Who: Ted Tonksregen & Andromeda Tonksbdh Where: Andy's who-house When: After the talk with girl!Kevin What: Talking, being cool, showing of tattoos. Rating/Status: PG-13 at worst, really | In progress
The fact that Sirius and Kevin had both gone through a regeneration since getting here, which left him a little uncertain about things. Something could happen. The journals were probably useful enough, of course. They would make sure that everyone knew it was him over the journals, but then there was a chance that it might be more difficult in person. He didn’t know if being here changed him enough to make it more likely that he would change enough to make him not look like himself.
Knocking on Andromeda’s door, Ted waited. He hadn’t even checked to see if she was going to be there when he showed up. It may not have been thought through very well, but he was sure it Andromeda wouldn’t really mind. It was like the first time he bought her animal slippers. He wasn’t sure if she’d like them, but it turned out that she loved them. So...this was fine. He wouldn’t mind if she stopped by unannounced. Perhaps he was overthinking.
He still had some Christmas presents to get. It had been a while since he’d had a lot of them to get. It had been an especially long time since he’d had Andromeda and Dora to get anything for. He’d worry about presents soon. In the meantime, he just wanted to make sure she’d always know it was him...even if he didn’t look quite like himself.
Andromeda certainly didn't mind being interrupted. She wasn't doing anything of particular importance today; it was nearing Christmas and she had been baking quite a bit, but baking lent itself fairly well to visitors. Her little Who-house smelled like baking dough and strawberry jam, because she'd been making cookies in the shape of snowpeople with jam-circles on their bellies.
She opened the door, hair tied up, a bit of flour on her hands and a swipe on her cheek. It was cold outside, so she smiled and quickly ushered Ted into the warmth of her house.
"Come in, love, where it's warm," she said. The spell they were under to make her rhyme forced her to continue, "It's cold out there, but at least it's not a storm. Would you like something to eat? I'm making treats."
Ted couldn't help but smile when he saw Andromeda. He remembered moments like this before, but it had been a while. He stepped inside, laughing a little at the rhyming. "I think a storm wouldn't be so bad. I don't think I'd be all that sad." Rhyming was perfectly strange, but he knew an awful lot of bands did it in their songs, so it wasn't like it was never done.
"You've got some flour on your face...and almost every place." Well, that wasn't exactly true. But there was certainly a lot of flour. "I could always go for treats. You know my love for sweets." Merlin, but he wished that he could stop rhyming. At least it wasn't an entire lifetime of rhyming. Imagine if you had to spend the rest of your life talking in rhyme. It would be a bit ridiculous.
Still, worse things had probably happened to them all. He stepped closer for a moment, reaching over to wipe the flour off her face. "How are you? Have you had enough to do?"
"Snowstorms aren't that bad," Andromeda agreed. "Sometimes they can be pretty rad." She laughed at how ridiculous her rhyme sounded, even if the sentiment was right. She liked storms, sometimes; didn't always like being out in them, but it could be really nice to curl up inside while a storm raged outside. It somehow made inside seem even more cozy.
Reaching for the sheet of cookies cooling on a rack, she lifted it and offered them to him. "Have one," she said. "Careful, don't burn your tongue." They were really only warm, and that wasn't how she'd have told him so if she'd had her druthers, but she supposed it got the message across well enough.
Lifting a cookie to her own mouth as well, she took a bite and set the rest aside, smiling up at Ted. "I've been distracting myself," she said, meaning she'd distracted herself from the arrival of the newer, older Bellatrix. "Cooking and cleaning like a house elf. What about you? Having fun being a Who?"
Ted smiled a little, nodding at her words. He didn't really know how to respond or whether he wanted to respond to it in rhyme. There was only so much rhyming about snowstorms that he really thought it would be fun to do.
He took one of the cookies, laughing at the warning. "I'll be careful, I promise. I wouldn't want to ruin this." He lifted the cookie as if to make sure she understood it was about eating the cookie and not anything else. How you could ruin much of anything by burning your tongue, he didn't know. He carefully took a bite, listening as Andromeda spoke. There'd been a new Bellatrix if he recalled. He didn't like the idea of Bellatrix around, but at least the first one had only been a child and didn't seem to be much trouble.
"Being a who is not as much to my liking as being myself." There was a slight sigh. "Though, I guess it's better than being an elf." He shrugged. "One of the boys I know is a girl. Apparently the mountain thought he should give being the opposite sex a whirl." It was about right. Not exactly the way he wanted to say it, but it was the same meaning.