Prompt Six: Roll of the Dice
Title: Roll of the Dice
Author:
gijane7702
Format & Word Count: Fic//1485
Prompt: #6: a pair of dice
Warning(s): Deathly Hallows spoilers//fluff!
Summary: “Our Teddy! Teddy Lupin! Snogging our Victoire! Our cousin!” (Deathly Hallows, p756-American edition)
Author's Notes: Dice is a symbol of good chances and luck. If you are playing a game with dices, and you are winning, it is a good omen, which foretells you success and good luck. On the other hand, losing a game with dices foretells misfortune and failure of hopes; Cleromancy is the practice of throwing dice for fortune telling and divination.
I was going to make this Remus/Tonks, but I just did a “first kiss” fic for the last prompt, so I went another route. Close enough to R/T…right?
It seems I managed to use allusion without even trying. Hope you catch the hints!
Gryffindor Tower- May 2016
“What are you doing?” a formidable voice rang out, echoing off the circular walls of the common room.
The crowd of 7th year boys huddled around the hearthrug all looked up guiltily. “Er…” stuttered Michael Woods, looking around for help.
“Cleromancy,” Teddy Lupin supplied smoothly, rolling the dice around in his hand. “We’re helping Jack revise for his Divination NEWT.”
“Oh…yeah, we are!” Michael said, looking relieved. “Helping Jack revise that is! Right you are, Ted!”
The other three boys nodded their hasty agreement and Victoire Weasley’s eyes narrowed in suspicion. But Teddy smiled charmingly at her. She could never resist one of his smiles and found herself smiling back.
Ever since they were children growing up together, Teddy had always been able to mesmerize her with that lopsided smile of his that he had inherited from his father. More so than she was able to mesmerize him with her one-eighth veela allure.
Victoire shook her head, clearing it. Now was not the time to be enchanted by Teddy. She had strict instructions from her grandmother, his grandmother, and her Uncle Harry, his godfather, to make sure that he was revising for his NEWTs, which were next month, and not skiving off…like usual.
“Teddy Lupin, that is a blatant lie!” she told him, eyeing the dice in his hand. Her glasses and Prefect badge sparkled with the reflection of roaring flames as she approached the fireplace. “Are you gambling?”
His bright blue eyes, also inherited from his father, widened in surprise. He scrambled to his feet and stood in front of her. “Torie,” Teddy used her childhood nickname in a taken aback tone, “how do you even know about…?”
“Oh for Merlin’s sake, I’m nearly 17 years old. I know what gambling is! You’re not betting money are you?” She threw her strawberry blonde ponytail back, rolling her eyes as Michael, and half the male population of the common room, sighed.
“No!” Teddy yelped as his other dorm mates began to snicker. “No…not money.”
“But you are gambling?” she persisted.
“Er…”
“Teddy!” She whacked him on the arm. Blushing slightly as the whole common room laughed at what was now a commonplace scene between them, she continued in a quieter tone, “Sorry. Mustn’t lose that… reputation you’ve built up by being seen with your childhood friend now, correct?”
“Aw, Torie, come off it!” Teddy ran a hand through his turquoise hair, mussing it slightly. “I’m not gambling. I am helping Jack revise. Cleromancy is the practice of throwing di-"
“I know what it is, Teddy,” Victoire cut across him, “I take Divination, remember? But you don’t. So why are you helping Jack?”
“Jack is my mate. He asked for help, so I’m going to help him.” His eyes hardened. Teddy was a very honourable man, loyal to his friends, just as his mother had been. And she had just basically impugned his honour. In a stiff tone, he continued, “I have a whole month left to revise, not that I really need too. You know it comes naturally to me. But go put that in your letters to my grandmother, Aunt Molly, and Harry. And now…if you don’t mind…we were revising before your interruption.” He turned his back on her and crouched down back in front of the fireplace.
“Teddy, I’m sorry,” she said softly, keenly aware of the reigning silence in the common room. “It’s just that you’re supposed to be revising for your own NEWTs…”
“Ted, it’s all right,” Jack said, his voice carrying loudly. “She’s only doing what your family told her to do. It shows she loves you.” The common room went from silent to buzzing loudly all of a sudden. A few of Victoire’s classmates wolf whistled, causing her to blush. But she ignored them, noting instead that Teddy’s cheeks also had gone red even though he was kneeling in front of the fire. Jack looked distressed as he stuttered out an explanation, “Er…you know…like a sister…childhood friend…Um…”
Teddy shot him a dark look, and then muttered, “Give it up, Jordan.”
“Right … Sorry …” Jack muttered, and then lapsed into an uncharacteristic silence.
Victoire wasn’t sure what to do next.
She and Teddy had been inseparable as children since she was only 13 months younger than him. But, starting last year, their relationship had begun to become more and more strained.
It happened when Teddy had started dating. Victoire had no idea why she had reacted so violently to seeing him snogging another girl in the Great Hall. Until a letter from her mother arrived in the post and explained it all: her feelings towards him were not platonic anymore.
So, Victoire had panicked slightly. On one hand, she didn’t want to lose her childhood friend. On the other, she wanted to be more than friends. However, Victoire was sure that he hadn’t noticed and only saw her as an unofficial younger sibling…his childhood friend…and nothing more.
Hence, the impasse.
She didn’t realise that she had stood there staring at him until Teddy looked up at her and asked, “Was there anything else, Torie?”
“Oh! Er…no…sorry!” She felt her ears turning red from embarrassment. So, she pivoted gracefully on her heel and took off towards the portrait hole.
Victoire made it out the common room and into the closest classroom before she burst into tears. She hated this! She was madly in love with Teddy and he had no idea. Victoire hoisted herself onto one of the desks near the window and stared out over the grounds, tears streaming down her cheeks.
“Torie?”
She started. So wrapped up in her inner turmoil, Victoire hadn’t heard Teddy enter the classroom. “Hi,” she said, scrubbing at her cheeks with her robes.
“You all right?” he asked, looking concerned.
“Of course!” she told him brightly as she put her glasses back on.
“You’re crying.” He hopped up on the desk next to her, his shoulders brushing against hers. He wiped the last of the tears away with the pad of his thumb.
“Oh…don’t mind them. It’s…a girl thing. You know?”
“No,” Teddy said. “I don’t. Why don’t you explain?”
“It’s nothing,” Victoire told him.
But Teddy had inherited his mother’s stubbornness. “No…it’s not “nothing”, Torie. We’ve been…out of sorts for over a year now. We haven’t been us. What is it?”
She felt her ears reddening again. So, he had noticed. What to do now?
“Torie, help me out here. I know something’s wrong, I just don’t know what.”
Victoire took a deep breath and exhaled. He nudged her with his shoulder, so she finally asked, “You really want to know?”
“Yes!” Concern shone in his blue eyes. “Are you okay?”
“Yes…no. Not really.” She took another breath. “Okay…you noticed that, just over a year ago, it changed.”
“Yeah.”
“What happened around that time?”
“Um…” Victoire could tell Teddy was thinking on it. He then said, “I started dating Sarah. But why would that ch- Oh…”
“Exactly.”
“Torie, why didn’t you say anything?” He wrapped an arm around her, pulling her into a hug.
“Well, you know…” she said, her voice muffled by his jumper. “I thought you just saw me as, you know, Torie…your childhood friend…the unofficial sister…and just that. I didn’t think you saw me as a girl.”
Teddy started laughing. “Victoire Marie Weasley,” he wheezed out between. “Do you think I’m blind?”
“I beg your pardon!” She looked at him in askance.
“You don’t think I’ve not noticed how beautiful you’ve become?”
“Oh…”
“And trust me; I know you’re not my sister.”
“Oh…”
“Why do you think Sarah and I broke up? Wait...Let me put it this way. Know what Jack and I were wagering over?” Teddy asked.
“You were gambling!”
He ignored her indignant tone. “I was helping him revise. Then, Jack and Michael dared me to roll. The bet was if I didn’t roll a seven I had to come clean with you.”
“Come clean with me?” Hope blossomed in her.
“About being in love with you. I rolled a six. Now, normally, losing foretells misfo-”
“Edward Remus Lupin!” she shrieked. “That’s why you told me!? You lost a bet!? That’s-”
Teddy silenced Victoire’s protests with a kiss.
A few minutes later, he told her, “Sorry…I lost my nerve. Didn’t mean to just blurt it out like that.”
“It’s okay,” Victoire whispered. “Why don’t we try it again?”
Teddy grinned. Hopping down off his desk, he stood in front of her. Arms spread wide; he announced loudly, “I, Teddy Lupin, am madly in love with you, Torie Weasley.” She threw her head back and laughed. He pulled her into a hug and whispered in her ear, “Now, your turn.”
Victoire felt her ears turning red again. “Teddy Lupin, I absolutely love you.” He grinned broadly. “And I think six is my favourite number now.”
“Mine too,” Teddy agreed.
And then he leaned in for another kiss.
Author:
gijane7702
Format & Word Count: Fic//1485
Prompt: #6: a pair of dice
Warning(s): Deathly Hallows spoilers//fluff!
Summary: “Our Teddy! Teddy Lupin! Snogging our Victoire! Our cousin!” (Deathly Hallows, p756-American edition)
Author's Notes: Dice is a symbol of good chances and luck. If you are playing a game with dices, and you are winning, it is a good omen, which foretells you success and good luck. On the other hand, losing a game with dices foretells misfortune and failure of hopes; Cleromancy is the practice of throwing dice for fortune telling and divination.
I was going to make this Remus/Tonks, but I just did a “first kiss” fic for the last prompt, so I went another route. Close enough to R/T…right?
It seems I managed to use allusion without even trying. Hope you catch the hints!
Gryffindor Tower- May 2016
“What are you doing?” a formidable voice rang out, echoing off the circular walls of the common room.
The crowd of 7th year boys huddled around the hearthrug all looked up guiltily. “Er…” stuttered Michael Woods, looking around for help.
“Cleromancy,” Teddy Lupin supplied smoothly, rolling the dice around in his hand. “We’re helping Jack revise for his Divination NEWT.”
“Oh…yeah, we are!” Michael said, looking relieved. “Helping Jack revise that is! Right you are, Ted!”
The other three boys nodded their hasty agreement and Victoire Weasley’s eyes narrowed in suspicion. But Teddy smiled charmingly at her. She could never resist one of his smiles and found herself smiling back.
Ever since they were children growing up together, Teddy had always been able to mesmerize her with that lopsided smile of his that he had inherited from his father. More so than she was able to mesmerize him with her one-eighth veela allure.
Victoire shook her head, clearing it. Now was not the time to be enchanted by Teddy. She had strict instructions from her grandmother, his grandmother, and her Uncle Harry, his godfather, to make sure that he was revising for his NEWTs, which were next month, and not skiving off…like usual.
“Teddy Lupin, that is a blatant lie!” she told him, eyeing the dice in his hand. Her glasses and Prefect badge sparkled with the reflection of roaring flames as she approached the fireplace. “Are you gambling?”
His bright blue eyes, also inherited from his father, widened in surprise. He scrambled to his feet and stood in front of her. “Torie,” Teddy used her childhood nickname in a taken aback tone, “how do you even know about…?”
“Oh for Merlin’s sake, I’m nearly 17 years old. I know what gambling is! You’re not betting money are you?” She threw her strawberry blonde ponytail back, rolling her eyes as Michael, and half the male population of the common room, sighed.
“No!” Teddy yelped as his other dorm mates began to snicker. “No…not money.”
“But you are gambling?” she persisted.
“Er…”
“Teddy!” She whacked him on the arm. Blushing slightly as the whole common room laughed at what was now a commonplace scene between them, she continued in a quieter tone, “Sorry. Mustn’t lose that… reputation you’ve built up by being seen with your childhood friend now, correct?”
“Aw, Torie, come off it!” Teddy ran a hand through his turquoise hair, mussing it slightly. “I’m not gambling. I am helping Jack revise. Cleromancy is the practice of throwing di-"
“I know what it is, Teddy,” Victoire cut across him, “I take Divination, remember? But you don’t. So why are you helping Jack?”
“Jack is my mate. He asked for help, so I’m going to help him.” His eyes hardened. Teddy was a very honourable man, loyal to his friends, just as his mother had been. And she had just basically impugned his honour. In a stiff tone, he continued, “I have a whole month left to revise, not that I really need too. You know it comes naturally to me. But go put that in your letters to my grandmother, Aunt Molly, and Harry. And now…if you don’t mind…we were revising before your interruption.” He turned his back on her and crouched down back in front of the fireplace.
“Teddy, I’m sorry,” she said softly, keenly aware of the reigning silence in the common room. “It’s just that you’re supposed to be revising for your own NEWTs…”
“Ted, it’s all right,” Jack said, his voice carrying loudly. “She’s only doing what your family told her to do. It shows she loves you.” The common room went from silent to buzzing loudly all of a sudden. A few of Victoire’s classmates wolf whistled, causing her to blush. But she ignored them, noting instead that Teddy’s cheeks also had gone red even though he was kneeling in front of the fire. Jack looked distressed as he stuttered out an explanation, “Er…you know…like a sister…childhood friend…Um…”
Teddy shot him a dark look, and then muttered, “Give it up, Jordan.”
“Right … Sorry …” Jack muttered, and then lapsed into an uncharacteristic silence.
Victoire wasn’t sure what to do next.
She and Teddy had been inseparable as children since she was only 13 months younger than him. But, starting last year, their relationship had begun to become more and more strained.
It happened when Teddy had started dating. Victoire had no idea why she had reacted so violently to seeing him snogging another girl in the Great Hall. Until a letter from her mother arrived in the post and explained it all: her feelings towards him were not platonic anymore.
So, Victoire had panicked slightly. On one hand, she didn’t want to lose her childhood friend. On the other, she wanted to be more than friends. However, Victoire was sure that he hadn’t noticed and only saw her as an unofficial younger sibling…his childhood friend…and nothing more.
Hence, the impasse.
She didn’t realise that she had stood there staring at him until Teddy looked up at her and asked, “Was there anything else, Torie?”
“Oh! Er…no…sorry!” She felt her ears turning red from embarrassment. So, she pivoted gracefully on her heel and took off towards the portrait hole.
Victoire made it out the common room and into the closest classroom before she burst into tears. She hated this! She was madly in love with Teddy and he had no idea. Victoire hoisted herself onto one of the desks near the window and stared out over the grounds, tears streaming down her cheeks.
“Torie?”
She started. So wrapped up in her inner turmoil, Victoire hadn’t heard Teddy enter the classroom. “Hi,” she said, scrubbing at her cheeks with her robes.
“You all right?” he asked, looking concerned.
“Of course!” she told him brightly as she put her glasses back on.
“You’re crying.” He hopped up on the desk next to her, his shoulders brushing against hers. He wiped the last of the tears away with the pad of his thumb.
“Oh…don’t mind them. It’s…a girl thing. You know?”
“No,” Teddy said. “I don’t. Why don’t you explain?”
“It’s nothing,” Victoire told him.
But Teddy had inherited his mother’s stubbornness. “No…it’s not “nothing”, Torie. We’ve been…out of sorts for over a year now. We haven’t been us. What is it?”
She felt her ears reddening again. So, he had noticed. What to do now?
“Torie, help me out here. I know something’s wrong, I just don’t know what.”
Victoire took a deep breath and exhaled. He nudged her with his shoulder, so she finally asked, “You really want to know?”
“Yes!” Concern shone in his blue eyes. “Are you okay?”
“Yes…no. Not really.” She took another breath. “Okay…you noticed that, just over a year ago, it changed.”
“Yeah.”
“What happened around that time?”
“Um…” Victoire could tell Teddy was thinking on it. He then said, “I started dating Sarah. But why would that ch- Oh…”
“Exactly.”
“Torie, why didn’t you say anything?” He wrapped an arm around her, pulling her into a hug.
“Well, you know…” she said, her voice muffled by his jumper. “I thought you just saw me as, you know, Torie…your childhood friend…the unofficial sister…and just that. I didn’t think you saw me as a girl.”
Teddy started laughing. “Victoire Marie Weasley,” he wheezed out between. “Do you think I’m blind?”
“I beg your pardon!” She looked at him in askance.
“You don’t think I’ve not noticed how beautiful you’ve become?”
“Oh…”
“And trust me; I know you’re not my sister.”
“Oh…”
“Why do you think Sarah and I broke up? Wait...Let me put it this way. Know what Jack and I were wagering over?” Teddy asked.
“You were gambling!”
He ignored her indignant tone. “I was helping him revise. Then, Jack and Michael dared me to roll. The bet was if I didn’t roll a seven I had to come clean with you.”
“Come clean with me?” Hope blossomed in her.
“About being in love with you. I rolled a six. Now, normally, losing foretells misfo-”
“Edward Remus Lupin!” she shrieked. “That’s why you told me!? You lost a bet!? That’s-”
Teddy silenced Victoire’s protests with a kiss.
A few minutes later, he told her, “Sorry…I lost my nerve. Didn’t mean to just blurt it out like that.”
“It’s okay,” Victoire whispered. “Why don’t we try it again?”
Teddy grinned. Hopping down off his desk, he stood in front of her. Arms spread wide; he announced loudly, “I, Teddy Lupin, am madly in love with you, Torie Weasley.” She threw her head back and laughed. He pulled her into a hug and whispered in her ear, “Now, your turn.”
Victoire felt her ears turning red again. “Teddy Lupin, I absolutely love you.” He grinned broadly. “And I think six is my favourite number now.”
“Mine too,” Teddy agreed.
And then he leaned in for another kiss.