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"under the circumstances, i think i ought to get a fucking academy award for how natural i’m acting."

Ted found himself walking with Dorcas out of the Great Hall after dinner one evening, the two of them casually talking about their annoyance with Slughorn’s incessant favoritism over his students. He claimed that he didn’t really mind the professor’s incredible focus on the few students that showed some sort of potential in his ridiculously difficult class, which in turn drew the focus away from his horrendous potions skills. But, it did tug on Ted’s nerves when he saw the rotund man doing a mix of waddling and jogging through the corridors to give exuberantly loud praises of approval to those same students in the realm of the public student eye.

"I mean, this bloke really has absolutely no sense of boundaries. For one, I feel terrible for the student that he’s singling out because that just has to be incredibly embarrassing on its own. But on top of that, his enormous width definitely takes up half of the corridor, which is quite an inconvenience if you ask me."

He grinned as he watched Dorcas laugh, feeling some sense of worth in making another happy. But, the pair did not seem to notice the two suspiciously large cauldrons that Evan Rosier and his cronies were carrying directly towards the two. As Ted looked up, noticing the advancing figures in front of him, he barely got out the words, “Blood he-” before both cauldrons were dumped on the Hufflepuff, obscuring his robes in a thick, tarry liquid. 

"There you go, mudblood. Now everyone can finally see the true colors of that lie under your skin," Rosier spat at him, giving Ted a contemptuous glare before he stormed off, cackling with his fellow Slytherins.

Ted did not say a word back to Dorcas, even with her insistent behavior and tugging of his soiled robes, asking if he was alright. Gasps and muffled exchanges emerged from the small crowd behind them of students that witnessed the crime, but Ted could not make himself turn around to face them. Instead, he balled up his dirtied fists that were shaking slightly and continued to walk on, ignoring the tar that was dripping into his eyes and the world around him.

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"… How delightful. Yes, do go on sympathising with the Squib—Salazar knows nobody else will. Hufflepuffs.”

Raising one eyebrow to the Slytherin, Ted said in a surprisingly hostile voice, "You've got a problem with me being a Hufflepuff, Avery? Because last time I checked, I've definitely got both my bollocks while you seem to have lost yours considering the lowness of those emasculating remarks."

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Talking about comics with him was fun, even though she was avoiding being specific. Maybe once she was sure that he wouldn’t tell anyone, she would let him know about the comics she had hidden in her trunk. “No, I only like comic books. Is there anything more interesting?” Doe joked, “I read a lot and when I’m home I watch a lot of sci fi movies and shows with my dad. I really love star wars.” She had given up hiding her love for sci fi a long time ago. Admitting it to people was hard but it was easier than having to act uninterested in something that she actually adored.

Ted couldn't help but widen his eyes in apprehension at the girl's interest into a topic he adored so much. He was a complete muggle nerd when it came to that sort of thing and it had been an obvious trait for him, even as a young child. He would get pushed down a lot in preschool whenever he carried around his superhero lunchbox, but occasionally, the bullies would topple over themselves as if they got punched by an invisible person. But of course, it would only happen if they angered Ted too much. "That's brilliant, it's always so nice to see a fellow sci-fi lover around these parts. I really wish Hogwarts let students dress up for Halloween like they do in the muggle world, for I'd definitely rock a Han Solo vest if the opportunity came up."

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Emmeline nudged the older boy, her smile now wider on her face. “—C’mon, I won’t forget. But in the unlikely chance that I will, you won’t let me freeze to death, would you?” She looked back to the type writer and smiled a little softer then, after finding out she was a witch, her relationship with her father was, at best, strained. As the years went on it was like a roller coaster for the two but with the war going on, she had been writing at least once a week to him and during break it wasn’t so bad and he got her the one thing she wanted since she was probably five years old. She turned her head as Ted began to speak and realized she had no idea what a ‘platen’ was and slid it to him. “Show me your mystical ways.”

Ted playfully tapped his finger to his chin, in mock contemplation and said, "I'm not so sure I would just let you off the hook like that so easily. Get back to me on that one." Letting down his joking apparatus at her inclination of interest in his behavior, he sat down next to the girl and crossed his legs. Arching his back so that his face and hands were closer to the little contraption, he slid a piece of paper into its appropriate placement and began to type. "You see now, when you type, the platen moves with every letter punched in the parchment. But, it eventually has to reach an end because of the small width of your paper. So, when it's done, it chimes and you just slide it back to place, like this!" At that very moment, the typewriter sounded and Ted pushed the platen back into its original place, letting the two compartments click back together. Smiling, he unrolled the parchment and handed it over to Emmeline with what he had typed as a demonstration, which were admittedly a string of random, muggle words.

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     Sirius turned his head and looked at the other boy. “Interesting choice of words,” he commented, a hint of curiosity in his tone. It was partially due to the fact that he too would do pretty much anything to get out of that class right then, but mostly due to the fact that he wanted to see what Ted would do exactly. “What would you do to get out of here?” Because if the idea was plausible then the teen would be more than happy to try it out. After all, when did he become one to pass up on a little adventure?

Ted put his index finger's knuckle in his mouth and bit it softly, contemplating what would be the possible outcome of this inevitably reckless idea. It wasn't entirely like the Hufflepuff to act vivaciously against the disciplinary directives of the school, but then again, the school wasn't being very disciplinary in their actions as of recently. Feeling a bit of a rush to his head at the very thought of breaking the rules, Ted began to whisper back to the boy's offer. "Just about anything, really. Maybe, possibly add a little fire to Gwenog's hair?" he said in an undertone, a grin slowly began to spread on his lips.

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                    TARANTINO FILM QUOTES MEME. 

         warning;; some of the content may be nsfw & politically incorrect.

"if you any of you sons of bitches have got anything else to say, now’s your fucking time." 

"you’re acting like a first year fucking thief. i’m acting like a professional." 

"listen kid, i’m not ‘gonna bullshit you, alright?" 

"i may be a bastard. but i’m not a fucking bastard."

"thought that was pretty fucking funny, didn’t you?" 

"all you can do is pray for a quick death, which you ‘aint ‘gonna get." 

"you had my curiosity. but now you have my attention." 

"you silver tongue devil you."

"i’m american, honey. our names don’t mean shit."

"that woman deserves revenge. and we deserve to die."

"wiggle your big toe."

"do you find me sadistic?"

"i’m ‘gonna give you a little something you can’t take off."

"say ‘what’ again. i dare ya. i double dare you, motherfucker."

"leave the limbs you’ve lost. they belong to me now." 

"and what do i owe this dubious pleasure?" 

"you are all in my cool book." 

"is she dead? yes or no."

"i’m the anti christ. you got me a vendetta kinda mood."

"are you gonna bark all day, dog? or are you gonna bite." 

"i will never forgive your ass for this." 

"you have every right to ‘wanna get even." 

"it ‘aint suicide if you’re already dead." 

"have you ever given a foot massage?" 

"hate to shatter your ego, but this ‘aint the first time i’ve had a gun pointed at me." 

"word of advice, shit head. don’t you ever wake up."

"you don’t owe her shit." 

"wakey, wakey… eggs and bakey." 

"i called him a miserable old fool." 

"was that a fucking set up or what?" 

"you serve the tea. i’m watching my soaps." 

"when are you ‘gonna learn that microwave food’ll kill you faster than a bullet?" 

"well, ‘aint you so sweet, you make sugar taste just like salt." 

"i’m gonna ask you questions. and every time you don’t give me answers, i’m going to cut something off." 

"under the circumstances, i think i ought to get a fucking academy award for how natural i’m acting." 

"a dogs got personality. personality goes a long way." 

"i haven’t killed anybody since 1984." 

"pride only hurts. it never helps." 

"now the first time you kill somebody, that’s the hardest." 

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"I dunno mate, Filch is probably having that spasm because I think someone hexed all of Mrs. Norris' hair off and dyed her skin purple. Poor fellow, even though it's a bit dodgy that he loves that cat so much."

"What the fuck is he doing?”

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4: Marlene, Alice, Dorcas xx

4. Adopt, be adopted by, marry

I’d have to adopt Alice for the sole reason that she’s practically my sister already. I mean, there must’ve been some family records that were burned down the road because she’s too bloody similar to me. Is it possible to adopt someone as a sibling?

As for being adopted by someone, I’ll have to choose Marlene because I’d love to wreck havoc in her household, and she couldn’t do much to retaliate since I’d be her child. Merlin, try to imagine me calling Marl my mum.Lastly, that leaves Dorcas to marry. But, I’m not complaining too much about that for she’s a perfectly sweet and sensible girl and we already get along. My wife liking comic books is already a plus for me.

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Ted had his head in between the hands of his propped up elbows in an attempt to prevent himself from laying down on the table and straight up falling asleep. He needed to study for a History of Magic exam the next day, but he physically found himself incapable of doing so. But his eyes, that were half-shut initially, perked up at the rumble of a voice next to him, sharing an equal disdain of their bleak study hall. Turning his head towards Sirius, he sighed, "I agree, mate. What I would do to just get out of this place." Even though he didn't know the boy too well, their understanding of the dullness they found themselves in together was mutually applicable. 

     It took everything he had to keep his head up during the study period. He was tired, bored, and itching to be anywhere but in that room. The days he had off did little to increase his desire to be in the classroom and attention span. Rubbing his eyes and bridge of his nose, the teen muttered to no one in particular, “I feel like if I sit here any longer I might die.”

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Shine

It had been an especially fun night for the pair of wizards, roaming the halls and talking about nothing in particular with a box of Bertie Bott’s Every Flavour Beans between the two of them. Ted had laughed incredibly hard at the scrunched up face she had made when she received a liver one, saying between breaths, “Now come on ‘Dromeda, what were you expecting when you picked up that grisly gray-brown colored bean? Bubblegum?” But in return, she snorted when he began to gag at a Rotten Egg flavoured one. Spitting it behind a lone suit of armor, he wiped his tongue with his sleeve while muttering, “Never again…”

Ted enjoyed casual nights like these with Andy, when they could relieve themselves from the stress of school work and the burden of their opposite houses. It was always so hard for them to hang out together during the normal school hours, for their class schedules, besides one class together, were in completely different parts of the castle, as well as Ted feeling uncomfortable with the stares the other two Black sisters gave him whenever he tried to approach Andromeda in the Great Hall. He truly treasured nights like these.

Watching the little Slytherin girl wipe one of her eyes with her index finger from laughing too much, he grinned as she reached for the box he was holding, her fingers just grazing his as she picked up a red bean. Right after their contact, a faint glow emanated from the boys fingers. Taking a sharp intake of breath, knowing exactly what the sign meant, he dropped the box in astonishment, an assortment of colours scattering on the stone floor. Taking a step back, Ted hurriedly whispered to the girl, “I’m… I’m so sorry. I have to… go. I have to go right now.” Feeling incredibly guilty for leaving the girl he adorned without a single explanation, he turned around and ran down the corridor back to his dorm, his eyes beginning to brim with tears at the inevitability of the circumstance.

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"Oh, so you’re a muggle." Liz quirked her head and smiled warmly to him. "Will you show me that comic thingy?"

Biting his lip, Ted said waveringly, "Well, not exactly. I'm muggle born, but not necessarily a muggle. Still a wizard, and quite proud of it." Perking up at the mention of his comics, he reached into his rucksack and said, "Sure thing, I actually have one of my X-Men ones right here."

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Emmeline quickly grabbed ahold of the scarf and shrugged with a small smile dancing along her face, “It was slightly warmer this morning, I could feel the sun but I suppose it decided to hide away.” She wrapped the scarf around her gratefully and nudged the boy just a bit. “Well, you might know what it is, but my ‘papa sent my typewriter here! I wasn’t sure if I should have brought it or not but he got it for me for Christmas and whats the point in having it if it’s at home all the time, yeah?”

Ted gave an exaggerated, exasperated sigh mockingly at the explanation of her unpreparedness. "I'll let it fly this time, Vance. But lemme tell you, next time you're cold, you won't be receiving any scarves of mine." The Hufflepuff boy's face changed from one of faked contempt to one of interest at the mention of a typewriter. His mother had one back at his house in London that she would use to type up a novel she had been writing for years for herself and he would always hear the clicking of the keys during the late hours of the night. Giving her a smile that was one of nostalgia, he said, "I definitely agree. Let's check it out, maybe I could help you with a few things. Like sliding the platen after every line you type."

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"As long as there’s no one more attractive than you that wants the same part." She teased. Dorcas couldn’t help but listen intently as he went on about comic books. It was so hard not to get really excited but it was the one thing that she geeked out about that she didn’t tell everyone about. They were just so cool, to imagine a world where people could have these crazy powers. Sure, magic was awesome but some people could do crazy things with their powers. "I like the girl, the one the turns invisible?" She tried to sound clueless and it was painful. "You’re very welcome."

Ted smiled at the mention of the Invisible Woman, recognizing that even though she wasn't too specific about her knowledge of the comic, her liking to it made him happy. He always loved when he shared interests with other people; it gave him a sense of attainability to the person somewhat emotionally, and any connection like that was one that he kept close to him. "Sue's pretty awesome, I would have to agree. But do you have any other interests? Besides basking in the revelry of comic books like I do, of course," he asked, raising an eyebrow at her jokingly. 

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Shine

Ted and Dorcas were seated near the back of the Potions room for a special class that Slughorn decided to impose on them, which was mainly him just bragging about his most valuable “Slug Club” members. Potions was by far Ted’s worst subject, so he didn’t mind whatsoever that they would just spend the period watching Amelia Bones fish out incredibly complicated recipes in the matter of minutes. He looked over the tops of the heads that belonged to the rest of the class to see if Slughorn was paying attention to the crowd, which of course, he was not. Bending down and rummaging in his rucksack, Ted quietly pulled out one of his favorite Captain America comic books while Amelia was spitting out potion instructions as if her life depended on it.

"I know you’ll love this one Dor, there’s a pretty barmy battle scene between Baron Strucker and Captain America that I know only you would appreciate."

Grinning, he handed her the soft pages of his graphic novel to the Ravenclaw seated next to him, their knuckles brushing up with the exchange. As Ted watched the girl’s eyes widen in excitement, he couldn’t help but notice a glimmer of light in his peripheral vision. Turning his head, he realized that the top of his hand was the one giving off the ethereal glow.

Quickly, he put his hand in his pocket, turning his attention back to Dorcas who was whispering about the front cover art. Nodding blankly, the boy couldn’t meet her eyes as she continued to speak, just not understanding the meaning of the glowing sensation. He did not want to believe that the perfectly innocent girl seated just right next to him would have the capability to perform the darkest of deeds…  Yet alone to him. He even considered them to be close friends, but this act made the boy think. Had he done something to offend her? Would he make a mistake in his future? What was the reason behind all the malignity?

"Ted, did you even hear what I just said?"

Blinking a few times and shaking his head, Ted cleared his throat, attempting to get situated back in reality. “Sorry there Dor, guess my mind drifted. But I promise it won’t happen again, for the sake of Marvel comics.” Still refusing to make eye contact with the girl, he added a sheepish smile to his face so that she wouldn’t be suspicious of his demeanor. Knowing of the premonition of his hand, he knew he would have to be a lot more observant and careful around the doe eyed girl.

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"Captain America? It’s the muggle thing, right? Comic book? Sounds interesting."

"Probably the most muggle thing you could ever imagine," the boy said a bit cheekily, laughing at his mannerism. "I mean, the pictures don't move, which has surprised most of the people I've shown. Yet, when I first saw that the pictures moved in The Daily Prophet, I nearly fainted."