Eddie and Open
Hands shoved into pockets, Eddie made his way across the Hogwarts grounds, glad to get lost in the crowd. It was a pretty good way to return back to the UK, especially since he still felt a bit like hiding.
It had been months. He hadn't answered any owls except the ones from his sister (whose were often howlers, thanks just what he needed when on a mission) and Rose, who was kinder than she should have been. Even his friends he ignored, though most of them were well used to it and figured Eddie would answer when Eddie would answer. He felt bad about that, honestly. He was a fuck up, sure, but generally he wasn't a jerk. What had made him run off all over the globe chasing his own demons? A ridiculously attractive girl who made him feel things. A sphinx? He could conquer those no problem. Riddles that look into your soul? No problem. He made short work of complex curses and battled reanimated corpses like it was something done in his sleep, but human emotions terrified him. At least, this human emotion had.
And then, suddenly, he didn't want to be far from her anymore. Even if she hated him, which, to be frank, he wouldn't blame her for doing. So now he was back, and maybe she would hex him into a thousand pieces but by god he wanted to see her again.
So he was at Hogwarts at Victis Honor day.
He saw a familiar face and smiled a crooked smile as he jogged to say hello and welcome either a warm greeting or a lecture, either of which would be appropriate, really.