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&. ) pandolliv:

    their movemetns were definitely something unique on the dance floor, but pandora hardly noticed the odd looks they were receiving from the slytherin couple next to them. she twirled under his lead with a bright smile, her eyebrows shooting up at the mention of something she had in fact never heard of – “ huh ? a plague of dancing ? how could there be a plague of something so… not- plague ?! ” she laughed, not knowing exactly how to phrase it, but sure he got her point – he seemed to be in tune to her odd train of thought naturally, something she appreciated.

“ yes ! ” tilden replied, slightly raising his voice as the smile on his face widened. in fact, a chuckle even left his lips at pandora’s words. at this point, tilden was used to his personality drawing far too much attention, grand part of which wasn’t necessarily positive or pleasant. having someone whose way of thinking was just as careless erratic was not only refreshing, but also ever so welcomed. “ turns out... that one day, four hundred people got up and started dancing nonstop. it went on for days. ” 

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&. ) rosarioiisms:

            honestly, the only thing holding her back is her STUPID p r i d e- tilden is one of her best friends, she should be able to just tell him that she couldn’t afford a dress. but she just can’t. so instead, she just gives him a little shoulder movement that’s supposed to be a shrug, “it just seems like too big of a deal, I suppose. plus, I was g o i n g to go home to be with my family.” she’s not TOO sure what sort of dance they’re doing (and the pair is getting a few stares from the couples around them), but tilden is SMILING and she wants him to be happy, so she’s rolling with it. 

          “it’s been pretty uneventful so far- you’re the first person who’s asked me to dance, so I’ve mostly just been by the food.” she jokes, mood lifting a bit, “how’s the night been going for you? danced with anyone s p e c i a l yet?”

tilden decided to go with the first answer he immediately thought of: “ my parents were also very adamant about me going home for the holidays, but all it took to convince them was for me to send them a howler explaining everything.  i’m pretty sure your family will understand, ” a reassuring smile was sent reyna’s way.  “ am i really the first one ? well, that makes the honor larger, isn’t it ? ” he asked, lightly raising both eyebrows. “ what about the punch? is it actually spiked ? ” 

“ it’s been wonderful ” he said, the smile lingering. his tone, however, let it be known that there was more feeling to the three sounds he’d expressed. “ not YET. i can’t seem to find ( him ) among all these people. ”

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( since where i come from, ‘congrats’ works for every holiday ) CONGRATULATIONS, EVERYONE!!! i hope you have a great time celebrating in whatever way you desire, eat lots of great food, and overall have fun! n_n

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tilden’s feet were, at this point, comfortably numb from the previous dances. he’d guessed that his eyes would’ve taken in the great hall’s beauty and appeal on their entirety, but truth was, that he was surprised by another magnificent detail or sight every few seconds ---- eventually, the sensation that he was living in a picture became permanent. he’d grown up in a household full of magic and nature, where spectacles were not rare, but no display would have prepared him for what he’d have the 𝒉𝒐𝒏𝒐𝒓 to witness during the winter ball.  

       he’d already danced with  REYNA, who’d been slightly hesitant at first, and PANDORA , who was just as eccentric and careless as he was, and whose company tilden had found refreshing and enjoyable. still, he found his hands fidgeting constantly due to the absence of someone -------- PETER.  it certainly didn’t aid tilden spot the other that every couple of moments, his view would become blocked by the twirling gowns and the other figures in motion.( ‘ let him be ’ ) tilden told himself, ( ‘ he’s surely dancing with someone else; don’t ruin the night ’ ).

  what was it about peter pettigrew that always drew tilden in ? it wasn’t new, it ws a feeling that had become a part of him after so many years --------- it’d been his KINDNESS. tilden could perfectly remember his first day at hogwarts; the awe that had flooded him the first time he entered the great hall, the first time he’d attended charms class. it was unlike anything the young boy with stars in his eyes had ever seen. that is, until peter arrived with a flower in his hands. everything else became eclipsed by the golden warmth radiated by the gryffindor. there was nothing as magical as the purity of peter pettigrew and his soul.

     as soon as the inopportune voice that resided in the back of his head threatened to make its appearance, tilden’s hands had gotten ahold of a cup containing a crimson liquid ; WINE , certainly, liquid which he’d consumed rather quickly. the blond found comfort in its 𝓼𝔀𝓮𝓮𝓽𝓷𝓮𝓼𝓼, as well as its ability to more or less make his thoughts fall silent & allow him to marvel at the view. that is, until a murmur made its way through the students’ laughter and the waltz and into his ears, and he almost found himself spitting his drink. 

      “ peter ! ” it wasn’t an upset tone that garnished his words, but more of a [ AMAZED ], happy one. and suddenly, like it’d been the first ime, the surroundings became dull, grey, BORING to an extreme, for tilden found himself at the most beautiful part of the picture. “ merlin ! it’s great to see you, i---- you look stunning yourself ! ” his gaze rested on peter’s tie, sending a corners of tilden’s lips upwards. “ that’s a lovely tie. ”

      “ dance with you ? ” he paused, ignoring peter’s first question completely. tilden’s smile widened, just as eagerness spread across him. without even awaiting for a reaction, he’d already grabbed peter’s soft hand and interwined his fingers with his. “ it’d be a PLEASURE. ”

          the vast SEA OF MASKS was of little consequence. { whenever, wherever } and in spite of how hard peter found himself trying to fight against it ; the gryffindor’s eyes always seemed to search for & FIND tilden toots —— even when his figure was shrouded ; hidden within the midst of a considerable, castle-sized crowd. perhaps it was the boy’s WARMTH that beckoned like a beacon ; peter’s heart drawn to tilden’s light like COLD HANDS to a fire —— but regardless of the reason the fact still remained : peter would always find tilden. he always had ; and some part of him simply knew that he always would.  

          in all honesty, this attraction of peter’s was something that the lion FOUGHT AGAINST, tooth & nail. peter’s parents ; the people who should have loved him most —— had been cruel, abusive, and negligent, and so the boy had grown up believing that LOVE was the taste of BLOOD in your mouth ; tears cried in terror ; bruises, wounds, pain. all these years later, this understanding of love HAUNTED peter & stood, stalwart, between himself and tilden —— the lion trying to { d i s t a n c e } himself from the sunshine soul, not wanting to darken his sky with the ghosts of his past. BUT THERE TILDEN STOOD : just a few footsteps away, alone. with TED absent, dancing with poppy ; there was no one here to remind peter that he had VOWED to stay away. 

          ” you look incredible, tilden. ” came peter’s soft words, gaze gentle as he approached tilden’s side ( he was FALLING, FALLING, FALLING! oh, how tilden made peter’s heart ache ). “ are you … here alone ? did you —— … maybe want to dance ? ” ALL REASON AND LOGIC had fallen to pieces ; and though peter knew he’d regret everything from this moment on in the morning, for now, nothing seemed more RIGHT than asking tilden to dance. there was nothing peter wanted more. 

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ＴＩＬＤＥＮ ＴＯＯＴＳ ＆ ＰＥＴＥＲ ＰＥＴＴＩＧＲＥＷ —  ＭＯＯＤＢＯＡＲＤ ！

            PETER — [ ALL REASON AND LOGIC had fallen to pieces ; and though peter knew he’d regret everything from this moment on in the morning, for now, nothing seemed more RIGHT than asking tilden to dance. there was nothing peter wanted more. 

          TILDEN — [ he wasn’t BROKEN – not to him.  ]

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okay but like

rogue one BROKE me

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&. ) rosarioiisms:

There’s a visible relaxation as she recognizes Tilden’s voice, fighting a smile as she jokingly smacks his shoulder, “But Til, I thought I was your one true love.” she complains, but her efforts to remain angry go to waste as she caves, a grin spreading across her lips in reply, “Sorry Til, I didn’t recognize you for a moment. You know, masks and all. Though you do look handsome as always.” she teases, allowing him to lead her to the dance floor, “But in my defense, I wasn’t even going to come in the first place- You can blame Ted Tonks for my presence. Well, if you, and your toes, are sure…” she places a hand on his shoulder.

“ shhh, you’ll give my identity away,” as he spoke, he purposely lifted his mask a little and put his index finger against his lips.  “��that’s mostly the point of the masks, isn’t it, rey ? the compliment’s appreciated, though. ” 

      “ if you don’t mind me saying, you look great yourself. why wouldn’t you want to come ? ” his eyebrows furrowed lightly as he began moving to the song’s beat. not a fan of waltzing, tilden’s movements were notably more relaxed and fluid than the other couples’. “ the point is, you’re here, and i’m GLAD. .  . how’s the night going for you so far ? ”

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“ no, i was actually talking to the girl in the pink dress that’s standing behind you, ” tilden said, keeping a deadpan expression (for about two seconds) until resisting became impossible and a grin spread across his lips. “ yes, YOU ! ” he said, gently grabbing her hand and walking up to the dancefloor. “ not wearing a jacket when it’s cold is not a really good idea, same as coming to a [  BALL ] when you don’t want to dance. ”

      “ i don’t mind you stepping on my toes, actually, so i’ll take the risk, ” he smiled as he placed his hand on the ravenclaw’s waist. 

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“Who, me?” she questions, voice colored with surprise. She had expected to just give Teddy his one dance and then spend the rest of the night sitting with her drink- getting asked hadn’t ever even crossed her mind. “That’s not really a good idea- there’s a nintey-nine percent chance I’m going to step on your toes, and I don’t know if you ought to risk it.”

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&. ) pandolliv:

       she couldn’t help the infectious smile spreading across her face, nodding with a laugh. “sure, if you’re ready to trip a bit." 

          pandora was never one to mind much of what others thought, nor one to think before doing, but nevertheless she tugged on his sleeve and got them both out onto the ballroom floor. she had seen pixies dance in forests, seen elegant silk twirl to songs at every pureblood event her parents took her to, watched as birds flew together through the air gracefully back in Wales; yet, she dismissed all of that as she started dancing like a baby deer on ice with tilden. "i feel this would be more fun that dancing like a metal rod is in your back!”

“ me ? i’m-- ! ” he, however, had no time to finish his response as he went on to follow pandora. her cheerfulness was most definitely appreciated. indeed, every other couple swayed in a rather stiff demeanor, while the blonde moved in a far more relaxed, certainly more comical way. it was only a matter of time before tilden began copying pandora’s movements, laughing once more. “ i know ! where’s the fun in being so tense when dancing ? ” as he spoke, he took the blonde’s hand and had her twirl. “ by the way ---- have you ever heard of the dancing plague of 1518 ? ” 

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&. ) pandolliv:

she looked up at him, granted she wasn’t the tallest, with a bright smile. the compliment made her eyes light up in gratitude, her hands subconsciously running over the blue fabric of her dress’ bodice, and pandora looked down at his own outfit with a nod. 

                “thank you, but you look dashing yourself. the mask really brings out your eyes,” she joked. of all the themes for the winter ball they could have chosen, she was glad they went with masquerade – she loved the mystery of it, the intricacy of each design on everyone’s faces, the beauty of the ball gowns and dress robes swirling around the tinsel-lit room. it reminded her of a painting.

“ thanks, ” tilden replied, warmth speading across his features resting under the mask, sending the corners of his lips upwards to form a grin. afterwards, her joke caused him to ( almost ) burst out laughing. 

   it was then when he finally took the time to take in every detail of the great hall. the christmas decorations they set up every year never failed to impress him, but this year, he was beyond astonished. the sight succeeded at making eagerness take full control of him. “ ready to dance your feet off ? ”

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    ❉   WINTER’S BALL 

                                ft. 

                                             tilden toots

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tilden’s hands moved clumsily behind his head, trying to tie the knot that would allegedly keep his mask in place. his suit gave the appearance that it’d been custom made, when in reality, it belonged to one of the gudgeon siblings, to whom tilden had given extra ingredients for a potion in exchange for it. just as he managed to keep the bauta mask from falling, he felt a slight push. tilden turned around immediately, smiling sympathetically ( that is, before he remembered none of his gestures and expression were to be seen given the mask covering his face.)

      “ don’t worry, no one got hurt, ” he said, lightly waving his hands. “ your dress looks amazing, by the way. ”

   The Great Hall looked absolutely stunning, every shiny silver piece of tinsel catching Pandora’s eye as she entered the grand doors, her gaze lit in excitement. She loved parties, and the melodic sound of the orchestra playing at the side made her want to twirl in delight. Everything was just so vibrant! Whilst not paying much mind to where she was stepping in her gown, she had ran right into someone’s back before noticing which direction she was even headed. “– Oh, sorry! I wasn’t paying much mind to where I was going.”

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i’m honestly feeling like that blurry mr. krabs meme because a) tilden is going to gave to go stag in the end (which is pretty funny now that i think about it, and it lets me use all ‘single’ jokes i know) and b) i’ve yet to think of what he’s wearing but atm i’m at my parents anniversary dinner aaaah hELP

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i got the first one tilden: what did the sad pathetic fool who didn’t get a date to the ball say? tilden: “hi, i’m tilden” tilden: *laughs at his own joke while having a large sip of firewhiskey*

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&. ) edtnks:

tilden’s fact about his planet of choice was captivating. the tallest mountain in the solar system, what an h o n o r it would be to see something like that with your own eyes. ❝ that would be an unforgettable sight, ❞ he sighs, just dreaming of what it would be like. ❝ for the moons – well, mainly. i feel that there are other things left to be DISCOVERED about jupiter. with its massive size ? i feel as though it has many h i d d e n secrets. ❞

“ not only being able to witness that; simply visiting other planets would be unforgettable. ”  tilden eyed ted for a bit, choosing to remain silent all throughout. a faint smile had managed to creep onto his face. “ it’s funny  —— most people are afraid of the ( UNKNOWN ) yet you are the exact opposite. why is that ? ”

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&. ) ofmelanchcly:

         peter had done a lot of GROWING UP since he’d first arrived at hogwarts ; shivering & small in the night, next to the tall & gentle figure of ALBUS DUMBLEDORE —— body, mind and HEART wracked all over with the trauma of ten years worth of abuse & loneliness inflicted upon it. 

          over the course of the past SEVEN YEARS ( merlin, had it truly been that long ? ) the boy had found himself in the midst of dedicated companions & devoted friends. he’d learned to love, and he’d experienced laughter ; and, never having done much of EITHER in the { dark blur } of horror & anguish that was his childhood, peter had learned to do both FIERCELY. he’d found his VOICE ( more confident : kind against all odds ) in a world that had only given him cause to scream & cry for all the years prior … AND YET, in this moment, standing in front of the love of his life, peter felt as if he were a FIRST YEAR once more. EVERYTIME tilden so much as glanced peter’s way, he felt like he was that skinny, small boy with an UNTAMED head of golden hair ; hands nervous & trembling as they held out a single flower for tilden to take as peter approached him for the first time in herbology class. ( ‘ hi … i’m peter, and i got you this flower because … i heard you like flowers. I’M PETER —— wait ( ! ), i’ve already said that. ’ ) the first words between the two had been clumsy & naive ; and they { echoed } in the chamber of the lion’s mind as he ONCE AGAIN fumbled for the right words to say.

         ” i’ve been an incomprehensible JERK. ” the boy blurts out. THE WRONG WORDS, PETER —— the wrong words ; ( don’t do this —— not here, not now. ) his brown eyes are SINCERE, voice growing soft. “ and i’m so sorry for everything. ” the boy’s fingertips curl into the palms of his hands ; fists clenched and shaking by his sides as he desperately tries to regard tilden with some sense of NORMALCY —— trying to give the boy some sign that he doesn’t have to worry ( or think, or care ) about him. [ a part of peter wishes tilden would simply FORGET about him ; convinced that the hufflepuff would be better off that way. the thought is suffocating. ].  “ i’ve been okay. ” he finally answers, relaxing his clenched hands and stuffing them into the pockets of his trousers, sucking in a shallow breath before managing to coax a smile to the surface as he exhales ; a smile of which grows more genuine at the sight of tilden’s own. “ and you ? … have you been … doing well, i mean. ” and peter hoped to GOD that tilden would simply smile & say he was doing wonderfully, because the gryffindor couldn’t handle the thought of his tilden being in PAIN. 

“ what are you talking about ? ” tilden’s brows became knitted. the other’s rushed words certainly created some confusion within the boy. it was a matter of seconds before the fog cleared, and his mind started having an argument with itself  ( ‘ you were a jerk ——  no, you were not ’ ) in the meantime, all tilden could do was lower his gaze. looking at peter in the eyes caused various feelings to take over him, feelings that always succeeded at making him lose control over his words & actions. tilden had never been what you’d call IMPULSIVE, but people did crazy things when they were in love, didn’t they ? the last thing tilden wanted was to send this chance to waste. ( ‘ i loved you, and you pushed me away —— it was my fault, i’m sorry ’ ) the memory of peter jerking awake that night caused tilden’s heart to fall into into a dark pit.   “ i... i don’t think you were a jerk. ” 

      he let out a discreet relieved sigh upon hearing peter’s answer. 『‘ what about your hands ? have you been sleeping well ? ’』 once again, worry settled deep inside his mind. right there, tilden made the choice to silence all thoughts. “ that’s wonderful to hear. i’m-i’m honestly glad. ” merlin, how bad did he want to slap himself upon saying that. peter was not some sort of helpless toddler tilden was supposed to take care of. he wasn’t BROKEN -- not to him. 

      “ me ? ” part of him was about to crumble because of the darkness slowly marking its presence within the fragile bubble of fake ignorance tilden had built for himself. the rest couldn’t be more marvelled at the world ; he was feeling again [ with  mary & rey’s help, admittedly ] , eager to grasp a glint of the future he so optimistically longed for. “ i’ve been doing well. had my ups & downs, but things overall have been... pleasant, ” his words couldn’t have sounded more nonchalant. 

      “ pete, ” tilden almost whispered, trying his best so that words didn’t come off as careless. his lips were kept pressed his lips together for a few seconds, looking away for a moment. the uneasiness had gotten ahold of him at this point, so much that he couldn’t find an excuse not to ask. “ what happened ? i-- i know this might be too abrupt, but  —— please, talk to me this time. ”

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&. ) rosarioiisms:

“ Tis the season I guess- Thanks Til.” she smiles, taking the extra chocolate frog from him. Wizarding sweets were always fascinating, and though she only had two other cards in her trunk, chocolate frogs were one of her f a v o r i t e s. “Who’d you end up with this time? Don’t tell me you got Fulbert the Fearful AGAIN.”

“ you’re welcome. ” the blond smiled at the dark-haired ravenclaw. he scanned his frog before carefully opening the lid and taking out the card. tilden couldn’t help but laugh at the sight. “ indeed-- ” he turned the card over and showing it to her-- “ it’s   FULBERT THE FEARFUL  ! your guess was accurate ! have you ever thought of becoming the next divination professor, rey ? ”

“ i’m kind of upset now -- i was really hoping to get alberic grunnion, or at least babayaga. i’ve already got four of these. what’d you get ? ”