FICLET: Undefined (James/Teddy)
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rarepair_shortsTitle: Undefined
Character Pairing: James/Teddy (UST), Teddy/Victoire
Prompt: the fourth dimension
Rating: PG
Word Count: 1000 *phew*
Summary: Teddy reflects on how his relationship with James has developed through the years.
Link to Prompt Table: (table!) (2/13)
Teddy sat on the edge of the Potters’ sofa; hunched over the coffee table and a pile of parchments and scrolls. There was honestly no better place to research the Voldewars, as wizarding historians commonly called them. The old correspondences, photographs, and people who lived in or frequented the Potter house were invaluable sources of information. Such rare finds were particularly useful to Teddy. Whether it was his reputation for tenacity, or a rite of passage as the newest member of the Wizarding Historical Society, he always landed the most needle-in-a-haystack of assignments. If he were really honest with himself, it wasn’t only the priceless historical significance of the place that inspired Teddy to spend his two weeks of vacation there. Just as it wasn’t coincidence, so much as subtle planning, that his selected vacation days overlapped precisely with Hogwarts’s Christmas break. His eyes casually drifted to the other end of the coffee table. James sat on the floor, completely engrossed in a model of a Quidditch pitch. Mr. Potter had helped James build it during his fifth year, when he was made the youngest ever captain of Gryffindor’s team. It was masterfully enchanted to simulate game play and predict individual player’s movements; it was ideal for devising new strategies and tactics. James was convinced that, as a seventh year, his goal to secure the Quidditch Cup (yet again) for his House took precedence over all else. The concept of N.E.W.T.s was a vague objective, barely lingering in the recesses of his mind. Teddy didn’t necessarily agree with James’s priorities, however he was grateful for any activity that kept him in his vicinity. His eyes returned to his work as he stared unfixedly at the pile of notes, and lost himself in reflection on his and James’s changeful relationship. When James was born, Teddy didn’t feel any special connection to him. In fact, he wasn’t very fond of him. Living with his grandmother, he was particularly close to his godfather, and sole father figure. He rather resented Mr. Potter’s first biological son. Everyone told Teddy that James would be like a brother to him; and he should love him, and take care of him. He wasn’t sure how to explain to them that he didn’t want anything to do with him. However, as James grew, Teddy became more sentimental toward him. He became protective of him and looked after him as if he was his own little brother. He taught him things, took him places, gave him advice, and did his best to be a good role for him. As James continued to mature, Teddy no longer viewed him as just as a brother, but also a friend. He didn’t feel any obligation to interact with James, as sometimes is the case with siblings. James’s personality had developed, and Teddy appreciated him as an individual. He was confident, adventurous, funny, and the very definition of charisma. He was Teddy’s opposite, or complement as he now perceived it. They passed time together, played games, talked, laughed, and kept each other’s secrets. They were best friends. During the past couple years, another dimension of their ever-changing relationship was surfacing. Teddy couldn’t establish when it began. It was probably around the same time that Teddy could no longer rationalize sleeping in James’s room when he stayed at the Potters’. When James was little, they would have make believe camp outs, and build forts in his room – sleepovers. These days, he didn’t think he could share a room with James at night and still look Mrs. Potter in the eye at breakfast with a clear conscience. Even thinking about sleeping near him, just sleeping, sent his stomach fluttering. It was also around this time that Teddy noticed his hair color changing around James. It had always changed with his emotions, like a humiliatingly public mood ring; he had more control over that now than in the past. Still, he couldn’t remember anyone ever having his or her own designated color. Yet for the past couple of years, he had defaulted to a deep reddish or maroon color whenever he was alone with James. He wasn’t sure if James had noticed the tendency, or what it meant. Teddy himself wasn’t sure what it meant. Maybe it was symbolic of James’s House colors, or how good James looked wearing them. The deep red could signify passion, lust, or the color Teddy’s face flushed when he thought about such things. Or it could be illustrative of the blood that would be shed by Victoire and her infamous temper if she knew that he had these thoughts. “You’re not working,” James said evenly, not looking up from his pitch. Teddy smiled as he retorted, “I’m on vacation.” “You said for me to smack you if you stopped working.” James looked up with a grin, “Consider this a verbal warning.” Teddy leaned back and kicked his feet up onto the coffee table, “I think I’m done for the day.” “You’d best hope Mum doesn’t see your feet up there.” “You think she scares me like she scares you?” Teddy teased, coolly lifting an eyebrow. But his bluff was called almost immediately as a commotion emanated from the entryway. Teddy hurriedly removed his feet from the table, and knocked over his bottle of ink. “Aw, shit,” he mumbled, as his blood-red hair blanched and switched over to a pale turquoise color. James quickly waved his wand over the spill, whispering, “Tergeo.” It wasn’t Mrs. Potter who walked into the family room, but Victoire. She strode into the room and nodded snootily in her cousin’s direction before snapping her head to Teddy. “I want a word with you.” “Sure,” Teddy said lightly, still relieved to have not been caught defiling furniture by the fiery Mrs. Potter. “Alone,” she demanded burning holes through James with her icy hot stare. “I live here!” James argued. “Fine,” she said flatly. Aggravation radiated from her as she stormed into the kitchen, reluctantly followed by Teddy.
Character Pairing: James/Teddy (UST), Teddy/Victoire
Prompt: the fourth dimension
Rating: PG
Word Count: 1000 *phew*
Summary: Teddy reflects on how his relationship with James has developed through the years.
Link to Prompt Table: (table!) (2/13)
Teddy sat on the edge of the Potters’ sofa; hunched over the coffee table and a pile of parchments and scrolls. There was honestly no better place to research the Voldewars, as wizarding historians commonly called them. The old correspondences, photographs, and people who lived in or frequented the Potter house were invaluable sources of information. Such rare finds were particularly useful to Teddy. Whether it was his reputation for tenacity, or a rite of passage as the newest member of the Wizarding Historical Society, he always landed the most needle-in-a-haystack of assignments. If he were really honest with himself, it wasn’t only the priceless historical significance of the place that inspired Teddy to spend his two weeks of vacation there. Just as it wasn’t coincidence, so much as subtle planning, that his selected vacation days overlapped precisely with Hogwarts’s Christmas break. His eyes casually drifted to the other end of the coffee table. James sat on the floor, completely engrossed in a model of a Quidditch pitch. Mr. Potter had helped James build it during his fifth year, when he was made the youngest ever captain of Gryffindor’s team. It was masterfully enchanted to simulate game play and predict individual player’s movements; it was ideal for devising new strategies and tactics. James was convinced that, as a seventh year, his goal to secure the Quidditch Cup (yet again) for his House took precedence over all else. The concept of N.E.W.T.s was a vague objective, barely lingering in the recesses of his mind. Teddy didn’t necessarily agree with James’s priorities, however he was grateful for any activity that kept him in his vicinity. His eyes returned to his work as he stared unfixedly at the pile of notes, and lost himself in reflection on his and James’s changeful relationship. When James was born, Teddy didn’t feel any special connection to him. In fact, he wasn’t very fond of him. Living with his grandmother, he was particularly close to his godfather, and sole father figure. He rather resented Mr. Potter’s first biological son. Everyone told Teddy that James would be like a brother to him; and he should love him, and take care of him. He wasn’t sure how to explain to them that he didn’t want anything to do with him. However, as James grew, Teddy became more sentimental toward him. He became protective of him and looked after him as if he was his own little brother. He taught him things, took him places, gave him advice, and did his best to be a good role for him. As James continued to mature, Teddy no longer viewed him as just as a brother, but also a friend. He didn’t feel any obligation to interact with James, as sometimes is the case with siblings. James’s personality had developed, and Teddy appreciated him as an individual. He was confident, adventurous, funny, and the very definition of charisma. He was Teddy’s opposite, or complement as he now perceived it. They passed time together, played games, talked, laughed, and kept each other’s secrets. They were best friends. During the past couple years, another dimension of their ever-changing relationship was surfacing. Teddy couldn’t establish when it began. It was probably around the same time that Teddy could no longer rationalize sleeping in James’s room when he stayed at the Potters’. When James was little, they would have make believe camp outs, and build forts in his room – sleepovers. These days, he didn’t think he could share a room with James at night and still look Mrs. Potter in the eye at breakfast with a clear conscience. Even thinking about sleeping near him, just sleeping, sent his stomach fluttering. It was also around this time that Teddy noticed his hair color changing around James. It had always changed with his emotions, like a humiliatingly public mood ring; he had more control over that now than in the past. Still, he couldn’t remember anyone ever having his or her own designated color. Yet for the past couple of years, he had defaulted to a deep reddish or maroon color whenever he was alone with James. He wasn’t sure if James had noticed the tendency, or what it meant. Teddy himself wasn’t sure what it meant. Maybe it was symbolic of James’s House colors, or how good James looked wearing them. The deep red could signify passion, lust, or the color Teddy’s face flushed when he thought about such things. Or it could be illustrative of the blood that would be shed by Victoire and her infamous temper if she knew that he had these thoughts. “You’re not working,” James said evenly, not looking up from his pitch. Teddy smiled as he retorted, “I’m on vacation.” “You said for me to smack you if you stopped working.” James looked up with a grin, “Consider this a verbal warning.” Teddy leaned back and kicked his feet up onto the coffee table, “I think I’m done for the day.” “You’d best hope Mum doesn’t see your feet up there.” “You think she scares me like she scares you?” Teddy teased, coolly lifting an eyebrow. But his bluff was called almost immediately as a commotion emanated from the entryway. Teddy hurriedly removed his feet from the table, and knocked over his bottle of ink. “Aw, shit,” he mumbled, as his blood-red hair blanched and switched over to a pale turquoise color. James quickly waved his wand over the spill, whispering, “Tergeo.” It wasn’t Mrs. Potter who walked into the family room, but Victoire. She strode into the room and nodded snootily in her cousin’s direction before snapping her head to Teddy. “I want a word with you.” “Sure,” Teddy said lightly, still relieved to have not been caught defiling furniture by the fiery Mrs. Potter. “Alone,” she demanded burning holes through James with her icy hot stare. “I live here!” James argued. “Fine,” she said flatly. Aggravation radiated from her as she stormed into the kitchen, reluctantly followed by Teddy.
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