he’ll take her word for it. he’ll have to find something to keep the little one busy for a few hours.

sure? he’s never been to a spa before, so he’ll let her take the lead on it all.

would kill for one.

real.

no, he’s not asking her to move. he’s just surprised. in a good way. . . .he tries?

o-oh. well, it’s nice to see her, too. he’s glad she feels comfortable with him. honestly, he’s kinda fuckin’ exhausted, too.

yes? can he help her with something?

well, good for her. he tries to, but life’s expensive with a kid. ( not that he’s complaining in any way, it’s just a fact. ) he’s just ( saying ). suppose there’s always floo powder, too. and portkeys.

he might be able to afford luton, but certainly not london. yeah? has her flying improved since the last time they talked?

ah, gotcha. damn, in london? too rich for his blood, but good for her. they’ll come visit(?)

fair enough. well, she can always room with him, if needed. assuming the broomsticks doesn’t have an open room.

that sounds like the opposite of a problem.

. . .right. got it, for sure. well, he wouldn’t be much help anyway, given his current state. have fun(?)

and the award for the world’s tiredest professor goes to. . .

oh? and can he ask what for? ‘cause he’s a nosy bitch.

. . .friday?

gonna have to do it again sometime.

feeling a bit rough today, what with his ( commitment ) coming up in a few days. but he’ll manage; he always does.

she ( will ). just by existing, and being herself. it’s fine. she always looks good, so—.

whatever the hell she wants. it’s just him, not the bloody king.

unless she asks him not to—? as long as there’s somewhere for the little one to sleep.

👀

good, it worked, then. the potion.

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he’s just the right amount of tall.

almost sunday, so close enough.

he knows no such thing; he isn’t a mind reader. but he has always found her exceptionally pretty.

that’s a shame. she piqued his curiosity with that.

🤨

weekend trip to london town.

fair enough, but she sure shouldn’t feel like she needs to impress him. he knows. that’s why he’s getting one for himself, too.

nope, he’s coming by now, and he won’t be leaving anything at the door. might bring some soup for the three broomsticks, too. they have some badass chicken soup.

she does realise he gets ‘sick’ quite frequently — like, on a monthly basis — and still manages, right? besides, pepperup potion negates all the contagiousness. he can handle it.

and what about it? he’s a big boy, he can handle it. might have to find the inn she’s staying at and make an unannounced visit with some pepperup potion.

crazy, too bad she doesn’t know anyone who literally looks after someone 24/7, and looks after large groups of people as a career.

loud yawn. took the little one trick-or-treating in hogsmeade last night. it was fun, just ( exhausting ).

a fairly normal saturday morning — at least, so he’d thought it was. with ella being looked after by some house-elves after a busy morning together, teddy is finally able to duck out to do some much needed grocery shopping and errands for the day. having just finished at dervish and banges, —

really? oh, please — he’s exhausted as shit today, and he’s got his ( thing ) coming up in, like, a week. she’s just being nice, though he appreciates it. she looks good, too. doing well for herself.

maybe? he doesn’t truthfully remember much from the class, he was only here the one year, and care of magical creatures — while interesting — also wasn’t exactly his first choice of elective. pretty sure he had pink hair once class. teddy thought that was a hell of a choice for a professor.

no idea, but he’s been around for a hot minute. at least a good fifteen years, and he only graduated ten years ago, so.

tell that to the people who write the job descriptions, then. no idea, but he’d put his money on smythe — care of magical creatures.

he signed up to teach defence against the dark arts, not correct children’s spelling.

if he has to correct one more third-year spelling ‘patronus’ like ‘patroclus’, he’s gonna lose it.

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⠀ * 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐬. ⠀

⠀ it’s your 𝗳𝗶𝗿𝘀𝘁 𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗲 on ( * 𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐡 ), too. ⠀

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only a lil bit? he’ll have to try harder next time.

soon.