He's supposed to be in love with her cousin. (But he isn't.)
He even knows it'd be perfect, a fairytale ending. (For her.)
Two best friends, falling in love and never looking back. (But he did. He looked back.)
That's when he saw her. (No cliché fairytales. No fake happiness because its expected. No perfectly timed fake smiles at just the right moment. No overly clichéd proposal.)
Teddy Lupin doesn't have to live a fake, plastic, cliché life with his best friend.
(He can have everything he's always wanted with the girl who has the wavy red hair that she sometimes dyes black, the girl with a habit of drinking just a bit too much, the girl who can't blow little round smoke rings, the girl who hates her last name and the expectations it gives her.)
(She can't wait to change her last name to his.)