AN; Dedcated to BlehLupinRocks for giving me the drive to write more of this :)

Sighing frustratedly the crimson haired man threw yet another rejection letter in the fire. "Ted, love. You okay?" He made a noise of frustration that show he was, in fact, not okay in the slightest. Sighing slightly the blonde haired woman came to sit beside him, staring into the flames of the fireplace being used to keep out the October chill. "Maybe you should just give up, just stay home and look after Lucas?"

Teddy laughed bitterly. "Great, I get to be a house husband who relies on his wife for money. Here you go darling, here's a galleon, don't spend it all at once!" He glared at the flames again before putting his head in his hands. "This is not why my parents died fighting, Vic. They fought for a better world and yet, still, here we stand thirty two years later and prejudice is still as bad if not worse than it was before the war. I'm sick of this all I want is a job, a chance to earn a fricking income and do what I went to Hogwarts to do! I have so much knowledge of defence and spells and dark arts and charms and healing and yet no one is giving me a god damn chance!"

Victoire sighed softly. "Maybe you should try to be self employed, Ted."

"And do what? I don't want to be self employed because I don't have the brilliance for it! I don't have the thirst for business or the right skills to be able to set one up. All I want is to be a healer. It's all I've ever wanted ever since I was a little kid and the people at St Mungo's treated me after a particularly bad full moon. I looked up to them! I wanted to be them and this is what I get? Rejection after rejection both from Mungo's and the Ministry and even little private firms! I can't even get a muggle job because it'd lead to too many questions about why I'm off so much or why I have new scars every month!"

"You're not even trying, Ted! Why don't you ask Harry for a job, or George or even Ron? I'm sure they'd be happy to give you a job at the joke shop."

"I DONT WANT A JOB AT THE GOD DAMN JOKE SHOP!"

"You're not even trying, Ted!" she yelled back at him, getting angry and upset with him. "You say you want a job oh so desperately but you won't even turn to your family to help you! Harry would attempt to pull some strings in ten seconds flat and George could use someone to run his shop in Diagon Alley whilst he goes and opens up another one near Godric's Hollow. You're just being a stubborn git and you know it! Stop freaking getting yourself down and just deal with what you've got and ASK FOR SOME GOD DAMN HELP!"

"DID IT EVER OCCUR TO YOU I'D ALREADY ASKED AND EVEN THEY SAID NO?" Victoire gaped at him for a moment, opening and closing her mouth as she tried to think of something to say as she stared at the crimson hair and red face of her husband. "Did it ever occur to you," he said in a lower voice, "that I would already have a job if it were that simple?"

Teddy stood up, sending Victoire a nasty look before going to grab his shoes and winter cloak. At her askance of where he was going at eleven o'clock at night his simple reply of 'out' was all he gave her before taking off down the street to the alley down the road that he used as an apparation point. He was happy to see the leaky caldron filled with people when he walked up to the bar and asked for a glass of firewhiskey, downing it in one go when it was placed upon the bar in front of him. He motioned for another one whilst the bartender eyed him curiously. He also became aware of several other people watching the werewolf as he downed another glass. Feeling paranoid he disappeared off to the bathroom to check his reflection. He turned his hair from red to brown and morphed over the small cut that had appeared on his cheek from splinching himself.

He considered changing his appearance all together. After all, it would help with people not recognising him, and so probably would condone to less prejudice staring and judging. But for some reason, he could not bring himself to morph out of the face the reminded him so much of his father when he was Teddy's age. This was, after all, his true face. It held parts of both his mother and father in it and he was proud to be associated with them. Hell, he was even proud to be associated with werewolves because that's what his father was. He just wished that the rejection would leave society. It's only wrong when someone labels it as wrong, and that someone is the Ministry and their stupid pure-blooded laws and prejudices, despite the attempt to revoke them. It just wasn't fair, Teddy concluded.

Walking back out of the bathroom he went back to the bar and ordered another few drinks before setting down a couple of galleons on the bar and walking out around midnight. Effectively staggering the wizard pulled out his wand and apparated to the first place in which he could think of. Once there he staggered towards the door, knocking loudly. Smiling manically to the girl who opened the door. "HEYA LILS!" he called waltzing into the apartment. Lily stared at him for a moment wide eyed before recovering and shutting the door.

After muttering a quick silencing charm she rounded on him. "Teddy what the hell are you doing here at this time? And why are you so drunk? You know I have work in the morning!"

Teddy laughed to himself in a sarcastically bitter way. "Ah work, how lovely it must be to be able to provide for yourself and not have to rely upon others. Tell me, Lils. How does that feel?"

"You got rejected again, didn't you?"

"HA! Rejected, slandered, slaughtered. I mean really after that letter they might as well just send a killing curse straight at me and hang me from the top of the ministry with a big sign that says, 'Fuck me all you want, I'm totally open and I'll just take it because it's all I'm good for!'"

Resisting the urge to laugh at that comment Lily sat down on the place on the couch next to him before placing a comforting hand on his shoulder. "Isn't this something you should be talking to Vic about?"

"Tried. We rowed, again."

Lily sighed before pulling his hand to make him stand up. "Okay, c'mon Mr. Self – Sacrificing – Open –To-All. Let's get you to bed. You can sleep off the drunken state and then there will be a hangover potion waiting for you in the morning."

"Mmm, bed sounds good," he said huskily, pulling her closer to him and kissing her upon the lips. Lily giggled pulling away from him.

"If you think you're gonna get it up when you're this drunk you've got another things coming. Besides, Lysander's here and I don't think he'd appreciate you hitting on his girlfriend." She gave him a pointed look at that, causing him to glare back at her. "Now, c'mon. Let's get you to the spare bedroom and get you off to sleep. You're gonna need it."

She managed to lead him to the bedroom and get him settled down on the pillows as she began to remove his cloak and boots, putting them to the side before starting on his shirt and jeans. She ignored his mutterings about Lysander not being good enough for her and pulled the sheets back allowing him to jump into bed. Almost as soon as his head had hit the pillow his eyes were closed and he was fast asleep. Lily smiled down at him softly, ruffling his hair a little before going back through to her bedroom where Lysander was waiting up for her.

"So I'm not good enough am I?" he said with a skeptical expression. "Why on earth would he get that idea?"

Lily rolled her eyes slowly. "Ly, he's drunk, he's my dad's godson, of course he's going to be protective of me. He feels like it's his duty because we were so close when I was growing up. Don't worry, he won't be replacing you any time soon if that's what you're worried about."

Lysander scoffed at her as she climbed into bed. "Why would I be worried about that? Of course no one is going to replace me cause we just got engaged." He grinned widely at her, which she returned with a small smile. He kissed her softly on the lips before pulling her closer and wrapped his arms around her. "You are happy with me aren't you?" She nodded staring at the ring he had given her. "Good, now get some sleep babe, you have an early start tomorrow and you can't be healing patients if you're tired." She smiled softly before snuggling down into Lysander's arms.

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