teddy lupin has no parents just like batman (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} shifts) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} ditched,@ 2014-08-28 23:37:00 |
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| Entry tags: | !log, teddy lupin, victoire weasley |
Who: Teddy Lupin & Victoire Weasley-Lupin.
Where: Château Lupin.
When: Thursday, August 28th sometime in the early evening.
What: Teddy thinks he has a great idea. Victoire does not agree.
Warnings: Swears. Sads. Sarcasm.
| During the segment Muggle Contraptions, Teddy had an idea. Nay, an epiphany. He didn’t know why he hadn’t thought of it before, but once he did he couldn’t wait to tell Victoire. An idea this grand would certainly put a smile on his wife’s face, so it was definitely worth bring up once he returned home. Throughout the entire rest of the day, his spirits were lifted so high that not even a side eye from a certain stylist could bring them crashing to the ground. When he returned home, he was all smiles as he strode into the kitchen and set the leather sachel that had once belonged to his father on the counter. “Victoire,” he started as he turned around to face her. “I had the greatest idea ever at work today.” In contrast to her husband’s day, Victoire’s had been anything but smiles. Continuing lack of a strong Tornados presence in the media was bringing more and more pressure from higher up -- people who didn’t take ’It isn’t my fault the players aren’t doing anything exciting!’as an answer, despite the truth in it. They’d played well, done their jobs, and she appreciated that, she supposed. But right now, she’d have given her left arm for a retiring Seeker she could spin as a last hurrah, or a newly-emigrated Chaser. She didn’t even have anything to give Alastair -- and was desperate enough to actually feel bad about that. As such, the sound of the door opening as she sat at the kitchen table, staring at her notes and trying to come up with a new way to direct the PR campaign, was hardly something that made her day better -- and the apparent fact that Teddy had the greatest idea ever only made her more skeptical. “Do tell.” She said dryly, looking up at him. It was nice to see him smile, she had to admit that, even if it was a foolish grin that only made her expect an idiot plan was going to come out of his mouth. “I’m all ears.” It took a lot within him not to from at his wife’s lack of excitement concerning his obvious amazing idea, especially since it was one that would certainly make her happy. Thankfully, Teddy managed to maintain his smile and within a few seconds he had positioned himself in the chair next to her. Such wonderful news required very face to face interaction. “Remember how you had... concerns about the state of messiness with the house?” he asked as he leaned in toward her. “Well. I have come up with an absolutely brilliant idea.” It took all of Victoire’s will not to sigh as Teddy settled beside her. Evidently this was going to be quite the affair, if he was going to such lengths to tell her a simple idea. She shut her book, and turned to face him, still thoroughly unimpressed with the entire matter. “I’m not sure concerns is how I’d put it,” she countered, crossing her arms. “But fine. I remember. So?” “Brace yourself for this one, Vicki,” Teddy answered while somehow managing to make his smile even bigger. Then he leaned back, clapped his hands loudly once, and threw his hands up in the air. “We should get a house elf!” A moment passed, as Victoire stared at him. Then a second. Finally, she shook her head, in utter disbelief. “You want… You want to get an elf?” This was not the reaction he had been expecting. Almost instantly, the smile faded from Teddy’s face and his shoulders sagged. “Yes?” he said with an unsure tone in his voice as some facial hair began to sprout on his face. What had once seemed like a bright idea was now seemingly like a rather ridiculous one. “I just thought it could help.” Victoire shook her head. “My Aunt has crusaded for Elf rights for years, and you want to get us a slave?” She asked, looking at Teddy like just the idiot he was. “How could that possibly help? How… where do you even get a House Elf?” She paused, frowned. Come to think of it, she wasn’t sure. “They aren’t slaves. They like to help people...” The truth of the matter was Teddy hadn’t really had much experience with house elves, so he really wasn’t one to talk about their status is society and his wife’s tone of voice wasn’t helping things either. “And... I don’t know? Maybe they have a House Elf Rescue League? Hose Elf Human Society? Maybe they have an emporium?” “Just because they enjoy it doesn’t make them not slaves…” Victoire sighed, though she supposed he had a point. So long as they didn’t mistreat the creature -- and they wouldn’t, certainly -- they’d be a good home for it. And it would get the chores done… She shook her head. “An emporium.” She echoed. “A rescue league? Do you listen to yourself?” Teddy frowned at her question. "What's wrong with a rescue league?" he questioned with a small amount of annoyance in his voice. "And, pray tell, if house elves don't come from an emporium, then where do they come from, Vicki?" “You probably have to know someone who has one,” she replied offhandedly, waving away his suggestion as she opened her notebook to review her work again. “Be gifted one when someone’s House Elf has a baby…” she paused, frowning. The thought of separating a child from its mother left a bad taste in her mouth, even if they did enjoy service. Frowning even more, he stood up and began unbuttoning his shirt as he was tired of maintaining his perfect six-pack abs. “Oh. So having a place to adopt a House Elf is ridiculous to you, but being magically gift one is logical.” Once Teddy had his shirt unbuttoned, he let his stomach go. “Nevermind. I’ll just pick up all the shit as usual.” At that Victoire laughed out loud, looking up at him. Home for two minutes and he’d already dropped the act he put on for the rest of the world. God forbid he ever look good for her. “Only if by ‘as usual’ you mean a big fat never,” she said with a sneer. “Unless your idea of picking up is to go sit on the couch now with some mead and the telly.” “For your information, watching the telly is part of my job. I don’t know if you’ve noticed it, Victoire, but I have an actual job with the television station. You’re not the only one here who has stuff to do.” Huffing slightly, he turned around and went to retrieve his satchel. “So if I want to have a drink and relax after work, I’m going to do it. Sorry if that doesn’t fit into your cleaning time schedule.” “I beg your pardon, Edward, but my job is twice as demanding as your hour long time sitting on your ass and talking to your buddies as if you were some kind of expert on anything!” She snapped her notes shut, shoved them into her briefcase. How dare he get huffy, when she was the one who worked all day, well into the night, on weekends, holidays. “The hardest part of your job is keeping that mountain you call a stomach in line. You’ll have to excuse me if I hardly see that as such a heavy cross for you to bear!” “I’m sorry, Victoire. I forgot that you have the most difficult and demanding job in the entire wizarding world. I don’t know how I forgot when you fucking remind me of it all the time.” Had the conversation gone differently, Teddy might have sympathized with all the things his wife had to do for her job, but that was no longer the case tonight as too many buttons had been pushed. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to change into my jammies, practice my sitting, and read over my notes for tomorrow.” “Maybe if you weren’t an ass I wouldn’t have to remind you!” Any chance of her getting any work done for the evening was lost, now. Spin required too much of a level head for her to manage when angry. “But by all means, Teddy. Go right ahead. Merlin knows practice makes perfect, and you ought to be damn close to perfect by now!” And with that, she stormed off into the bedroom, slamming the door as loudly as she could behind her. “Oh this is just great,” he said sarcastically after the door slammed. “My jammies are in there.” |
