hp. (andromeda black/ted tonks). drabble
For: katshakespeare
(in-house gryff_lions secret santa)
andromeda black/ted tonks: middles. 269 words.
n/a: a glimpse at when they were still considering the possibilities.
"What's this?"
Ted smiles. He's been patiently showing his fiancée his bachelor apartment - nothing much, just two small rooms and a square kitchen; they're looking around it now, their heads teased by the morning sun. Andromeda marvels at every new discovery.
"That's a toaster, love."
"A what?"
"A toaster." He wouldn't believe her to be genuine, if he didn't know better. A purist, in his home - no, he corrects himself, she's not; she's just born in the wrong family. "Remember those slices of bread we had for breakfast yesterday? You make them with this."
Andromeda nods. She's so serious, Ted feels like laughing so loud he might bend at the middle. A lock of hair escapes her loose ponytail and brushes her collarbone; he leans in to chew at it, playfully.
"And that?" she manages between snorts of laughter. "What's that?"
"Oh." He pauses. "That."
"Everything alright?"
"Of course", his voice ignores the worry crease on his forehead. "It's a tad silly, I'm afraid. That would be my grandmother's Tupperware tea set. She - she used to be quite a fierce lady, Gran was. She left it to me. I don't know why. I've never been, like, fancy."
Andromeda is suddenly quiet.
"She must have given you this for a reason."
Ted's soft laughter fills the room. "She thought I might get myself a lady-like bride."
"And will you, Ted Tonks? Will you?"
She's standing in the light, serious again, eyes wide and waiting. He knows the answer; but it's bad timing. He didn't imagine it would be like this.
"If she wises." He eyes her. "Only if she wishes."
(in-house gryff_lions secret santa)
andromeda black/ted tonks: middles. 269 words.
n/a: a glimpse at when they were still considering the possibilities.
"What's this?"
Ted smiles. He's been patiently showing his fiancée his bachelor apartment - nothing much, just two small rooms and a square kitchen; they're looking around it now, their heads teased by the morning sun. Andromeda marvels at every new discovery.
"That's a toaster, love."
"A what?"
"A toaster." He wouldn't believe her to be genuine, if he didn't know better. A purist, in his home - no, he corrects himself, she's not; she's just born in the wrong family. "Remember those slices of bread we had for breakfast yesterday? You make them with this."
Andromeda nods. She's so serious, Ted feels like laughing so loud he might bend at the middle. A lock of hair escapes her loose ponytail and brushes her collarbone; he leans in to chew at it, playfully.
"And that?" she manages between snorts of laughter. "What's that?"
"Oh." He pauses. "That."
"Everything alright?"
"Of course", his voice ignores the worry crease on his forehead. "It's a tad silly, I'm afraid. That would be my grandmother's Tupperware tea set. She - she used to be quite a fierce lady, Gran was. She left it to me. I don't know why. I've never been, like, fancy."
Andromeda is suddenly quiet.
"She must have given you this for a reason."
Ted's soft laughter fills the room. "She thought I might get myself a lady-like bride."
"And will you, Ted Tonks? Will you?"
She's standing in the light, serious again, eyes wide and waiting. He knows the answer; but it's bad timing. He didn't imagine it would be like this.
"If she wises." He eyes her. "Only if she wishes."