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The Phantom Librarian
Spewing out too many words since November 2003
Batch 3
I think you mentioned once that Ruthless, as a true Gryffindor, would make a last-ditch attempt to "win back" Teddy after realizing what's happening with him and Victoire...I would love to read that. :) for eco_gamba


Teddy woke up alone.

He hadn't gone to sleep that way. Ruthless had shown up last night, wild-eyed, with a "birthday present" for coming of age. In the end, after doing some damage to one another trying to figure the business out (including a fall out of bed that had ended her up with a strained shoulder and him with a cut on his chin), they'd both decided it was a bad idea, healed one another, and gone to sleep. Teddy's dreams had involved them not changing their minds, and he'd rather been looking forward to waking up in the same bed, but she must have slipped out in the night.

He rubbed his eyes harshly and looked across at his door. His parents' portrait was back (his first clue that something was going on last night was finding it leaning on the wall beside his door outside), and he gave Mum a groggy wave. She raised her eyebrow. "Ruth brought us back about an hour ago. I sent your dad off to find out where she was; she looked a little miserable."

Teddy sighed. "Nothing... well something happened, but not..." He waved it off. "Sorry you got taken down."

Dad appeared at the edge of the frame and looked sternly at Teddy. "Ruth went outside. The Grey Lady said she headed for the lake. Teddy, is there something you want to tell us?"

"No," Teddy said firmly. "Not in the least."

"Hogwarts isn't the most private place for this sort of business," Mum said, more sympathetically.

"Yes, well, there are reasons that, in a castle full of teenagers, no one has tried to stop the ghosts and portraits from having free rein." Dad sat down at the kitchen table in the painting. "A little chaperoning never hurt anyone."

"Remus!" Mum scolded, then turned back to Teddy. "I think you'd best go talk to Ruth. She really did look awful."

Teddy nodded and pulled on the nearest robe, then went downstairs and outside. The April morning was a bit chilly. He could see Ruthless sitting on the rocks by the lake, tossing stones into the water. He went and sat down beside her.

"You left."

"I was awake when the house elves came," she said. "And then Nearly Headless Nick made one of his rare visits to the dormitories. I expect it'll be spread around."

"Nick never tells anyone anything," Teddy said. "And the house elves can't."

"Well, they told Nick." He shrugged. "Apparently, he's meant to keep an eye on the boys' dormitories, since there's no hexed staircase, and when the elves told him to have a look, up he came, and he told me I had to leave. Who knew it was agaisnt school rules?"

Teddy smiled and took her hand. "Well, the hexed staircase on the girls' dormitory is a pretty good clue." He kissed her fingers. "Mum said you didn't look too good."

"I can't believe I did that," Ruthless said. "Like some cheap tart in one of those magazines my brothers read." She shrugged. "Which is actually what I got the idea from. I nicked a few to see what to do. None of them mentioned dislocating a shoulder."

Teddy laughed. "Well, none of Fifi LaFolle's books mention making people's lips bleed when you kiss them, but we managed that, too."

"Oh, right. That and yanking each other's hair out because our hands got tangled." She looked down at their twined fingers. "We really were terrible at kissing."

"We got better. With practice."

"Well, I don't think we'll be having any extra practice sessions on this."

"At least not at Hogwarts."

"Not anywhere, Teddy." She let go of his hand and stood up, looking out across the lake. "Every time we break up, we say the same thing--I'm glad we were together, but it's time to drop it. Then we get back together, and we say, Oh, why not, we know we have fun together. Then we break up again. Usually for no particular reason. And it's the same conversation again. I'm tired of it."

"So, let's not break up. We could get--"

"Don't say it, Teddy."

"--married when I finish school."

"I said not to say it. Breaking up an engagement would be even worse, and you know we'd get there eventually. You don't mean to marry me."

Teddy stood up. "Don't tell me what I mean to do! And you're only seven months older than I am, so don't act like you're all world-weary. And in case you forgot, you're the one who showed up in my room."

"I know!" She picked up a large rock and threw it hard. It skipped across the water and finally plopped under about ten feet out. "I'm tired of being your fallback position."

"You're not. I love you."

"I know you do, but I'm still... It's not..." She shrugged. "I thought maybe I'd change things, but it wouldn't have. It would have just been more of the same, only with a few more anxieties thrown in. You'd have drifted in a week."

"Why did you come if you think I'm such a complete ass?"

"I didn't say that." She turned around. "I'm the one who bolloxed things up last night. I saw you flirting with a few girls at the party, then dancing with Victoire--"

"I'm not in love with Victoire, and even if I were, the one time we tried going on a date, it didn't work at all, and--"

"--and I decided I'd give it one more go, see if we could take the next step." She sighed. "But the next step is in the other direction, isn't it?"

"I'm not stepping anywhere," Teddy said, and sat down again.

Ruthless sat beside him, not holding his hand.

They stayed there until the morning Herbology classes started to come out, then went their separate ways.

Could you do something with either Quirrell or Moody during their school days? for Maraudercat.


Quirinus Quirrell decided on his second night at Hogwarts that he liked the Ravenclaw Common Room. The first night, it had been rather bland, if pleasant, but by the second evening, after the first day of classes, all of the older students had started their pet projects. A third year girl was doing an experiment in Herbology, and had plants lined up on a windowsill, with a data chart under them to track their growth. A fifth year boy had commandeered a corner to work on Self-Levitation experiments (all of which, according a worldy-wise second year, had failed miserably in the past). A gang of fourth years had built a contraption that they insisted would do their Potions homework for them.

But most interesting to Quirinus was the seventh-year NEWT student, Alastor Moody. None of the other Ravenclaws liked him. "He's mad," Quirinus's dormitory mate, Edward Bowles, had said matter-of-factly as they'd watched him set his things up. "My oldest brother was a year above him, and he said that Moody put the Hat back on at his Sorting because he didn't want to be in Ravenclaw. All his family were Gryffindors. He's always trying to show off how much he belongs there instead of here."

Quirinus didn't think it was working. Moody had appropriated his area of the Common Room with brusque efficiency, evicting a handful of second-years and dragging over his trunk, which had three locks. As Quirinus watched, he saw that each lock opened into a different trunk, with different things in it. One section had a little table, which Moody set up and piled with scrolls and quills. There were crazy looking swirls of notes on each scroll, with numbers and letters all mixed up, and what looked like quite a few languages. In another trunk, there were a lot of everyday gadgets, like mirrors and eyeglasses. He tried a few pairs of the latter, made notes on the, then finally settled on a set with one eye that had blinders on either side and a fractured-looking lens on the other.

Unable to restrain his curiosity, Quirinus went over. "What are those for?"

Moody looked up with a grunt. "Sight-splitters," he said, and went back to work.

"Yes, but what are they for?"

This time, Moody looked up more slowly. The blinked eye stared out normally. The other looked like about thirty eyes, all swimming around in the mad lens. "I can keep focus with the one," he said, covering the fractured lens. Then he uncovered that and covered the blinkered one. "And this one lets me see what everyone's doing, one bit at a time. At least everyone in front of me. Haven't got it so I can see behind me yet." He gnashed his teeth at this failure.

"Can't you just... see?"

"In that mess?" Moody wrinkled his nose. "It's mob. This way, I can sort out that Joe Edgecombe is trying to steal a book out of someone's bag, Elizabeth Prince is cursing Devin Adams's quills, and Ian Kingston's in big trouble on his Potions essay."



Quirinus decided not to follow up. He pointed at the mirrors and salad bowls and so on. "What are those for?"

"My Defense Against the Dark Arts project," Moody growled.

"What do they do?"

"They send out Death Curses at nosy first years."

Quirinus took a step back. "Oh. Isn't that against the rules?"

Moody rolled his eyes extravagantly, an act compounded by the bizarre eyeglasses. "It's all right for NEWT students."

"Are you... joking?"

"What do you think?"

"Well, I think you'd have to be." Quirinus bit his lip. "I mean, wouldn't you? Something can't be illegal for grown-up wizards, but all right for NEWT students at Hogwarts, can it?"

Moody snorted and went back to his experiments. "I hate Ravenclaw," he muttered.

Quirinus backed away to a blue armchair, and watched the proceedings from a safe distance.

[James Sirius] Need you ask? About nine or ten, leading Albus and Lily into temptation. Maybe Rose and Hugo too. With some Muggle kids. And Scorpius. for sgt_majorette

"I don't think we're supposed to be here," Hugo said as they slipped out of the Leaky Cauldron.

"Why not?" James asked. "Your mum said we could go Christmas shopping in any shop we liked, as long as Rosie looked after you and I looked after Al and Lily."

"I am pretty sure she meant in Diagon Alley," Al put in, traitorously.

James frowned. "I didn't hear anything about that. And look, there are two bookstores, and a Chinese restaurant."

"And no Mu..." Rosie started, then leaned closer and hissed, "No Muggle money."

James reached into his pocket and drew out several Muggle bills. "Teddy gave me some. I traded my allowance."

"You don't get that big an allowance," Rosie said.

"I do so, Teddy said it was just right."

"You might want to put it away," Al muttered, looking suspiciously at a knot of Muggle boys waiting at a bus stop.

James shoved the money back into his jacket pocket and looked around eagerly. "So, what should we do first? We could go to a film! I know we passed a film place on the way in."

He could feel Rosie about to object that this didn't qualify as "Christmas shopping" no matter what the circumstances of their permission for free roaming, but Lily clapped her hands and said, "There's a princess film! I saw the picture from the taxicab! She's very beautiful."

"Ew," Hugo said.

"It's not 'ew,'" Lily insisted, stepping forward and leaning over Hugo, the only person on the planet shorter than she was who was actually walking. "It's wonderful."

"I want to see one about dragons."

"Well, I want to see the princess one!"

James held up his hand. "Sometimes there are dragons in princess films."

Hugo didn't seem to know what to do with this.

"We can at least find out," James said, and turned up the street toward the cinema they'd passed. He held Lily's hand in one of his own and pulled Al along with the other. He could hear Rosie and Hugo following along behind.

The reached a little scrum of people around a window, all of whom seemed to be waiting to buy something. James squared his shoulders and got in line.

"Where are your parents?" a large woman in a tartan coat asked. "You shouldn't be wandering on your own!"

"They're Christmas shopping," Lily told her.

"They'll be along presently," Rosie said, and gave Lily a little hiss.

"And you're letting your brother walk all alone behind you?" the woman asked. "And a dress on a boy! What are your parents thinking?"

James waited until she'd turned away, apparently satisfied with her scolding, and found the others looking dumbly at a boy about their age, dressed in wizarding robes. He had a thin, pale face, gray eyes, and white-blond hair.

"Just wondered where you were going," he said after being stared at for a bit. "My father and mother are back..." He nodded toward Diagon Alley.

"What's your name?" Rosie asked.


James shrugged. "The more the merrier."

The people in front of him cleared the way to the window, where a teenage girl was chewing gum. "What'll it be?" she asked.

James handed her all of his money. "I need six tickets," he said.

"To what show?"

"The princess one!" Lily yelled. "I want to see the princess one."

The girl yawned and six bits of paper came up from a slot, as if she'd Conjured them. She counted out a bit of money and handed it back to James, then shoved the papers through. "Six for the two o'clock. Go on through."

James took it happily and opened the door.

"We're going to get in trouble," Hugo said.

"He's right," Al said.

James shrugged. "Come on, there's still time to find good seats."

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etain_antrim From: etain_antrim Date: December 1st, 2009 05:24 am (UTC) (Link)
Cute! I liked them all -- what a terrific gift you're giving us!
fernwithy From: fernwithy Date: December 1st, 2009 07:09 am (UTC) (Link)
Oh, I enjoy this time of year, too, though I think it will take me until Easter this time!
From: (Anonymous) Date: December 1st, 2009 04:45 pm (UTC) (Link)


we appreciate that you are willing to try and get them all *or most of them, we will see*

instead of going... "I can't do this anymore!" or "It's too much! this is the last time i'll ever do it! ever!~"

~Bethanny anne
From: severely_lupine Date: December 1st, 2009 06:48 am (UTC) (Link)
Oh, poor Teddy, and poor portrait Lupins. Well, it's best Teddy and Ruthless figured things out before any more time passed, and it's a good thing they didn't quite get that other thing figured out, as it really just would have made things more awkward later.

Stories about Quirrel are fun. No one seems to write much about him, which is a shame. People tend to forget about him even more often than they forget about the Mirror of Erised and Fluffy.

And oh, how cute that James just let Scorpius right on in with them. Of course, he apparently didn't know who he was, but still.
From: severely_lupine Date: December 1st, 2009 06:48 am (UTC) (Link)
By the way, I really like how you're giving titles to them this round.
fernwithy From: fernwithy Date: December 1st, 2009 07:10 am (UTC) (Link)
Of course, he apparently didn't know who he was, but still.

Well, in the epilogue, Harry had to ask if the boy in question was Scorpius, so apparently, there's not that much inter-family social interaction prior to Hogwarts.
From: severely_lupine Date: December 1st, 2009 09:48 am (UTC) (Link)
Given the families in question, that's not surprising. Although I am a bit of a Scorpius/Rose shipper. I like to imagine they interacted more after the kids started school.
sgt_majorette From: sgt_majorette Date: December 1st, 2009 08:17 am (UTC) (Link)

"The princess one!" Lily yelled. "I want to see the princess one!"

And for my birthday, in May, I want to see all the parents storming the theater, wands drawn, blaming each other!

James really is a good big brother: imagine the kid diplomacy it took to side with his little sister and say, "Sometimes there are dragons in princess films."

eta: Teddy, contributing to the deliquency of minors even minor-er than he is! Heh-heh!

Edited at 2009-12-01 08:20 am (UTC)
amamama From: amamama Date: December 1st, 2009 11:02 am (UTC) (Link)
*big grin* That was a perfectly wonderful, awkward story for Teddy and Ruthless. And poor portrait Remus, trying to be a stern father on canvas isn't quite as effective. Heh.

Your moody/Quirrel story made me wonder if Moody invented his crazy spinning eye himself - that would be a neat story for later. Not that I'll remember...

And James, he really is a great big brother. Not really twisting the rules, but having his own interpretation of them (familiar trait), and generally just being a good egg.

Thanks, Fern!
malinbe From: malinbe Date: December 1st, 2009 02:26 pm (UTC) (Link)
Hahahaha! Those wizarding teens need to watch some amateur porn.

And the kids were incredibly cute.
alphabet26 From: alphabet26 Date: December 1st, 2009 03:33 pm (UTC) (Link)
Oh, these were fun. Thanks for sharing!
alkari From: alkari Date: December 1st, 2009 07:04 pm (UTC) (Link)
Ha! The various parental reactions to young James and his escapade are worth another fic in themselves. Though I suspect the portraits of James and Sirius will be highly amused.

Suitably awkward Teddy /Ruthless, and love the idea that the house elves and ghosts keep an eye on things in the boys' dorms. LOL @ Moody as already slightly paranoid NEWT student.
sidealong From: sidealong Date: December 1st, 2009 08:02 pm (UTC) (Link)
If I were Ruthless I'd be much more emotional and heartbroken after taking such a risk, and having to accept that it's over. So sad.

Was Moody ever young? Interesting to imagine.

What movie did they watch?

Yay for Fern's ficlets!

thornyrose42 From: thornyrose42 Date: December 1st, 2009 10:25 pm (UTC) (Link)
Have I mentioned lately how much I love Ruthless? And you for writing these?

Well I have now.

Also little Scops is adorable.
From: (Anonymous) Date: December 2nd, 2009 05:06 am (UTC) (Link)
Thanks very much for your stories. I am quite amazed at how prolific and generous you are.
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