Never a Dull Moment with Ted
Oh, my darling Theodore...
Some days, I don't know whether to laugh or cry. And it's not just the hormones.
Last night's outing was hilarious humiliating ill-advised interesting. What I thought was meant to be a romantic tete-a-tete turned into an unmitigated brouhaha. I have never seen so many drunk Hufflepuffs in one place... and the Gryffs.. and, really everyone. There is something very depressing about being the only sober person in a room full of drunk and singing idiots people of whom one is fond.
Of course, most of the music was completely lost on me, except for ABBA, which Ted has played for me before, and I love. And the funny little short pants were very amusing. Ted wanted to squeeze me into some kind of dress called a dreidel, or something like that, but it appeared to pinch quite tightly at the waist, which wouldn't be good for the baby. Also, I suspect he mainly wanted me to put it on because it is ill-equipped to hold the upper portion of the female anatomy.
Of course, I saw bloody interfering Prudence approaching, along with the Heads of House, but what was I to do? I couldn't very well waddle over to an inebriated Ted and disapparate with him before anyone saw us.. and we wouldn't be able to get back to campus anyway. So, I stood by my man and took my lumps. I suppose it doesn't matter. It's not like they can get me into any more trouble with my family.
I was worried that we would miss our meeting this morning with Dumbledore, which was exceedingly important, but Ted fixed that, so it's all right. He felt absolutely wretched this morning, the poor boy, but really, it serves him right. I don't feel that he explained our case to Dumbledore particularly eloquently (particulary when he had to keep excusing himself to vomit), but I do believe we managed to get the point across and Dumbledore has agreed to help us, which is really very good of him, considering we were asking a favour while both being in quite a spot of trouble.
Now, to choose the secret-keeper trusted friend idiot who will risk their life for us person who owes us something BIG er... subject of our discussion... Ted and I naturally have differing views on that matter.
At least we've worked out a place to live.. or, at least to hide.
Some days, I don't know whether to laugh or cry. And it's not just the hormones.
Last night's outing was hilarious humiliating ill-advised interesting. What I thought was meant to be a romantic tete-a-tete turned into an unmitigated brouhaha. I have never seen so many drunk Hufflepuffs in one place... and the Gryffs.. and, really everyone. There is something very depressing about being the only sober person in a room full of drunk and singing idiots people of whom one is fond.
Of course, most of the music was completely lost on me, except for ABBA, which Ted has played for me before, and I love. And the funny little short pants were very amusing. Ted wanted to squeeze me into some kind of dress called a dreidel, or something like that, but it appeared to pinch quite tightly at the waist, which wouldn't be good for the baby. Also, I suspect he mainly wanted me to put it on because it is ill-equipped to hold the upper portion of the female anatomy.
Of course, I saw bloody interfering Prudence approaching, along with the Heads of House, but what was I to do? I couldn't very well waddle over to an inebriated Ted and disapparate with him before anyone saw us.. and we wouldn't be able to get back to campus anyway. So, I stood by my man and took my lumps. I suppose it doesn't matter. It's not like they can get me into any more trouble with my family.
I was worried that we would miss our meeting this morning with Dumbledore, which was exceedingly important, but Ted fixed that, so it's all right. He felt absolutely wretched this morning, the poor boy, but really, it serves him right. I don't feel that he explained our case to Dumbledore particularly eloquently (particulary when he had to keep excusing himself to vomit), but I do believe we managed to get the point across and Dumbledore has agreed to help us, which is really very good of him, considering we were asking a favour while both being in quite a spot of trouble.
Now, to choose the secret-keeper trusted friend idiot who will risk their life for us person who owes us something BIG er... subject of our discussion... Ted and I naturally have differing views on that matter.
At least we've worked out a place to live.. or, at least to hide.