Who: Ted and Remus What: Getting to know one another Where: High Forest because When: BACKDATED: Sunday evening
Ted didn't mean to keep going to the forest whenever he was upset. It wasn't like he was addicted, because he honestly wasn't sure if he could get addicted to air that just happened to get him high. And he would have preferred smoking an actual spliff anyway. But inevitably, his discussion with Dora lead him to making the trek up to the forest. It wasn't an upsetting conversation, necessarily, but it still made him feel not-good, and his feet took him in the direction that would make him feel better.
He'd been up to this part of the forest so much that he even had a spot that he preferred. Ted took a seat with his back against one of the trees, his arm resting on a nearby vine as he took a couple deep breaths. The actual act of smoking would be preferred, but this was alright. Idly, as he started to relax, he wondered if he should have brought Andie. After all, she had only said before that she didn't want to go with Ant before, not that she hadn't wanted to go. He'd mention it later, along with... everything else.
Ted let out a sigh, his eyes drifting close as he started melting into the tree. He'd give it like an hour before he left again, but really, he was perfectly content. If anyone was there to see him, they would have noticed the blissed-out smile on his face, and the way his eyebrows rose just a little too much as his mind wandered.
He didn't know how long he'd been there - the convenience of forgetting to look at the time - before he heard a crunch that sounded an awful lot like a footfall. Ted couldn't find it in himself to be overly concerned, and he was part-way convinced that Ant had some sort of sixth-sense about when Ted was in the forest. "Ant!" he called out, opening his eyes but unable to turn his head. "How mad would you be if I found a star-leaf? Just think! you spent allllll that time, and I found it months later!" He let out a giggle and almost fell over with how hard he was laughing. When he finally quieted down and righted himself, he saw that it wasn't Ant.
"Remus," he greeted, trying to put on a serious, but welcoming expression. Dora wanted him to get to know her... whatever. So he would. Except his face ended up too exaggerated, too happy, to really signify anything except his indulgence. His next words came out far brighter than he intended. "What're you doing here?"