For the Quidditch League Fanfiction Competition. Using the prompts: puppy, "Keep looking at me like that, I dare you.", and jest. Plot thanks to Maggie!
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Sweet silence might be his favorite thing now, Teddy decided.
A heavy sigh of relief sent the dust motes dancing in the sunlight pouring in from the window. Up on the table he rested his feet. Books were stacked to the ceiling while others floated from shelf to shelf. Only the sound of quills scratching as they flew across parchment reached his ears, which were slightly pointier than usual.
Teddy reached a hand up to his hair, a dull brown the same color of his eyes. It was cropped close to his head, but otherwise nothing about it wasn't notable. Neither was anything else about him. No exotically colored hair or unusual eyes.
Deliberately he had morphed into regular-Joe in order to avoid the massive attention he had been attracting as of late. Attention had the tendency to get to his head but with the pressure of exams and Quidditch finals coming up, every word sent his way wracked his nerves six ways to Sunday.
Thus he retreated to the library. Or as he referred to it, the secret sanctuary.
Hushed murmurs rose from the aisle adjacent to his. Curiously Teddy stood and cocked his head toward them.
The words were mumbled and disconnected. There were spaces in between certain words where he couldn't imagine what was being said. "Should end it... isn't working... been toughing it out... weeks..."
Teddy realized that it was Victoire talking. But what was she going on about? Ending it? Isn't working?
A different voice piped up, also hushed and hurried. It must have been one of Victoire's girlfriends. "Isn't good for... you... not your... type..."
The voices quieted. Teddy slowly sat back down, in complete shock. Everything had come together.
Victoire was going to break it off.
Teddy buried his face in his hands. "Merlin..." he whispered. "I thought everything was okay."
For the longest time Teddy sat there, examining everything about their relationship like evidence in a terrible crime. For the life of him he couldn't think of anything that had happened to negatively affect Victoire's view on the relationship.
After so long Teddy rose out of the seat with a heavy sigh. His fingers fiddled with the hem of his scarlet tie. He had come to a conclusion. One that made him feel heavy with guilt.
He had to break up with Victoire first.