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 Uptown Girl, Timmy!
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 Posted: Feb 4 2017, 04:06 PM
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88 Blenheim Crescent was about an hour away from Hither Green if one used public transport. All Gretchen would have to do was take the Tube from Holland Park Station to Bank Station, then walk to Cannon Street Station and take the train to Hither Green. How hard could it be? Well, turns out she’d never find out – or at least not today, as Anthony was adamant about not letting her undertake such a journey. It was ridiculous, she was fifteen, she always had a kneazlecat with her, and they were fine with sending her to Bora Bora and Switzerland – under school supervision, yes, but still. She should be allowed to take the underground and the train in her own hometown. Well, not on Anthony’s watch. Of course, he wouldn’t take her in full daylight either, and Gretchen was ready to just let it go. After all, it had just been a suggestion from Timothy, that they should meet up during the holidays given how they were both from London. She wasn’t sure how to respond to this, and in a way, her family’s overprotectiveness just gave her the perfect excuse to get out of it entirely, and avoid the unfamiliar sensation of having a friend who actually wanted to hang out with her.


Timothy on the other hand took this rather well, perhaps too well – suggesting they could have a sleepover instead of a regular visit. If anything, he was more excited about meeting up during the holidays now. Meanwhile, Gretchen had to spend the whole day idling, waiting for the sun to set and for Anton to wake up, fretting about what to pack and how she’d have to behave on a sleepover. Gretchen wasn’t exactly the kind of girl who got invited to sleepovers as a child, or birthday parties, or anything really. Isolating herself at Hogwarts didn’t help either, but now after five years she managed to make a bubbly, almost clingy friend, who either didn’t mind Gretchen’s stand-offish demeanour or simply did not notice. Her first reaction – an almost panicky reaction – was to decline. She ultimately didn’t because there was no reason, no logical reason at least, that wasn’t just her own anxiety. Timothy was a nice person and she liked having him around, he was a half-blood with a muggle father and he spoke of all kinds of things that the pureblood witch had never even heard of – it actually brought some of that childlike wonder and excitement back that she thought she had lost.


When they finally apparated in front of the Wilde’s home, dusk had fallen, and the temperature followed quickly, suggesting that the windows would be covered in varying patterns of frost by the following morning. The unpleasant sensation of apparating was so familiar to the two strangers who had just arrived in Hither Green that they barely even registered the discomfort, and the feeling certainly didn’t linger. Gretchen pulled her cloak closer around her while Anthony rang the doorbell, and allowed her eyes to wander and take in her new environment. A few cars were parked outside, but the street was deserted apart from the two of them, which wasn’t all that strange since most people were probably still eating dinner.


Her companion was a tall, effeminate young man with a gaunt face and blond ringlets, who dressed more like someone who was playing the lead in Phantom of the Opera than a butler, yet seemed much too young for either role. Anthony folded his hands behind him as he patiently waited for the footsteps on the other side of the door to reach them, while a mix of anxiety and excitement settled in Gretchen’s stomach. This seemed different than having roommates at Hogwarts somehow – those people hadn’t requested her presence any more than she theirs, and would all gladly ignore each other at bedtime or during morning rituals. However, sleepovers involved staying up late, and talking, and… she actually didn’t know, she had never been on a sleepover. She reminded herself that it was Timothy, that being in a room with him for the night was no big deal, and that it didn’t matter that he’d briefly see her without make-up in the morning. The girl finally took a deep breath and plastered a bright smile on her face for whoever opened the door.


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One could think that after fifteen years of living in one house with Timothy, his parents would be immune to his fits of excitement - and yet Daniel found himself in one of the cosy armchairs in the living room, pretending be asleep while it was close to impossible to sleep with Timmy running towards the windows like a neon-coloured puppy to press his nose against the cool glass, desperately waiting for his friend to arrive. “What if she’s not coming? She’d owl me, right?” Daniel heard his son’s voice, but he kept pretending to be tight asleep, his reading glasses still on his nose and a notebook resting on his lap. His fingers twitched just a little as he fought down the urge to reply - but he also knew that once he replied, there would be an endless amount of what if scenarios, and he would not even understand half of them because living with a witch and their magical child still did not make him a pro at the work processes of the wizarding world.

“Dad, I know you’re not sleeping!” The armchair swayed dangerously as Timmy plopped himself onto the armrest, ruining his father’s attempts of fooling him. Daniel popped one eye open and smiled at his son, a slightly exhausted expression on his face. The blue-haired boy had been running through the whole house ever since he woke up, only stopping to say his mother goodbye because she was taking the night shift. She had given him instructions on how to handle the kitchen devices, quite sure her son was going to order pizza, anyway. Bethany Wilde closed both her eyes when trying to act like the rest of her little family did not leave on fast food whenever she was at St. Mungo’s, but she had also expressed her desire to meet Timmy’s friend. The eagle was kind of convinced she thought Gretchen was his girlfriend, but he had not even thought about something like this ever before.

Daniel reached out and patted Timmy’s leg. “I’m sure she’s coming soon, just wait a little l-” but he could not even finish his sentence as the doorbell rang, and Timothy moved with light speed, dashing through the hall and almost colliding with the door. He cleared his throat and smoothed down his shirt, not even thinking about smoothing down his hair that had not seen a brush or comb today. He reached for the doorknob and opened, beaming widely as he finally spotted Gretchen - without noticing her companion. “There you are!” he greeted her happily, immediately pulling the poor girl in a hug. Behind her, he could see the Christmas decorations in the Wilde’s foregarden, the inflatable Santa beside the inflatable snowman, a sleigh with glowing reindeers on the lawns to the side and some more illuminations all over the house and the windows.

Thanks to those, the eagle’s gaze finally fell onto the young man who accompanied Gretchen, and he curiously gazed at him, eyes wide in excitement and fascination. The man looked a lot like one of those people on sappy romance novels Timmy’s mother loved to read, just a little more gloomy, and a little prettier as well. “Hello, are you coming for the sleepover, too?” Timothy finally bursted out, sending a beam in the young man’s direction. The more, the merrier, wasn’t it what they always said? “Oh man shit, come in, you must be freezing!” he added quickly and stepped aside to make room for Gretchen and the man.

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While Gretchen failed at suppressing her nervousness, and was absentmindedly fiddling with her cloak’s sleeves, Anthony stayed as rigid as a statue. The only hint of his own anxiety being the clenching of his jaw. He didn’t particularly like leaving Gretchen with people he didn’t know – hell, if it had been up to him, she wouldn’t have gone to Bora Bora, or Switzerland. But Arthur (her father, her actual, official father – he needed to remember that) was of the opinion that staying home during a school trip would make her lose face. It was the same reason why the Fausts attended all those Ministry parties that Gretchen clearly didn’t enjoy.


Of course, Anthony Hall didn’t know anyone outside of the Faust household anyway, which consisted of two children who were sent to boarding school, a workaholic who was never home, and a ghost. Anton had no social life, or even any hobbies. He was the sad housewife of a Fifties’ sitcom, who fussed all day until everything was perfect – for everyone else. Then after everyone was seen off, with their lunches neatly packed, the house was big and empty, with nobody in it who actually lived.


When the door opened, Gretchen didn’t have time to overthink how she was supposed to behave. With his characteristic enthusiasm, her classmate instantly threw his arms around her. The girl’s hand slipped from her escort’s arm and, though a bit stiff and awkward, gently squeezed her friend in return – hoping that would be enough. This touchy-feely thing was… new to her. Not bad, just new. Her excessively prim guardian on the other hand, would have looked downright shocked if he wasn’t already making a tremendous effort to keep a straight face. Anthony wasn’t sure what he had expected Gretchen’s friend to be like – but he certainly hadn’t imagined this boldness, or loudness, or blue hair.


This was really a bit hypocritical of someone with a set of teeth that should’ve belonged to a carnivoran mammal, rather than anything vaguely humanoid.


“I− goodness no,” he answered quickly – too quickly to be proper, though his lips barely moved while speaking – something he had learned early on. Like how people with braces stop smiling for photographs. He swiftly recovered his attitude, and made the vague gesture of a half-formed bow, “I’m merely accompanying her.”


Gretchen, now that she had been released from Timmy’s hug, found her own properness back, and explained, after a compulsory ahem, “Anthony, this is Timothy Wilde – we’re in the same year and house. Timothy, this is Anthony Hall, my−” Butler? Nanny? “…Caretaker.”


Feeling a bit awkward – because seriously, who had a butler? – and suddenly self-conscious, the girl turned back to address the not-so-young man who was more her parent than Arthur ever had been. “But now that I got here – I believe I have everything I need,” she tapped the leather bag that dangled from her shoulder, “I will see you tomorrow evening then?”


Her straight-laced custodian was still looking at Timmy, with pupils shrunk to mere dots thanks to the house’s bright artificial lighting. When the little witch addressed him, he turned his head, curls bobbing, and nodded curtly, getting the hint – though there was a glint of annoyance in his teal eyes that he knew only the girl would catch.


“Indeed I will,” he briefly looked back at the boy to politely nod in his direction as well, and tried to focus on how he had actually always wanted Gretchen to have friends. Maybe he would have been more comfortable if they had been a bit more reserved… or a girl… but that was old-fashioned of him, wasn’t it?
“I bid you a good night, Timothy, Gretchen,… do let me know if there’s… anything.”


He’d be lying to himself if he hadn’t rather stuck around to meet this Timothy’s parents – but then he knew it was better not to show his gaunt face to muggles – or anyone, really. And he did want Gretchen to have a good time here, didn’t he? Maybe she could have a normal childhood after all. Not that Anton knew what that looked like, but he could imagine it involved sleepovers with school friends. Thus, after a final “of course,” from Gretchen, the being took a mental leap and disapparated on the spot – leaving the two teenagers alone in the hall.


Gretchen's stiffness wasn’t anything like the formality that her companion had carried himself with. Instead, the Ravenclaw’s shoulders drooped a little, and she hunched forward just a tad as she had both of her hands clamped around the handle of her bag now, holding it tightly in front of her. “So,” she started, banning the nervosity away from her voice, like how she had taught herself to do years ago, “…here I am!”


This was going to be about fifty shades of new.


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Oblivious - and excited - as Timothy was and always had been, the boy did not notice the hint of awkwardness when he was squeezing Gretchen against his chest and clutching her like she was his beloved wife that had just returned from war - because let’s all be real here, if they were a married couple, she would clearly be fighting the battles while he remained at home, lost the children and burned down their house. Fortunately, they were neither married nor was there a war, and unfortunately he had to let go off his friend again while excitement slowly started dipping the roots of his hair in a fiery orange, which he - as usual - did not notice, too preoccupied with Gretchen’s support act who looked more like the headliner, when Timmy thought about it. His bicoloured gaze settled on the pretty dude, raising a dark brow at him before his lips shaped a pout for the endurance of approximately two seconds.

“Aw, not? Too bad, we could have had even more fun!” he chimed, because there was a reason why the saying went the more, the merrier. Although he had to admit the young man did not quite look like he enjoyed the company of teenagers who were not Gretchen too much. Please, Timothy was not judging - he was merely observing. “Caretaker? Does he do your gardens usually?” the blue-haired boy asked curiously, tilting his head before beaming at Anthony again. “You can call me Timmy!” he announced, by now having woken every child in the near neighbourhood with his loud and booming voice, earning him a “Timmy, please!” that echoed from the living room through the hallway, sounding both amused and exhausted and just like his dad. He did not bother with replying and watched the caretaker - Anthony- interacting with Gretchen, happily waving at him. “Good night, it was nice to meet you!” Hey, he might be bold and loud, but at least he had some manners.

He watched Anthony disappear, still amazed by people who could just poof like a quarter stick - without being ripped to pieces - before his friend had his full attention, and Timmy bopped up and down on his heels before grabbing the girl’s arm and dragging her gently into the house. “Yes, there you are! I’m so excited!” As if he had to mention this, as the orange in his hair was sipping down to the tips by now. “My mum’s not home yes but she’ll either pass by later or tomorrow morning because she’s got the night shift but you can meet my dad unless he pretends to be asleep again.” Timmy rattled through the information he needed to deliver without punctuation or breaks for breathing, leaving himself panting a little before gesturing towards the clothes hangers in the hallway. “You can leave your coat here - and your bag on the staircase, we can go up after dinner? Or before, I think dad didn’t start yet, come on!”

Without a single moment of hesitation, Timmy grabbed Gretchen’s hand and guided her towards the living room, where Daniel was rising from his armchair, running fingers covered in pen smears through his dark hair before he walked towards his son and the poor girl who had befriended him. A smile brightened his sleepy-looking face as he reached his hand towards Gretchen. “You must be Gretchen, Timmy didn’t stop talking about you - I have to apologize for us teaching him how to speak, he never stopped since that day,” Daniel joked, his other hand ruffling Timothy’s hair affectionately. “I heard dinner, but I don’t want to trouble you with my cooking skills - do you happen to like pizza?” he inquired, frowning because he was dealing with a young witch here, after all.

Once the essential questions - pizza? - were solved, Timothy tugged on Gretchen’s sleeve, beaming at her and barely able to keep still because he was just so happy that she had agreed to this sleepover. “Do you want to come and see my room until dinner’s ready?”

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