RP: Ted Who: Ted When: Saturday afternoon, May 22 Where: Ted's flat Warnings: None Summary: Ted mulls over some things.
Ted sat in the kitchen, alone, a plat of biscuits in front of them, barely even touched. Victoire was out shopping, which was good, because he doubted he would be able to think with her so close by. He had been summoned, more or less, to his grandmother's home. Amidst the tea and cake there had been knowing glances and clucks under her tongue before Andromeda nearly threw a tiny little box at her grandson after giving him a good swift kick in the arse. Well, it wasn't so bad as he made it seem, but nearly.
Andromeda Black Tonks had told her grandson, in no uncertain terms, that he was being a stubborn arse about the whole marriage issue. That, and she was an old woman. She wanted great-grandchildren to spoil. People mostly assumed his mother got her bluntness from her father, but Ted knew better. Andromeda Tonks was not a woman to be trifled with. A lifetime of experiences had taught the woman to speak her mind when need be.
So that left Ted where he was, at the kitchen table, turning the little velvet box over in his hand. Flicking the top open, he looked at the ring inside, trying to imagine it on Victoire's finger. It probably wasn't what she was expecting as a ring, but it had been the ring his grandfather had proposed with and there was a certain sentimentality attached to that. His grandmother had given up so much for love, for a life that was happy until the end. Ted wanted that. No, he needed it.
Merlin, he really was being a stubborn arse. Shaking his head, Ted stood, ready to prepare dinner. The choice had been simple, he just hadn't been able to see it before.