Ted Tonks (ted_isme) wrote in platform_zero, @ 2015-09-23 10:46:00 |
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Who: Ted Tonks
What: Making a memory
When: Eaaaaarly Wednesday Morning
Status: Narrative/Memory for Narcissa Malfoy
Ted had been settling into island life with more of a relative ease than some of the other inhabitants. Sirius had spat that it was a sunshine-y way to look, and Ted wouldn't naysay him in that fact, but it was a fuck-ton better than his reality. And it had Andromeda there. And Frank, in one stable mind. And Dora, even if she was unnaturally quiet these days. Yes, it was a good deal better than being on the run and waiting for time and Catchers to inevitably have their way with him. He didn't even mind the fishing anymore.
Besides, a perk of fishing was that one got to make up their own hours. Once he had gotten the swing of it, Ted decided to experiment with factors such as time and tides in order to catch bigger, or at least different, fish. And this particular day, he had a mind to go nite fishing. It was a selfish thought, to be fair. He decided it based on the idea of spending time during the evening with Andie until she fell asleep. After trying to tidy his portion of the hut (and accidentally kicking a piece of his luggage during the process), Ted went over to Andromeda's place, cooked dinner that nite and allowed himself to forget for just a little while the strangeness of everything. Everything, that was, until he browsed through the journals and saw Charlie Weasley's entry about a Pensieve being on the island. For better or worse, it gave Ted an idea.
Once Andie was asleep, he scribbled a note in familiarly hurried but at least legible scrawl --