again as she ran a hand through her, now longer, platinum hair. Not only was he a she, now, but the glamour was broken as well! "It's supposed to be OVER, I didn't get HIT this time.... Oh MERLIN, if I'm pregnant again I'M GOING TO KILL SOMETHING!" she shrieked again, stomping her foot in a shoe that was now a bit too big.
Ted snickered, probably a bit too loudly. Deciding he wasn't worried about getting caught in the halls as much as he was interested in watching Draco have an aneurysm, he stepped out into the corridor to get the full effect.
Draco was too busy panicking to notice the winged teen at first. "My wife is going to have a field day, Violetta's not even going to RECOGNISE me, and Harry... oh god what am I going to do when he gets home!!! And CHANG! I swear to Merlin if Chang sees me like this... GAH!!!!" she flailed her arms. "Begone breasts!" she shouted, pointing her wand at her chest.
Of course, nothing happened.
"My son's going to run away for good this time, I just know it," She bemoaned.
"Don't be ridiculous," Ted twitched a wing, wanting for sunshine and fresh air but settling for a bit of confrontation. "Parents are important."
Draco whirled around. "Theodore Remus Lupin! If You've had ANYTHING to do with this young man," she waved her wand at him without planning on casting.
Ted snickered. "You're so tiny," he said. Then he added, defiantly. "And you knew I hated tomatoes."
Draco stalked up to him, poking him in the chest with one dainty finger. Repeatedly. "You. Said. Anything. But. Licorice! And you MADE FUN OF MY GLASSES! You know I need those!"
Ted straightened his spine out and stood up to his full 5'11 height, grinning down at his suddenly much smaller cousin. "I said 'nice specs,' take it how you will." He fluttered his wings a bit, restless. "And you did it on purpose, acknowledge it already."
"With that flavouring or not, you wouldn't have liked the taste regardless. Be thankful you don't need the usual potion for those with a more severe form of your watered down dysfunction."
Ted ruffled his wings again, frowning. Only Draco would waste time arguing the logic of this highly illogical conversation. "Well, if you'd ever been through it you'd know any potion is hard to choke down, and tomato is impossible." He ignored the snark, and instead studied Draco's new form with interest. "Your cheekbones are the same."
"I got them from my mother, GAH!! THAT IS BESIDE THE POINT!!!!" she waved her arms again.
Ted grinned. "I told you you'd be sorry."
"IT HAS TO BE AGAINST SOME GRYFFINDORIAN RULE TO RETALIATE WITH SOMETHING COMPLETELY OUT OF PROPORTION TO THE SUPPOSED CRIME COMMITTED!!!!" Draco shrieked again. She ignored the shushing paintings.
Ted doubled up again, laughing. "What...rules?" He wheezed out. Besides, he didn't think it was so out-of-proportion at all. He really hated tomatoes.
"GAHHH!!!!!!"
"You should have kept one of those calming draughts for yourself," Ted chuckled, taking in Draco's unhealthy complexion. "You look out of sorts." His eyes shone with the kind of mirth that could only be achieved through revenge, and especially the silly kind.
"Out of sorts? OUT OF SORTS?! I'll show you out of sorts!!!" Draco trained her wand on Teddy.
"EXPELLIARMUS!"
And the wand was gone from his hand, and into the hand of his cousin, who had (in promise of not causing a riot of OMG DEAD WOMAN ON CAMPUS!) opted for a look somewhat similar to the one she preferred, though with hair a simple black, which seemed normal enough. "How DARE you raise your wand to my-" then she stopped and looked at Draco. Looked hard at him. And burst into a gigglefit that had her leaning against the wall. "Oh Merlin!"
Ted grinned. "Hi, Mum."
Tonks waved, but was incoherent for the giggles.
Draco stomped her foot in a huff.
"You've grown Breasts!" Tonks gasped out.
Ted brushed past Draco and stood in front of his mum. He still wasn't used to seeing her around. She smelled like home, or something less gushy and silly but still...nice. "Did you bring your broomstick?"
Tonks nodded, "In my pocket," she giggled, pointing at Draco. "Your work?" she asked her son.
Ted gleefully quirked an eyebrow before he could stop himself. The grin spread from his eyes all the way down to his lips. "He started it."
"Brilliant."
"IT IS NOT BRILLIANT!" Draco shrieked at them.
Ted patted Draco on the head, goading him, as he walked past. "Don't worry little cousin, it'll only last a few days, a week at most."
Tonks grinned, "I'll owl your wand back to Celeste - you can floo home from Hogsmeade."
As Tonks walked off with her son, the sound of another frustrated shriek echoed in the halls.
Around the corner, Ted pulled his Mum into an empty classroom. "We'll have to take a few shortcuts, I'm supposed to be upstairs." He ruffled his wings irritably. "Having a little fun is a punishable offense here."
"Always has been," she told him, giving him a hug. "Those are some pretty impressive wings. Well, lead the way - I wasn't in Gryffindor, so I'm afraid I don't know it."
"Slytherins never wall-crawled?" Ted shrugged and pushed aside some heavy draperies that obscured a hidden doorway. "You must not have been as fond of fresh air."
"Wall-who?" Tonks asked, following him into the hidden hall.
Ted nodded to a bit of burnt parchment decorating a section of the next corridor. "Opens a shortcut to the staff room, kinda risky but worth it. They have a door that goes directly outside."
"Ooh, I didn't know that. I spent most of my time with my head of house, or out at the Shack."
Ted grimaced. "Why at the shack?"
"Only place I could get away from everyone. Not easy being a halfblood in Slytherin right after the war ended - and I couldn't spend ALL my time in my house-head's office."
Ted stopped, and frowned. "You didn't get along with..." His eyes flickered once over his Mum, something she had said ages ago clicking into place. "Vinnie really was your first friend."
She nodded, "Yeah, he was."
She shrugged, putting her hands in her pockets, "No use dwelling on the past. I had my guardians, a few acquaintences. Your dad," she acknowledged with a small, sad smile.
Ted coughed, and carefully made his way into the staff room. Just Neville. Ted gave a nod, which Neville seemed to accept in a pleasantly resigned way, and pushed open the far door.
Tonks followed, glancing at the Professor. Wow, he was older than her, now. That... was incredibly weird.
Ted spread his wings in the sunlight and sighed deeply. It felt amazing. Giddily, he took off from where he stood, leaving the staffroom door wide open and his mum on the ground.
Tonks laughed, taking her broom from her pocket and enlarging it back to size, jumping on and racing after him.
Ted made a backward dive, the sort of maneuver that took practice on a broomstick but came as second nature with the wings. He was flying with his dead mum, how cool was that? Detention would be worth it this time. "Race you to the far tower!"
"You're on!" his mum called, heading off before anyone could say 'go!'.
Ted swooped and dived and made a few circles around the tower, ignoring the whoops of students below.
Tonks laughed, reaching it on his second dive. "No fair, I don't have wings anymore!" she complained, too happy to be visiting with her boy to really mind all that much.
Ted looked up, surprised. He'd almost forgotten his mum was there. He fluttered over. "Maybe next time," he teased, grinning. Students continued to shout from below, some laughing and pointing. Ted tucked a bit of hair back, bashfully. "It's so easy to make a scene around here."
"Always has been, always will be," she replied with a grin, shaking her head and letting her hair fall to its usual violently purple colour. "I never got 'round to asking, but do you play quidditch?"
Ted's eyes lit up. "Yeah! Did you?"
"Played Beater," she said proudly. "Kicked arse, too."
Ted laughed, loudly, the kind of laugh he usually just thought. It was the fresh air, and having his mum back, and the fact that his mum had kicked quidditch arse. It rang out and bounced off of the surrounding towers, echoing back. "I'm a chaser," he told her. "And I'm all right."
She looked at him thoughtfully, "Got the temperment for it," she decided with a nod, and a grin. "You know I'm going to come to your games now, right? I'll even..." she mock-shuddered, "wear red!"
Ted blinked, caught off guard. He almost fell. "Really?
"What, the wear red, or the temperment?" Tonks asked, watching him with a keen eyed gaze.
Ted perched lightly on a stone ledge and examined his mum thoughtfully. "You'll come to my games?" He fussed at the feathers on one of his wings, unconsciously preening them. He looked up, blue eyes intense and brows slightly knit. "Really?"
"Of course! Why wouldn't I? I'd have come to all of them if I'd been... well, around," she told him.
"Yeah." Ted reached out and brushed the back of his mum's hand lightly. "That's ok." He tucked his wings back again and dived gracefully, then circled the tower a few more times. "Wonder how long it takes for a professor to notice?"
"I'd say about five minutes ago," Tonks answered, pointing toward the Headmaster's tower, and the woman within, shaking her head with pursed lips.
Ted said something that Gran would have slapped him. He kissed his mum on the cheek. "I'd better go down and meet her so she won't come after you, too."
"Oh no you don't, mister," Tonks said, "I've gotta come clean sooner or later."
Ted thought about it for a moment. "Does this mean you can't forge anymore notes for me?"
"It means I won't have to forge them."
Ted's heart did a funny leap in his chest. He coughed. "Yeah." He nodded slowly. "Yeah, ok." He waited for his mum this time, so they could make the decent together.
"No worries, Teddy - everything'll work out just fine." His mother gave him a wide grin as they went to 'face the music' with Headmistress McGonagall.
WHAT: Revenge, Flying, Bonding
WHEN: Wednesday before supper
WHERE: Hogwarts
WHY: Teddy doesn't like tomatoes, Draco's fun to torture, and Tonks loves her little boy!
As pre-arranged with Madam Pomfrey, Damien Bonfoi (aka Draco Malfoy) Potions Master, came by the school with a case of potions to replenish the mediwitch's stores. After getting all the legal work signed, and pocketed, he bid her goodbye and made his way back through the school, memories of his years there as always bombarding him. He remained somewhat lost in thought as he made his way.
Ted had been waiting for the opportune Wednesday. It had taken all week to work out the proper charm -Latin never had been his best language- but he'd finally gotten it right. He crept down as silently as a winged teenage boy could, toward the hospital wing.
Draco opened the door to the hospital wing and headed down the halls, lost in thought, glamour in place. His brown hair brushed back from equally boring brown eyes as he walked crisply down the hall, head down in thought.
Ted had o be careful on his way to the hospital wing, as he wasn't technically supposed to be roaming the corridors freely. He grinned to himself when he spotted a nondescript man who happened to smell exactly like Draco Malfoy. Game time.
Poor Draco didn't have a chance.
Ted crouched low behind a wall hanging, and took aim. As Draco drew closer, Ted began the silent incantation. When Draco passed, a jet of shimmery wandlight hit him square between the shoulder blades.Ted smirked and faded into a nearby passageway.
The man felt hit by a spell, and had his wand up before a moment had passed, whirling and pointing it at the direction it came from. Keen, paranoid, eyes searched the shadows before something brought itself to his attention.
Namely the taughtness of his robes across his...chest.
He looked down.
His eyes widened.
He poked at the new... chest structure.
....and then he shrieked.
Ted heard the shrill that could have only come from Draco, and doubled over laughing. No one threw a fit like his cousin. Eagerly, he peeked around a far corner, because he just had to actually see it.
"OhMerlinOhMerlinOhMerlin!!!" Draco shrieked again as she ran a hand through her, now longer, platinum hair. Not only was he a she, now, but the glamour was broken as well! "It's supposed to be OVER, I didn't get HIT this time.... Oh MERLIN, if I'm pregnant again I'M GOING TO KILL SOMETHING!" she shrieked again, stomping her foot in a shoe that was now a bit too big.
Ted snickered, probably a bit too loudly. Deciding he wasn't worried about getting caught in the halls as much as he was interested in watching Draco have an aneurysm, he stepped out into the corridor to get the full effect.
Draco was too busy panicking to notice the winged teen at first. "My wife is going to have a field day, Violetta's not even going to RECOGNISE me, and Harry... oh god what am I going to do when he gets home!!! And CHANG! I swear to Merlin if Chang sees me like this... GAH!!!!" she flailed her arms. "Begone breasts!" she shouted, pointing her wand at her chest.
Of course, nothing happened.
"My son's going to run away for good this time, I just know it," She bemoaned.
"Don't be ridiculous," Ted twitched a wing, wanting for sunshine and fresh air but settling for a bit of confrontation. "Parents are important."
Draco whirled around. "Theodore Remus Lupin! If You've had ANYTHING to do with this young man," she waved her wand at him without planning on casting.
Ted snickered. "You're so tiny," he said. Then he added, defiantly. "And you knew I hated tomatoes."
Draco stalked up to him, poking him in the chest with one dainty finger. Repeatedly. "You. Said. Anything. But. Licorice! And you MADE FUN OF MY GLASSES! You know I need those!"
Ted straightened his spine out and stood up to his full 5'11 height, grinning down at his suddenly much smaller cousin. "I said 'nice specs,' take it how you will." He fluttered his wings a bit, restless. "And you did it on purpose, acknowledge it already."
"With that flavouring or not, you wouldn't have liked the taste regardless. Be thankful you don't need the usual potion for those with a more severe form of your watered down dysfunction."
Ted ruffled his wings again, frowning. Only Draco would waste time arguing the logic of this highly illogical conversation. "Well, if you'd ever been through it you'd know any potion is hard to choke down, and tomato is impossible." He ignored the snark, and instead studied Draco's new form with interest. "Your cheekbones are the same."
"I got them from my mother, GAH!! THAT IS BESIDE THE POINT!!!!" she waved her arms again.
Ted grinned. "I told you you'd be sorry."
"IT HAS TO BE AGAINST SOME GRYFFINDORIAN RULE TO RETALIATE WITH SOMETHING COMPLETELY OUT OF PROPORTION TO THE SUPPOSED CRIME COMMITTED!!!!" Draco shrieked again. She ignored the shushing paintings.
Ted doubled up again, laughing. "What...rules?" He wheezed out. Besides, he didn't think it was so out-of-proportion at all. He really hated tomatoes.
"GAHHH!!!!!!"
"You should have kept one of those calming draughts for yourself," Ted chuckled, taking in Draco's unhealthy complexion. "You look out of sorts." His eyes shone with the kind of mirth that could only be achieved through revenge, and especially the silly kind.
"Out of sorts? OUT OF SORTS?! I'll show you out of sorts!!!" Draco trained her wand on Teddy.
"EXPELLIARMUS!"
And the wand was gone from his hand, and into the hand of his cousin, who had (in promise of not causing a riot of OMG DEAD WOMAN ON CAMPUS!) opted for a look somewhat similar to the one she preferred, though with hair a simple black, which seemed normal enough. "How DARE you raise your wand to my-" then she stopped and looked at Draco. Looked hard at him. And burst into a gigglefit that had her leaning against the wall. "Oh Merlin!"
Ted grinned. "Hi, Mum."
Tonks waved, but was incoherent for the giggles.
Draco stomped her foot in a huff.
"You've grown Breasts!" Tonks gasped out.
Ted brushed past Draco and stood in front of his mum. He still wasn't used to seeing her around. She smelled like home, or something less gushy and silly but still...nice. "Did you bring your broomstick?"
Tonks nodded, "In my pocket," she giggled, pointing at Draco. "Your work?" she asked her son.
Ted gleefully quirked an eyebrow before he could stop himself. The grin spread from his eyes all the way down to his lips. "He started it."
"Brilliant."
"IT IS NOT BRILLIANT!" Draco shrieked at them.
Ted patted Draco on the head, goading him, as he walked past. "Don't worry little cousin, it'll only last a few days, a week at most."
Tonks grinned, "I'll owl your wand back to Celeste - you can floo home from Hogsmeade."
As Tonks walked off with her son, the sound of another frustrated shriek echoed in the halls.
Around the corner, Ted pulled his Mum into an empty classroom. "We'll have to take a few shortcuts, I'm supposed to be upstairs." He ruffled his wings irritably. "Having a little fun is a punishable offense here."
"Always has been," she told him, giving him a hug. "Those are some pretty impressive wings. Well, lead the way - I wasn't in Gryffindor, so I'm afraid I don't know it."
"Slytherins never wall-crawled?" Ted shrugged and pushed aside some heavy draperies that obscured a hidden doorway. "You must not have been as fond of fresh air."
"Wall-who?" Tonks asked, following him into the hidden hall.
Ted nodded to a bit of burnt parchment decorating a section of the next corridor. "Opens a shortcut to the staff room, kinda risky but worth it. They have a door that goes directly outside."
"Ooh, I didn't know that. I spent most of my time with my head of house, or out at the Shack."
Ted grimaced. "Why at the shack?"
"Only place I could get away from everyone. Not easy being a halfblood in Slytherin right after the war ended - and I couldn't spend ALL my time in my house-head's office."
Ted stopped, and frowned. "You didn't get along with..." His eyes flickered once over his Mum, something she had said ages ago clicking into place. "Vinnie really was your first friend."
She nodded, "Yeah, he was."
She shrugged, putting her hands in her pockets, "No use dwelling on the past. I had my guardians, a few acquaintences. Your dad," she acknowledged with a small, sad smile.
Ted coughed, and carefully made his way into the staff room. Just Neville. Ted gave a nod, which Neville seemed to accept in a pleasantly resigned way, and pushed open the far door.
Tonks followed, glancing at the Professor. Wow, he was older than her, now. That... was incredibly weird.
Ted spread his wings in the sunlight and sighed deeply. It felt amazing. Giddily, he took off from where he stood, leaving the staffroom door wide open and his mum on the ground.
Tonks laughed, taking her broom from her pocket and enlarging it back to size, jumping on and racing after him.
Ted made a backward dive, the sort of maneuver that took practice on a broomstick but came as second nature with the wings. He was flying with his dead mum, how cool was that? Detention would be worth it this time. "Race you to the far tower!"
"You're on!" his mum called, heading off before anyone could say 'go!'.
Ted swooped and dived and made a few circles around the tower, ignoring the whoops of students below.
Tonks laughed, reaching it on his second dive. "No fair, I don't have wings anymore!" she complained, too happy to be visiting with her boy to really mind all that much.
Ted looked up, surprised. He'd almost forgotten his mum was there. He fluttered over. "Maybe next time," he teased, grinning. Students continued to shout from below, some laughing and pointing. Ted tucked a bit of hair back, bashfully. "It's so easy to make a scene around here."
"Always has been, always will be," she replied with a grin, shaking her head and letting her hair fall to its usual violently purple colour. "I never got 'round to asking, but do you play quidditch?"
Ted's eyes lit up. "Yeah! Did you?"
"Played Beater," she said proudly. "Kicked arse, too."
Ted laughed, loudly, the kind of laugh he usually just thought. It was the fresh air, and having his mum back, and the fact that his mum had kicked quidditch arse. It rang out and bounced off of the surrounding towers, echoing back. "I'm a chaser," he told her. "And I'm all right."
She looked at him thoughtfully, "Got the temperment for it," she decided with a nod, and a grin. "You know I'm going to come to your games now, right? I'll even..." she mock-shuddered, "wear red!"
Ted blinked, caught off guard. He almost fell. "Really?
"What, the wear red, or the temperment?" Tonks asked, watching him with a keen eyed gaze.
Ted perched lightly on a stone ledge and examined his mum thoughtfully. "You'll come to my games?" He fussed at the feathers on one of his wings, unconsciously preening them. He looked up, blue eyes intense and brows slightly knit. "Really?"
"Of course! Why wouldn't I? I'd have come to all of them if I'd been... well, around," she told him.
"Yeah." Ted reached out and brushed the back of his mum's hand lightly. "That's ok." He tucked his wings back again and dived gracefully, then circled the tower a few more times. "Wonder how long it takes for a professor to notice?"
"I'd say about five minutes ago," Tonks answered, pointing toward the Headmaster's tower, and the woman within, shaking her head with pursed lips.
Ted said something that Gran would have slapped him. He kissed his mum on the cheek. "I'd better go down and meet her so she won't come after you, too."
"Oh no you don't, mister," Tonks said, "I've gotta come clean sooner or later."
Ted thought about it for a moment. "Does this mean you can't forge anymore notes for me?"
"It means I won't have to forge them."
Ted's heart did a funny leap in his chest. He coughed. "Yeah." He nodded slowly. "Yeah, ok." He waited for his mum this time, so they could make the decent together.
"No worries, Teddy - everything'll work out just fine." His mother gave him a wide grin as they went to 'face the music' with Headmistress McGonagall.