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"I don't think I'm familiar with the smell of burnt cherries," he said with a grimace. "Though, I'm pretty sure it doesn't smell a thing like that." He stirred the potion once before pulling out the ladle and setting it aside. "Should we ask Professor Slughorn?"

“I think so,” Ted said as he scrutinized their potion. “Did the manual say anything about purple smoke creeping out of the cauldron?”

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The pitiful glances have mostly died down over the month, but Ted was still a bit wary. Professor McGonagall made sure to inform him that his father’s body had been placed in a nice muggle cemetery, and all arrangements were set, but he just couldn’t shake the empty feeling. It was all he could think about as he made his way to the pitch; physically there but not present.

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“I think so,” Ted said as he scrutinized their potion. “Did the manual say anything about purple smoke creeping out of the cauldron?”

“Was that supposed to happen…?”

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“I shouldn’t have let you in.“ 

“I didn’t mean to drown you when I poured my heart out.“ 

“Did you ever really love me? Or was this all for the sex?“ 

“Eat a dick, it means I love you in my language.“ 

“All you do is run so for once in your life just sit down and stop using your feet so stay.” 

“Lie to me, tell me I’m beautiful, tell me I’m wanted, tell me you love me.”

“When you left you took everything.“ 

“I hate needing you.”

“Sometimes I sleep in his/her old shirts to remember what it feels like to be wrapped in his/her arms, it’s not the same but it’ll do.”

“It took you eight seconds to rip my heart from my chest, what kind of monster are you?”

“I love you but I fucking hate you.“ 

“Do you remember when we fell in love? I do.“ 

“I don’t know how I’d survive without you in my life.”

“Tell me the truth, do you love her/him as much as you love me?”

“Tell me, does he/she make you moan like I did?”

“I made the worst mistake, I fell for you.”

“You destroyed me and you don’t even care.”

“Don’t be with me unless you’re as committed to me as a tattoo.“ 

“Life’s too short to hold grudges, you hurt me but I can’t hate you, fact is I still love you, I may not trust you but I don’t want something to happen to me with you thinking I hate you.“ 

“I’ve got a month to live.”

“What would you do if you woke up to find out I hadn’t?“ 

“Nobody’s ever going to want me so what’s the point?”

“I wanna know what you taste like.“ 

“Alcohol tastes better then you.”

“You wouldn’t know true friendship if it slapped you in the face.”

“You’d rather have a dick in your mouth then  a friend by your side.”

“What’s it like to love and be loved back?”

“Who’s going to love someone that’s got scars along her/his arms?”

“I kinda killed your dog, it ran out into the street.”

“I hate me as much as you hate me.”

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“She doesn’t seem like it,but Alice has many layers to her,” Ted said, shrugging. After all these years, he still wonders why Alice remained his friend. She was a born and raised as a pureblood, and he, a mere muggleborn. It took a while for them to accept each others’ cultures, and to this day, it still wasn’t easy, but the pair of them managed. Alice loved her opera singers while Ted loved Queen and David Bowie. 

“Yeah, let me just get a shirt,” he said as he grabbed the nearest one and put it on, not noticing that he put on Edgar’s jersey instead. He laughed as Remus told him about Alice while he walked towards the Gryffindor. “She’s seen her fair share of shirtless men, but if she’s as pissed as I imagine, you were right not to put her in your dorm lest we give her a shock.” He said before quickly going down the stairs.

“It’s hard to imagine Alice being self-conscious about anything,” he replied, amused. Of course, Remus hadn’t grown up a pureblood, and even a family as accepting as the Fortescue’s may find some fault with it, despite the many well-known wizarding opera singers. Perhaps she was embarrassed because she couldn’t sing to save her life. Remus only knew that because she’d repeated it (several times) to the Fat Lady as her biggest regret.

“Well c’mon then, you’re making me nervous now,” he added with a laugh. He shuffled towards the Hufflepuff’s door, glad his roommates seemed to be away for the evening. “I’d’ve already shoved Alice in one of the girls’ beds and tucked her in, but I can’t get into the girls’ dormitory. And I’d’ve put her in my bed, but you never know if James or Sirius are wearing clothes at any given time.”

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Not a lot of people would understand their odd friendship. They’ve seen each other naked, told each other their deepest secrets, and stood up for each other at all times. Some would say that a relationship like theirs would merit something other than platonic feelings, but they understood that a friendship such as theirs was too rare to simply turn into something romantic. They tried, but it never worked. They simply knew each other too well and didn’t need to prove anything to anyone.

“I best be taking her to bed. Her spurting out random opera facts only shows that she might just be very pissed,” he chuckled. “She doesn’t give off that sort of knowledge often probably because she’s a bit self-conscious about liking opera. Then again, Alice is never safe on her own without her inhibitions. I’ve had first-hand experience of that.”

Ted and Alice’s friendship was strange to behold from the outside; they were basically like an old married couple, aside from the fact they were teenagers and a bit crazy at times. It reminded Remus of how he used to be with Lily, or Mary, or Marlene, but on a whole new level. 

“Thanks,” he answered, taking the wand in hand. “That’s up to you mate, but I myself wouldn’t try it. She seems to quite like the Fat Lady, and it took me quarter of an hour to get her actually inside the Common Room and away from her conversation with her. Did you know that Alice knows a lot about the opera? Because I didn’t.”

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“Alright, that’s good,” he said sleepily before a yawn escaped. He rummaged through his drawers, earning no luck there, before he began checking his bedside table. He knew he should have checked there first when he finally found a nice piece of wood under a few sheets of parchment. “Here it is,” he said as he handed it to the Gryffindor. “I could go down with you to draw her sorry arse back to her dormitory.”

“Yeah, yeah, don’t worry mate, she’s tucked up on the couch with a glass of water and some biscuits,” he answered, knowing Ted was rather protective of the little blonde. “Take your time, it’s no trouble for me, I’ve still got to walk ‘round the castle. Figured I may as well have a late-night Prefect round since I’m still awake anyway.”

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“I don’t believe you think so,” he said, smiling as she rested her head on his shoulder. “I quite agree. This is where I get my share of peace and quiet.”

“You’re such a jerk!” Charity teased, leaning her head on his shoulder. “Isn’t the water so pretty? I could sit out here all day.”

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His eyes widened in surprise as he tried his best to stifle his laugh. “You, miss, have a very active imagination, but that’s definitely not a bad guess,” he said with laugh, doing his best not to outright explode into fits right there. “I’m sure you’d like to think that you have a lot of worshippers, but can’t we have a normal conversation, where we get to know each other, and you don’t think I have any ulterior motives?” He asked, before ordering a slice of apple pie. “Purebloods aren’t my type. Besides, you suggested it in the first place, quoting a halfblood, you yourself don’t hold much regard for.”

“Why do you care? Don’t tell me you’re feeding some sort of obsession with me, trying to figure out what I don’t like, and putting things I like at some strange shrine you have in your dorm.” Raising a brow, a smirk broke across her lips. “Halfblood, while she’s no healer, and has questionable choice with the articles she chooses to write — her advice isn’t always completely rubbish. Personally speaking, I would never take any of it, but Hufflepuff’s seem a little more liberal.”

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Ted sighed as he pushed off his covers, slid his feet off the bed and sat up. “Is she okay? IS someone taking care of her?” He asked groggily as he walked over to his cabinet. Ted had stored it in one of the drawers for safe keeping, thought his sleepy brain couldn’t really remember. “This might take a minute, mate. I think I need to look for it.”

“Sorry, mate, Alice is a bit drunk in my Common Room and swears she left her wand here. Won’t sleep ‘til she knows where it is.”

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“Pray tell. What is it that you find boring?” He asked, smiling as her as he wiped his upper and sides of his lips with his fingers before patting it down with a napkin. There were dire consequences, of course, if anyone saw them having even the simplest of conversations. It was a right shame that Ted didn’t care for them. “And how are you so sure the facts are indeed reputable? I'm surprised you know a lot about doctors, let alone trust their studies, considering they are muggles.”

 “First of all, I don’t lack the ability for anything, I can appreciate simplicity — what I can’t appreciate is boring.” Narrowing her eyes, his mocking comment about her lifestyle did not go unnoticed. “A reputable magazine.” Flipping open to the advice column, she pointed to the Dr, before the writers name. “See, a medical professional, even.”

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“Coming right up,” he said as went down to the Hufflepuff dormitories to get a spare bottle. It took him a while, but he managed to return with a cup of water. “It doesn’t taste as great, and the recovery process is much more painful, but I think you’ll survive.”

“A Grand one would be best, I think. Normal ones just don’t do the trick anymore, unfortunately.” 

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“Guess I got it from the people in my house,” he shrugged. “Perhaps you lack the ability to appreciate simplicity in its raw state,” he said, as he turned to look at her. “Though I don’t blame you. Surely a life of luxuries has heightened your standards considerably, so I guess you’re unable to do such a thing,” he said as he finished off the last of his hot chocolate, unknowingly gaining a light, brown mustache. “Is that so? Are you suggesting that I take advice from a magazine?” He asked with a laugh.

“You sound far too idealistic for this time of night. If I started paying attention, I would simply come to the obvious realization that mostly things, and people, are horribly mundane.” A playful smile played at the corners of her lips, causing her to straighten up in her seat. Most people would have avoided the girl, not too many were brave enough to tease her the way Ted did. It was different, just not something she wanted to make a habit of — making a habit of enjoying being around a muggleborn, would only lead to trouble. “I think not, however, you could always take a more effective route, and eat your feelings out — Witch Weekly recommended it as a cure for a busy mind.”

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Ted huffed, a little put out, as he sat up. “Merlin, that’s not what I meant,” he said tersely. “I know I’m not the only one who’s lost his parents. I’m orphaned, yeah, but I apparently could have it a lot worse. But to tell you the truth, downplaying my problems isn’t going to help any,” he sighed. “Greta, I know you’re trying to help--and I’m grateful! Really, I am. But if you could just stop tiptoeing around me and start treating me normally, I’d feel better. We’ve been through this a little over a year ago, and you know I don’t like being coddled.”

Frustrated, she bit her lip and tried her best not to offend him with her words “It wasn’t pity, it was empathy. But you can go ahead and think you’re the only person that’s ever lost anyone.” She turned to go but couldn’t “I’m sorry, I don’t want to make you feel guilty or anything. Ugh, I suck at this.”

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Ted sighed as he looked up at her from his pillow. “Greta, I honestly don’t need your pity, right now.”

“Did you know that the word fine has 24 definitions? I mean, I read that somewhere once, I think. In my experience most people use it to get others to stop asking certain questions.” She paused, unsure if she should go on. “I know you’re grieving Ted but, I just don’t think you should be alone at a time like this.”

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“If you started paying attention, you’ll probably realize that there’s always more to everything than meets the eye,” he said, smiling. It wasn’t a secret that purebloods like Andromeda wouldn’t even dare look him in the eye lest they catch what he was born with. The thing is, he was simply born the way the rest of them were, and they were often too caught up in themselves to realize that. He knew she’d get in trouble for even talking to him, but it was fun to challenge--even tease--her. He realized that she was too stubborn to let him go without him seeing her point, and it was exciting. “Was that a way to get me to talk? You know, aside from using a bit of manipulation, you could always just say please.”

“There doesn’t seem to be anyone worth noticing, so I’m hardly to be blamed.” Her fork pushed at the fruit in her plate, no longer feeling hte apAndromeda raised a brow, her attention divided between watching the entrance, and the boy across from her. She was all too aware of how disapproving her sisters would be of the scene before them. “I doubt an order from me will keep you from losing yourself in thought, so be my guest. Though, I have heard that it’s healthy to talk to strangers about what’s on your mind, so feel free to humour me. You’ll keep me from worrying about the assignments we are going to be bombarded with, and I doubt Witch Weekly will be owling me for your secrets.”

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Ted chuckled. “I didn’t mean to, Charity. My apologies.”

You scared me!