Post by Deleted on Oct 20, 2013 14:51:31 GMT -5
in a world full of the word "yes" I'm here to scream
For a very, very long time, there was a distinct pattern in Ted Tonks’s life, a pattern that he now found himself in the midst of as he scoped around Diagon Alley after a full day’s shift at St. Mungo’s. For the longest time indeed, there was an understanding, or at least there was to Ted, that when there was a fight in the Tonks household, he needed to bring something home to his wife to at least attempt to make up for whatever they had been arguing about. And as the pair of them had just undergone perhaps the worst fight they’d had in years, Ted was more determined than ever to give his wife a gift worthy of just how sorry he actually was.
Because he truly was very sorry - he’d raised her voice at her, shouted, cursed every which way and that, and worst of all, he’d made her cry. Ted had made her cry, and then shoved her into a dark place full of anger and coldness that he always strove to keep her away from. It wasn’t that his goal had been to make her do any of those things, of course not, but it had come out that Andromeda had been keeping things from him, important things like the fact that Death Eaters had apparently been having more and more contact with her as of late, including the fact that Rabastan Lestrange had been in their house. Just thinking about it made Ted clench his fist and he forced himself to take a deep breath. No use getting worked up about it now, it would only sink his mood.
But as he had scrounged around the Alley as the shops were beginning to close, Ted was realizing that no matter where he looked, he wasn’t finding anything he thought was good enough for the kind of gift he wanted to give her. But, luckily, he knew that shops in Muggle London would be open later, and while he knew his time was running short before Andromeda was expecting him home (he had been very punctual of late on his arrivals home, or early, not wanting to add even an ounce of worry onto his wife’s plate), he figured he had at least enough time to take a peek through a few bookstores before he absolutely needed to Apparate home and see what he could do to help his wife with dinner.
However, first things were first. Gringotts Wizarding Bank was a good spot to get a small portion of the paycheck he’d gotten today converted into some Muggle money that he could use, and so Ted had gone there. After a little bit of haggling with some of the goblins (it was always a pain to get them to be relatively fair about the conversion price, and while Ted and his wife certainly weren’t poor, he wasn’t about to waste money needlessly just for a silly conversion), Ted had managed to deposit a majority of his paycheck, and had either kept the rest or had it converted into some Muggle bills. If he had any left over, he mused, maybe he’d take Andie to a Muggle cinema later this week - she always loved seeing movies.
But as he was leaving the bank itself, pocketing the money and running a hand through his hair, Ted spotted something (or rather, someone) that would probably mean that he would either have to forego the Muggle bookstores or be late back home and potentially face Andromeda’s wrath. Then again, if Dromeda had absolutely any inkling of what he was about to do, he’d probably end up having to dodge a few pots and pans anyway. But even with the fear of his wife being angry with him, Ted felt an unusually steely resolve build up in his stomach as he watched the very wizard he was about to confront meander towards the shadows. Thus, Ted Tonks did something that he almost never did.
He sought out a confrontation. There weren’t many people around, the Alley clearing out as other witches and wizards starting headed home, and so Ted knew that, in a way, he could do this in relative isolation.
”Oi, Malfoy, I need a word,” Ted barked as he strode down the steps of the wizarding bank and over towards the taller wizard with a purpose that was normally lacking in his gait. He eyes were alight with this very purpose, a fierce protectiveness that made it clear to any passerby that as of right now, he was a muggleborn on a mission.
Because he truly was very sorry - he’d raised her voice at her, shouted, cursed every which way and that, and worst of all, he’d made her cry. Ted had made her cry, and then shoved her into a dark place full of anger and coldness that he always strove to keep her away from. It wasn’t that his goal had been to make her do any of those things, of course not, but it had come out that Andromeda had been keeping things from him, important things like the fact that Death Eaters had apparently been having more and more contact with her as of late, including the fact that Rabastan Lestrange had been in their house. Just thinking about it made Ted clench his fist and he forced himself to take a deep breath. No use getting worked up about it now, it would only sink his mood.
But as he had scrounged around the Alley as the shops were beginning to close, Ted was realizing that no matter where he looked, he wasn’t finding anything he thought was good enough for the kind of gift he wanted to give her. But, luckily, he knew that shops in Muggle London would be open later, and while he knew his time was running short before Andromeda was expecting him home (he had been very punctual of late on his arrivals home, or early, not wanting to add even an ounce of worry onto his wife’s plate), he figured he had at least enough time to take a peek through a few bookstores before he absolutely needed to Apparate home and see what he could do to help his wife with dinner.
However, first things were first. Gringotts Wizarding Bank was a good spot to get a small portion of the paycheck he’d gotten today converted into some Muggle money that he could use, and so Ted had gone there. After a little bit of haggling with some of the goblins (it was always a pain to get them to be relatively fair about the conversion price, and while Ted and his wife certainly weren’t poor, he wasn’t about to waste money needlessly just for a silly conversion), Ted had managed to deposit a majority of his paycheck, and had either kept the rest or had it converted into some Muggle bills. If he had any left over, he mused, maybe he’d take Andie to a Muggle cinema later this week - she always loved seeing movies.
But as he was leaving the bank itself, pocketing the money and running a hand through his hair, Ted spotted something (or rather, someone) that would probably mean that he would either have to forego the Muggle bookstores or be late back home and potentially face Andromeda’s wrath. Then again, if Dromeda had absolutely any inkling of what he was about to do, he’d probably end up having to dodge a few pots and pans anyway. But even with the fear of his wife being angry with him, Ted felt an unusually steely resolve build up in his stomach as he watched the very wizard he was about to confront meander towards the shadows. Thus, Ted Tonks did something that he almost never did.
He sought out a confrontation. There weren’t many people around, the Alley clearing out as other witches and wizards starting headed home, and so Ted knew that, in a way, he could do this in relative isolation.
”Oi, Malfoy, I need a word,” Ted barked as he strode down the steps of the wizarding bank and over towards the taller wizard with a purpose that was normally lacking in his gait. He eyes were alight with this very purpose, a fierce protectiveness that made it clear to any passerby that as of right now, he was a muggleborn on a mission.
no, wherever i go, trouble seems to follow
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