cold weather survival tips so y’all can start the new year with soft glowy skin
I posted a list of beauty tips for hot weather on my old blog at the beginning of the summer and it went over really well, so I thought I’d do a cold weather version now that we’re in peak chapped-lips-and-cracked-hands season.
Do yourself a favor by going to the nearest drugstore and buying the biggest tub of Vaseline/petroleum jelly you can find. 90% of Dry Skin Problems™ can be solved by slapping some Vaseline on there.
Seriously. Chapped lips? Use Vaseline as a lip balm. Dry, cracked heels? Slather those feetsies with Vaseline right before you go to bed (just put socks on to keep from getting your sheets all sticky) for an overnight moisturizing treatment. (You can do the same thing on your hands if they’re dry and cracked!) I’ve even used Vaseline to fix severe dry patches on my face and neck. This stuff is a lifesaver.
(You might also wanna get one of those tiny mini tubs to keep in your jacket pocket or in your bag, so you’ll always have it on you. It works way better than lip balm and is the only thing that can keep my lips from cracking and bleeding all winter long.)
While you’re at the store, it’s a good idea to invest in a good lotion. Most scented lotions (especially Bath & Body Works brand) actually make my dry skin worse because of the perfume in them, so you might want to look into an unscented formula. Try to avoid formulas that contain alcohol (which is sometimes used to make the lotion absorb faster) because they’ll dry you out worse than before.
I always recommend using lotions and moisturizers made for sensitive skin even if your skin isn’t actually sensitive, because they don’t have as many harsh ingredients that might draw moisture out of your skin! Looking for formulas with all-natural ingredients (like Burt’s Bees and Yes To) is another good way to avoid heavy chemicals.
Replace your makeup remover with olive oil. It melts makeup right off, and you don’t have to scrub at your face like you do with a lot of makeup removers. It’s also super hydrating and makes my skin feel SO SOFT after I use it. (Just be sure to wash it off with a cleanser before you go to bed.) A lot of people use coconut oil the same way, but I’ve never tried it so I can’t speak for how well it works compared to olive oil.
If your foundation sticks really noticeably to the dry patches on your face, a good hydrating makeup primer can help a lot. e.l.f. has really good, really cheap primers that I swear by, and they even have one specifically made for dry skin! (And you can find them at Walmart and most drugstores, so you can swing by and pick it up while you’re getting your groceries.)
Avoid “matte” or “mattifying” foundation formulas in general if your skin is really dry, because they’ll just make your dry patches more noticeable. Use a “satin finish” or “dewy finish” foundation instead, and if you want to make it look more matte you can always set it with a powder to take away the shine!
If your lips are really dry and scaly, the best thing to do is just exfoliate the dead skin away. You can make your own lip scrub really easily by mixing sugar with either olive oil or honey, and just rub it on your lips to buff off the dry skin. Be sure to follow with Vaseline or a good lip balm!
As a matter of fact, you should really be exfoliating your entire face once or twice a week, especially if you have really dry skin. You can buy exfoliating scrubs at the store for a few bucks or make your own. (My favorite is a homemade scrub with 1 tablespoon of cooled green tea, 2 tablespoons of sugar, and a few drops of tea tree oil. It makes my skin soooo soft and helps fade my acne scars.)
Consider replacing your moisturizer with a face-safe oil like jojoba or rosehip at night. (I wouldn’t recommend using olive oil or coconut oil for this though, because they’re a little too heavy.) I started using rosehip oil every night to help with the scarring on my face, and it makes my skin feel so good. It doesn’t absorb right away, so it’s almost like sleeping in a face mask every night, and you wake up with a baby-soft face. This is the first winter I haven’t had really dry patches on my face, and I think using facial oils has a lot to do with it.
If your lipstick is drying out your lips, use a very light layer of Vaseline as a lip primer! This also makes the lipstick go on smoother – I’ve been using this trick for chalky/streaky lipsticks for years. (I told you, Vaseline is a lifesaver.)
I know everyone on tumblr is always saying this, but it really is important; you gotta stay hydrated. Drink water. (Drinks like soda actually dehydrate you, so it really does have to be water.) If your skin is just feeling a little dryer than usual, it could be because you just aren’t getting enough water. Increasing your water intake is a really easy, completely free way to help your skin out.
And fyi, these tips aren’t just for girls! If you’re a guy with dry skin, feel free to use any and all of the things I talked about in this post! Taking care of your body is gender neutral and everybody deserves to have nice skin.
I didn’t plan on banging on my boyfriend’s door at 4 AM, smashed out of my mind, but as it was I had had way too many tequila shots and now the bar was closed and instead of going home I was at Harry’s house.
“Baby, wake up!” I yelled as I banged on the door, “I’m sorry! Let me in! Just wanna see you!”
It took about ten minutes of this, plus a few ignored calls to his cellphone before the door swung open and I was greeted by my very grumpy boyfriend. He was shirtless and his hair was all over the place as he glared at me. I reached up to trace the imprint of his pillow that was currently on his cheek and giggled, “You look really tired.”
He pushed my hand away, “Well, it’s 4 AM and I was sleeping before someone decided to create a ruckus outside my house.”
I giggled again, “Ruckus… What a fun word.” I kept laughing and ended up swaying, causing me to lose my balance.
“Easy!” Harry reached out and steadied me before sighing and pulling me inside. “How much did you drink tonight?”
I hiccuped. “Not sure. Lost track.”
“C’mon.” He guided me to the kitchen, stifling a yawn, “Let’s get you something to eat.”
I frowned as he sat me down at the table, “Aren’t you mad at me?”
“Yes.” He said without looking at me, rifling through the refrigerator. “But it would be very hard to be mad at you if I had to bring you to the hospital for alcohol poisoning.”
We had had a fight earlier in the evening, resulting in me storming off and getting drunk. It was a stupid argument, really. Well, not exactly stupid, I guess, depending on who’s side you were on.
He pours me a glass of water from the Brita pitcher and sets it in front of me. “Drink.”
I smirk, “Got any vodka?” He glares at me. “Kidding, jeez.” I murmur and roll my eyes before taking a sip of water. “What a grump.” He turned back to the fridge, “Harry, I’m really sorry. For what I said earlier.”
“That’s not the point.” He took out some bread and jam before turning to the cupboard and grabbing some peanut butter. My favorite drunk snack. “I don’t care that you said some… not nice things. I care that you made that decision without me after you told me you were doing the exact opposite.”
“It wasn’t your decision to make!”
“I’m not having this argument again.” He spread the peanut butter on the bread. “I’m too tired.”
“If you wanted a girl to follow you around wherever you went then you chose the wrong one.”
He pushed the sandwich over to me, “That’s never what I wanted and you know it. I just thought it’d be nice to spend the summer together and I’m worried about you. You’re working too hard. You need a break.”
I raised my eyebrows before taking a bite of the sandwich, “Me? I’m working too hard? That’s rich coming from you.”
He sighed, “Chew and swallow, love.” I listened, but glared at him the whole time. “Good girl.” He yawned again.
“I’m not a dog.” I muttered before taking another bite.
He shook his head and walked away from the table, “Come to bed when you’re done.”
He turned, “What?”
I put down the sandwich, “I don’t… I don’t want to go to bed mad at each other. S’why I came here instead of going home.”
“Sweetheart…” He walked back over to me and curled a piece of hair behind my ear before cupping my chin, “If we couldn’t settle this while you were sober I don’t think we’ll make much progress with you in your current state.”
I grabbed his hand and held it in my lap, playing with his fingers, “You didn’t come find me. You always come find me.”
He sat down in the seat next to me, “Didn’t think you wanted to be found, love. You made it very clear when you left you didn’t want to be around me.”
I smiled shyly at him, “I was lying.”
He gave me a small smile and gently ran the back of his knuckles across my cheek, “I think you’re going to wake up tomorrow and regret telling me all this.”
“I know I promised I’d spend the summer traveling with you, but I just… this is the biggest opportunity I’ve ever had. I’m never going to be offered a job like this again. I can’t turn it down.” I trailed off as I looked at him. He looked so sad, but there was also understanding somewhere in those eyes. “I’m sorry.”
He shrugged, “It’s fine, just wish you had told me sooner.” He lightly patted my thigh, “I am really proud of you, love. I hope you know that. I’m just selfish, want you all to myself.” He gave me a small smile, but I could see he was still upset.
“I get that you wanted to spend the summer with me, but this feels like there’s something else bothering you.”
He watched me for a moment, “You’re going to laugh at me.”
I shook my head, “Won’t, I promise.”
Harry sighed, “I’m just afraid… You’ll fall out of love with me if we don’t see each other over the summer.”
I stared at him, “Do you really have that little faith in our relationship?”
“Well… No… I just…” He started to smile, “I guess, when you put it like that, it does sound a bit silly.”
“Yeah.” I smiled, “Very silly.” I leaned in and kissed him.
“Mmm…” he pulled away, frowning in thought as he smacked his lips together, “Tequila?”
I laughed, Harry had a talent for guessing my drinks just from kissing me. “Correct.” I pressed another quick kiss to his mouth, “In all seriousness I am so ridiculously in love with you and nothing will ever change that. Okay?”
He nodded and pressed his lips to my forehead. “I’m sorry. I love you.”
“Next time tell me what’s really bothering you first so I don’t have to suffer through a hangover to figure it out.”
Description: After finally coming face to face with Jughead after six years you don’t get the reception you’d exactly wanted.
Word Count: 2162
A/N: I am sorry this is so long, omg. I tried to cut it down but I don’t want to rush straight into everything because I know personally I like seeing things progress and stuff, y’know. BUT ANYWAY. I hope you enjoy it and let me know what you think <3
It felt like time had come to a stand still as you stared across from each other. Six years. That’s how long it had been since you’d laid eyes on each other. By sheer coincidence you’d sat yourself down next to the person you’d been looking forward to seeing for all those years. He was so different yet the more you looked at him, the more you saw that he was still Jughead. He was still that boy that had made your childhood years the best they possibly could be. All you wanted to do was speak and say something but nothing came to mind. What were you even supposed to say to someone you hadn’t seen in six years? A simple hello definitely wouldn’t suffice. Thankfully for you Jughead was the first to speak up, his voice so quiet you barely caught it.
“You still have it,” he stated, his eyes locked back onto your necklace. Out of habit, your hand went to grip the little crown as you moved your gaze to glance at it too then back up to Jughead.
“Yeah. I… haven’t taken it since the day you gave me it.” Admitting that might have sounded really lame to some people but it meant the world to you. It was the one thing you had left to remind you of him and your past life in Riverdale.
For a moment you were sure you saw the hints of a smile forming on his face. He looked away from the necklace back up to you. “I never thought I’d see you again.”
“so many fortunate days passed by without being noticed at all. one unfortunate one was all it took to overshadow any sliver of excitement life had to offer. wasn’t everything always just that way—a terrific tragedy.” // this is my usual set up for writing. over the summer i went to starbucks (my town really has nothing better) about four times a week for several hour long sittings and finished writing the novel i’ve been mulling over for about four years. a few weeks ago i decided to start a second one. here’s to hoping it doesn’t take four years to finish & here’s to hoping that it’s not total shit.
Author’s Note: So, this is going to be a Jughead/OC story. I’ve ALWAYS loved Betty/Jughead from the time I was a kid when I read the comics but I couldn’t help but create an OC after watching Riverdae SOLELY for my own entertainment. Hope you guys like it!
A warm breeze blew through Marley Morrison’s long, blonde hair as she made her way down Heath Street towards Betty Cooper’s house. It was early, too early if she was honest but it was the first day of school – the official end of summer vacation – and though that thought was enough to make her cry, the thought of seeing Betty and the rest of the gang put an extra little pep in her step.
Hearty as an Ox Madara/Tobirama Words: 2,079 Rating: Gen - Sypnosis: Go home, Tobi, you’re sick. Pure fluff set in IzunaIsAlive!AU. -
Tobirama slumps in his office chair, contemplating on
committing the one act that is unheard of when considering his stubborn,
prideful hide; defeat.
Aches jostle every fibre of his muscles. His head is pulsing
like an angry, bleeding wound – Hashirama could’ve grown branches out of his
desks, repeatedly slam it on his forehead, and neither the frequency, nor the
severity of the throbbing would change. Chills penetrate his armour, making him
quiver. Exhaustion threaten to drag his eyelids close. Pure stubbornness had gotten
him dressed, fed and to his office this morning, but is quickly leaking out of
A sniffle escapes from him. Tobirama sighs and reaches for a
Around him is the hum, thrum and drum of chakra signatures,
adding to the pounding his head. Times like these, being an astounding sensor
becomes a double-edged sword. One aggravating chakra signatures is bouldering
their way towards him, and Tobirama grips his letter opener for his customary
His door slams open. “Senju–,” Madara seamlessly ducks as
the letter opener goes flying over his head. “That’s a pretty weak throw. You’re
losing your touch, Senju. Anyhow, I’ve got a bone to pick with you.”
Any other, normal,
person would take one look at the pure, unadultered hatred burning in his eyes, and body flicker away screaming. Not
this buffoon. No, this monkey is the type to poke a growling tiger with a stick
whilst snickering and end up wondering why he’s getting clawed to pieces.
Maybe Madara will catch fire from the heat of his glare,
wouldn’t that be ironic.
“What do you want, Uchiha?” snarls Tobirama, then cringes
because a snarl is only half as effective when it rings this nasally.
Madara’s jaw snaps shut. A leather gloved hand comes up to
tuck a wad of spiky fringe behind his ear, and the dark, soulless eyes roam up
and down Tobirama’s face. “You’re sick.”
“I’m not,” denies Tobirama. It would have been convincing,
if not for the pile of tissues in the rubbish bin beside him. Face stiff and
stony, Tobirama shuffles a foot over to tuck the rubbish bin under his desk –
Summary: You come to Korea to visit your family after you graduate from college. Soon, you find yourself falling for a guy you meet online. There’s only one problem—you’re only in the country for thirty-one days.
You weren’t sure what you expected when you landed in South Korea. You’d been here once, years ago, when you were young. You didn’t remember much, other than the fact that you went over the summer and that it was really hot and that you hated kimchi.
Now that the wrestling sessions came up, will Damen let Nikandros teach Laurent or will he step in as the only Official Trainer? Possibly with proper rules and no clothes in the way?
‘Mmmm…cabbage…cabbage…’ Qrow thought, searching for one of the many ingredients on Summer’s errand list at Patch’s farmer’s market.
“I’m so sorry to ask you to do this, baby, since you just got back last night, and if I could go by myself I would, but–”
“Short-Stack, calm down! Don’t worry! It’ll give me a good excuse to look for some maintenance supplies and dust cartridges for myself. Besides, you could use a break from the girls.” He winked, grabbing his wallet and shoving it into his back pocket.
“Thank you so much, Qrow. This way I can get things cleaned up and have the house in order! It really hasn’t been, since…” Summer trailed off, glancing over to Taiyang, and formerly Raven’s, door. Her eyelids heavily hung on her face, and Qrow could see dark circles starting to show on her face.
An ache grew in his heart, feeling the crushing absence of his twin sister. It had been three months, and his brother-in-law still refused to come out of his room, leaving Yang in the care of Qrow’s wife, Summer. Muddles, negative emotions began to fester in his chest. How Raven could just abandon poor, sweet Yang and her husband was beyond him. Matters were only made more stressful with Qrow and Summer’s own offspring, Ruby, coming into the world. He tried not to blame Tai, but when he entrusted his ‘Short-Stack’s safety into the blond huntsman’s hands, along with his tiny ‘Petal’, a sense of regret and hate resided in his chest. His family was in the hands of his depressed, recluse of a brother-in-law, and though he sympathized with him, had grown increasingly bitter towards him in the last few weeks.
Two children for a new mother was just too much to handle by herself, especially a ball of energy like Yang, and Summer’s frantic exhaustion was the evidence for it. Blinking back his hurt feelings and building anger, he simply stroked Summer’s head and allowed her silky hair to run along his palm. She moaned in response to his touch and leaned her head against his chest.
“Feels good…” She mewed, which elicited a chuckle to rumble against her head.
“Well, we will be back in a few hours. Clean the house, and then why don’t you relax? Take a nap.” He leaned in closer to her, voice growing husky and deep, “Then maybe we can share a warm, stress-relieving bath tonight.”
Summer whipped her head to meet illuminated, maroon eyes and a crooked smile; his crooked smile. Her cheeks flushed and a similar smirk laced her lips in response.
Planting a quick kiss against her soft lips, Qrow walked over to Ruby’s crib and picked up his sleepy, quiet daughter. Her feathery, thick hair brushed up against his neck, tickling him slightly. Qrow wondered if she would keep her feathery hair, a trait from her father, or if it would turn to silk like mommy.
“Yang,” Summer called. ‘Go with your uncle to help him with the errands, okay sweetie?’
A thunderous clap of feet against hardwood raced toward Summer. Turning the corner into Summer and Qrow’s bedroom, Yang jumped up and down to see her Uncle.
“WE GO OUT?” She hollered, excited to leave the house she had been cooped up in for the past week.
In unison, Summer and Qrow put a finger to their lips and shushed the loud child. Yang cupped her mouth in response. Qrow giggled at her, his adorable little firecracker of a niece, whose hair was as blonde as Tai’s and yet ever wild, like her mother’s. She was the best blend of the two.
“Yes, sweetie,” Qrow nodded, “you have to use your inside voices around Ruby, though, Yang. She’s sleeping right now.”
Yang nodded, mouth still covered by her hands. Together, the trio left the house, with Yang leading the way in a display of cartwheels, jumps, and “UNCW QWOW! WOOK! WOOK WUH I CAN DO!”
‘Ah, there it is.’ Final item on the grocery list done, Qrow heard a loud yawn come from his shins as he payed for Summer’s dinner ingredients. He turned to see his niece leaning up against a wooden beam that held the vegetable stand up.
A half-lidded, groggy face turned up to him, only yawning again in response. Shifting her weight, Yang threw herself against his leg, tugging on his pants.
“No more. No more walking. Sleepy.” The little three year old had done spectacular while on their outing, and Qrow knew that soon after the exhaustion would come a tantrum. Yang and tantrums usually caused major destruction, breaking and burning everything within a 5 mile radius.
Shuffling his bag, he leaned down to be level with Yang. “You’re doing great, Firecracker. We need to pick up just a few more items. How about I carry you and you can take a nap like Ruby?” The infant SEW shifted in Qrow’s arms, nuzzling under his chin and seemingly trying to get even closer to her Dad. Yang eyed Ruby, starting to look jealous of all the attention she realized the little baby was getting, and furiously nodded her head.
“UP!” She bounced on her heels, and mid bounce, Qrow caught her. A giggle escaped the girls lips as she snuggled up against her uncles chest. Throwing her arms around his neck and wiggling her legs, she found a comfy position, and cued Qrow that he could pick his bag of food back up, and continue to shop.
Looking at his list, his legs began taking him towards the weapons shop. A few new gears and some dust cartridges would be coming home with him, along with some more dust ammunition for his wife.
Feeling both daughter and niece rub their faces against his neck, Qrow’s heart warmed, overjoyed and feeling very blessed for his tiny, perfect family.
I will color this sometime tomorrow. For right now, it is just a line art.
As always, Ruby clings to Daddy’s necklace. I haven’t done a piece with Ruby, Yang, and Qrow in a few weeks, so I hope you all enjoy this!
You are free to color this if you like. Just please give me credit.
My Student Scholar’s Day presentation was so much more successful than I thought it would be. Wow. I mean WOW. I know that the amount of work and care I put into things like presentations (or, really, communication in general) suggests that, yes, my work should be “good” and not “bad”. Better than those who don’t give a single shit, at the least. But the feedback I got was seriously incredible. And not just on my outfit.
Immediately after my presentation when I sat down, the physics department chair (who is also my physics major advisor and QM professor) said to me, “I’ve never seen you present before. But you really have a knack for this. Seriously. Where did you learn to do that?” I did not have an answer for him. But he again congratulated me and shook my hand. Dr. C was impressed and shook my hand. He is the professor I want to impress most! I look up to him in almost every way! He’s a theoretical quantum physicist! He’s the best professor I’ve ever had! My #1 favorite! He is amazing at communicating course material! The best presenter I know! Ahh! Even now I’m still flustered thinking about that compliment.
My research advisor followed suit and also shook my hand. But I was so surprised and fangirl-y that Dr. C was congratulating me so highly that I honestly don’t remember what my research advisor said to me in that moment. Lol.
Then I was whisked away by some nice girl with a camera who interviewed me. She asked me who I was, my major, what my research is, how I like my advisor, how I like my college, etc. That was completely unexpected so I hope I sounded competent.
Apparently my dad was chatting with the biology department head earlier and after I was taken aside, she asked him to congratulate me for her, because she was impressed. I’m surprised she remembered me because I dropped her Cell & Molecular Biology class when I decided not to do biochem anymore.
The feedback from other students was mostly generic but positive. Interpret that as you will.
I later attended the poster session so I could see my friends’ work (and get some free food). While I was there I received a lot more congratulations from various chemistry, physics, and even biology faculty.
i feel like next school year will b so lit..i’m gonna start the year off punk and i’ll have 2 art classes and an astronomy class and a psychology class n those will b fun. and there’ll be a whole new batch of art kids (potential friends) and it’ll just!! b a lot better i think
Hey Emma! Do you have any advice for future college freshman looking to recover from senioritis over summer? I really need to get my life back together before school starts in fall haha
Hi! Here are a few things that might help:
get all your stationery - a bag, pens, pencil case, binders, plastic sleeves, calculator, etc. Honestly, stationery shopping is the best part of the new year!
print out your school syllabus - if you can access it, then print it out and just have a look. It is worth getting to know it!
check out any books or textbooks - often big exams will have revision books available to purchase so see if you can get a hold of them. If you’ve already got a textbook, have a quick read through it!
figure out a planning/organisation system that works for you - you might already have one but if not, try figure out. It could be just a regular weekly planner, a bullet journal, a digital calendar. Whatever works! Add in any dates that you already know.
find a note taking system - I’ve used the same format for all my notes for the past 3 years so I guess I’ve found mine! You can see it here.
print off your readings - I can access mine from the moment the subject outline goes online. I can then download them, print them at my local Officeworks and bind them so I have everything in one place.
clear your desk - a massive thing I do each term. Have a clear out, get rid of things you no longer need or use. Throw out stationery that doesn’t work or isn’t from this year. Establishing places to sort things is also great for general organisation - for instance, in my desk I have draws for uni work/info, stationery, notebooks, my arc notebook + inserts/accessories, and just random stuff I use (like usb’s, post it notes).
organise your desktop/computer - I always make a folder for the year and put files for each semester it in and then one folder for each class. It is the easiest way to organise!
Man Rick and Morty knocked it out of the park with A Rickle In Time, with it’s rapid fire dialogue impecable pacing and terrific characterization even little subtle hints at past episodes. Coupled with wonderfully creative animation and a magnificent story.
Truly this was a great episode, and I loved every minute
“can I request a Gryffindor!reader x Edward Remus (Teddy) Lupin? Reader is a family friend of the Potter’s and ends up at their house over the summer holiday. Reader is really anxious and keeps to themself a lot and calls Teddy ‘Edward’ usually. He’s one of the only ones who can get through to the reader emotionally. You pick where it goes from there.” ~Anon
Oh. My. Goodness. Let me just say that this imagine request is so cute! I’m sorry that it took me forever to write this. I’ve just started back to school, and I already have a ton of assignments to do. I finally found some extra time, and I have enjoyed it so much (just because writing requests is one of my favorite things to do). I hope you like it!😊😘
Y/n took a deep breath. There she was, standing at the front door of the Potters’ residence. She felt a bit nervous, though she’d been here many times before. She didn’t really like being surrounded by a lot of people. All she wanted to do was hang out with her best friend, Teddy. Finally, she knocked.
Y/n opened her eyes to see a little redheaded girl standing in front of her. Before the both of them could speak, a voice interrupted the silence from inside.
“Lily, what have I told you about answering the door?”
“But, Mummy!” She smiled sweetly. “It’s y/n!”
The woman turned to her. “Oh! Y/n! It’s so nice to see you!” she said, giving her a hug. “Come in, come in!”
Y/n walked inside and looked around the living room with interest. The room hadn’t changed, but it always felt different each time she visited. Sh couldn’t understand why, though. It was a mystery.
“Just set your bags down by the sofa.” Ginny directed. “I’ll take them up after dinner.”
Footstep were heard running around upstairs.
“Did mum say dinner?” James asked Albus, who seemed just as ecstatic.
The two boys ran down the stairs and straight into the kitchen.
Teddy wasn’t too far behind. He chuckled at their excitement and rolled his eyes as he walked over to y/n.
“Y/n!” he exclaimed. “It’s so great to see you!”
“It’s great to see you as well, Edward.”
At dinner, Harry and Ginny told everyone about Fred and George’s pranks on Umbridge and how McGonagall didn’t seem to care.
“So, y/n.” Harry began, “What’s one thing your going to miss after this year at Hogwarts?”
She froze in her place. She hadn’t really thought about this being her last year. “Ummm…” fidgeting with her fingers, Teddy answered in her place. “Definitely not the moving staircases.”
Harry and Ginny laughed at his response. However, James looked horrified.
“The stairs move?”
Teddy smirked. “You get used to them after a while.”
Dinner seemed to go on forever. Y/n kept to herself mostly, besides the few times when she would get asked to pass the salt or the usual questions about her past school years. She let out a silent sigh of relief when dinner had finally ended. Ginny took her bags up to the guest room, and at last, she was alone, until someone knocked on her door.
She got up from her spot and opened the door to see Teddy with a huge grin on his face. “May I come in?”
She nodded with a small smile, shutting the door behind them. Sitting back down, she waited for him to talk.
“You seemed really quiet at dinner.” he stated, sitting down beside her. “Is everything alright.”
Y/n nodded. “I’m fine.”
Again, she nodded.
The room was silent. The both of them sat there, staring at the floor. James, Albus, and Lily were heard in the hallway, running back and forth with echoing laughter.
Teddy chuckled. “They’re so loud.”
Y/n remained silent.
“Are sure you’re okay?”
Y/n sighed. “I’m just nervous is all.” “Why are you nervous, y/n?”
Shrugging, she spoke again. “I just hadn’t thought about this being my last year at Hogwarts.” She paused, taking a deep breath. “And, I just… you know…
Teddy took over their conversation. “It is unnerving, yeah. I don’t know the least about living on my own, providing an income, or even finding a job for that matter. Now you’ve got me thinking about it!”
She giggled lightly.
“So…” He brushed his fingers through his hair. “What will you miss most about Hogwarts?”
Y/n knew exactly what she’d miss most. She just didn’t want to say it. Her stomach tightened more and more as each millisecond passed, causing her to fidget with her fingers like she had done at dinner.
Placing his hand on top of hers, he gave her a warm, reassuring smile. “You can tell me.”
She took a deep breath. “You.”
Biting her bottom lip nervously, she continued. “Yeah. Like, hanging out with you by the lake and in the library, partnering up in classes for projects, and just… you.”
To y/n’s surprise, his smile only got bigger.
“Don’t you think, for one second, that we’re never going to see each other again after this year, because you know that I’ll be over all the time to eat chocolate and talk about why Hufflepuff is better than Gryffindor.”
Knowing that last part was a joke, she giggled slightly.
“Besides…” he continued. “We still have a whole school year full of adventure waiting for us.”
The door burst open and the three Potter kids ran in.
“Teddy!” Lily exclaimed, grabbing his hand and trying to drag him from his spot. “Come play with us!”
James rolled his eyes annoyance. “Please…”
Albus walked over to y/n. “I want y/n on my team.”
Teddy laughed at the chaos going on in front of him. “What if I want y/n on my team?”
James eyed the two of them carefully, knowing that something was going on.
Y/n smiled sweetly at Teddy. “Albus already called me, Edward. I’m sorry.”
Lily raised her arms from her sides. “Who’s Edward?”
“I am.” Teddy stated. “‘Teddy’ is just a nickname.”
James slowly left the room, trying to hide his laughter, but failing.
“WHY ARE YOU LAUGHING?” Lily shouted. “IT’S HIS NAME!”
James came back in. “Not telling.”
Lily’s shouting continued. “YOU HAVE TO TELL, JAMES!”
While the three children argued about James’ secret, Teddy placed his hand back on top of y/n’s. She bit her lip with a small grin as she turned her face toward the wall next to her.
James took notice, and soon enough, told his secret in a sing-song tone.
“Teddy has a girlfriend.”
Lily looked offended. “HIS NAME IS EDWARD!”
He laughed. “OKAY!” He took a deep breath and went back to his chanting. “Edward has a girlfriend. Edward has a girlfriend!”It didn’t take long for the other two to chime in.
Teddy’s face turned red with embarrassment. “Guys…”
Albus looked at y/n with a cheesy smile. “He talks about you all the time.”
Y/n giggled. “Is that true?”
Lily nodded over dramatically. “All. The. Time.”
Y/n continued to giggle as she stared at the floor nervously.
“This isn’t how I intended to ask you out, but…” He paused. “Would you like to be my girlfriend?”
She looked up from the floor and into his currently blue eyes. “I would like that very much.”
Without hesitation, he kissed her cheek.
Lily gasped from the cuteness. “Aww!”
James simply giggled and started chanting again. “Edward has a girlfriend! Edward has a girlfriend!”
Albus and Lily soon chimed in, and the three of them quickly made their way into the hall so the whole house could hear the news.
“EDWARD HAS A GIRLFRIEND! EDWARD HAS A GIRLFRIEND!”
Teddy and y/n laughed with embarrassment and happiness.
Maybe y/n’s last year at Hogwarts wouldn’t be as sad as she thought it would be.