Tᴜᴄᴋᴇʀ. Sixth year Hufflepuff at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. I enjoy long walks by the Black Lake, my feline familiar Crow, and sweet maryjane. Photography aficionado and classic rock devotee. I rarely make sense and I've got secrets, just like everyone else.
It was just after dinner and the sun was rapidly setting, bright yellow, orange and magenta cotton-ball clouds scattered across the evening sky. The temperature outside was pleasantly warm for early September, a light breeze blowing against his cheeks. Tucker had grabbed his pack of cigarettes and dashed outside just after dinner ended, determined to get at least a couple deep drags in before it got too dark, too cold, or he was forced to stop by some sort of authority figure.
Rifling through a ratty leather rucksack, small, barely audible grunts escaping his lips every few seconds, Tucker finally breathed a sigh of relief. With shoulder’s sagging, he removed a small, palm-sized camera from its depths, eyes twinkling. Finally taking notice of his company, he locked gazes with his classmate, the corners of his mouth turning up. “Looks like it’s your turn.”
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Katie leaned back in her bar chair, taking note of the still changes that were made obvious in tucker, no more baby fat and a new aura of confidence was set about him. Nothing like she remembered him to be in Hogwarts. Taking a short sip from her drink she looked at Tucker with a board smile, “Let me buy you a drink mate! Malcolm, get me another pint there love, for my friend here. He’s trekked around Brazil just a few hours ago, he needs a stiff one.” Katie winked at Tucker and reached around her neck to loosen the tie that sat there chocking her, it was rare that she still had her tie tight after finishing work. Actually it was rare for her to be alone without any other trainees hanging around the dusty bar that was their usual haunt. “Nope, I have another month left on my training bill, then I gotta work my way up and about, but luckily for me I’m on great terms with my boss. Then you’ll be calling me Auror Katherine Thorne you will mate,” Katie watched as the bartender passed Tucker a drink and she tapped the wood for Malcolm to fill up her glass. “Well good, if she wasn’t alive I’d have to kill you and with my training I can literally make it look like an accident. Cass and I… oh you know, off and on, we’re busy people and I’m a little… ahhh… high-strung as it were. But right now we’re kind of together I suppose. But even if we weren’t she’s my best-friend so she’ll be around. Though now that you and Mae are back in the country I demand some time with the pair of you.” Katie’s newly filled glass took a stop next to her elbow and she gaze the bartender a lopsided grin, “Oi mate—” Katie lifted her glass, “Cheers to surviving Brazil, welcome home.”
Tucker watched on, amused, as Katie chatted with the barkeep—Malcolm, apparently—like an old pal. He liked knowing that Katie had a place she was very obviously comfortable in, even if it was just a silly little hole-in-the-wall. He nodded at the gruff, middle-aged man, raising his glass to him, and then to Katie, before swallowing half the goblet in one go. He let out a burp, hand immediately flying up to his mouth, a stream of apologies following just after. “It’s… been a few weeks since I’ve been around people. Or beer.” He licked his lips, staring down at the glass hungrily. It wasn’t even close to being the greatest beer he’d ever had, but in that moment, it was practically the elixir of life. “Shite, lassie. I’ll be sure not tae break any laws whilst in your presence—magical or otherwise. I value my life, freedom… magic… what exactly can you do, actually? Could you actually kill me without blinking an eye?” He lowers his voice, eyes narrowing as he leaned in closer. “I double-dog-dare you, Katherine Thorne.” Snickering, Tucker picked up his beer again, finishing the rest of the glass before shooting Malcolm a big grin. Meeting Katie’s gaze again, Tucker nods slowly, mouth in a small frown. “As long as there’s love, nothing else matters. Love is everything.” He felt his cheeks heat up a little and he stuck the end of his thumb between his teeth again. It felt so strange talking about grown up relationships with anyone, but especially Katie fucking Thorne. How was this his life? “Yeah, yeah—absolutely! How much free time’ve you got? You’re certainly more… preoccupied than the pair of us.”
Katie laughed as she moved forward to wrap Tucker into a tight hug one she hadn’t given her friend in a number of years. She had missed him, well Maeko too since she was one of her best friends. Katie felt tears pricking at the corners of her eyes before pulling out of the bracing hug, her fingers wrapped around biceps that were much larger than she remembered them to be. Everyone was separated now, traveling, working, starting careers and for a few even families. But Tucker was the same, he looked… well older. Cleaner. Stronger and far more bright than she even remembered him at Hogwarts. But she supposed she looked different too, “I’ve been brilliant! Staying here in good old London, working my ass off to finish this gods damn program! Merlin, where have you and Mae been? The last time I got a letter you two were off in the Mediterranean prancing about like a pair of buffoons!” Katie laughed, she got photos, pictures of her friends travels, they got dull letters of Katie’s day-to-day-almost-but-not-quite-mundane lifestyle working in the Stealth Division. “It’s been really long Tuck, you taking care of my girl? My precious darling Mae”
Tucker was odly pleased to find that the difference in their heights hadn’t changed all too much since their days at the wizarding school. He seemed to’ve only grown an extra inch or two, and the hug they shared felt as warm as ever. Katie, although obviously matured—a woman, my my my—still retained her youthful, slightly mischievous appearance, the corners of her mouth turned up into her signature smirk. He couldn’t stop smiling. There was such a great comfort in seeing any of his old classmates—knowing they’d all overcome the incredible hardships forced upon them at such a young age made Tucker’s heart swell with happiness and gratitude. As he soaked her in, looking more spiffy and authoritative than he’d ever seen her before, his brow raised. “Surely you’re running the place by now, ey? Can’t imagine there’s a tosser around bold enough tae hold you back. Mae—she’s around here somewhere. Supposed to be looking for a place tae stay tonight—we just got here an hour or so ago, we were in Brazil… I think—but I doubt that’ll actually happen. No matter, though! The street’s of London are calling tae me anyhow. Tucker bowed his head bashfully when she asked about them in such a way; it sounded so silly. Him, take care of her? He knew Katie was only poking fun, but still. He couldn’t help but shake his head. “She’s alive, so…? I’m only one man, and Maeko… well. She’s Maeko. What about you and Cass… are… I mean, you’re still a thing, yeah?”
Katie was tired, that much was true as she leaned heavily against the bar table, it was her usual haunt after a long day of filing papers to put away baddies as she was often told. She wondered how exactly she got into this whole mess of playing magical cops, but then she remembered Markle’s face when she got into the Auror Program and she knew why. Sighing Katie lifted her head to call for a new glass of Firewhiskey only to see one already sitting there. She turned her head to the side and a smile played up on her lips before she sat up feeling, the kinks in her back cracking.
"Fancy seeing you here!" she laughed grabbing at the glass.
It was strange being back in the UK—and sat inside a dimly lit wizard’s pub, of all places. He and Maeko had just finished a rather long trek through the Amazon, and he was still suffering from a slight sunburn and a few scrapes and bruises. Despite that, though, he was… happy. He got control of his Sight enough to live with it peacefully, and accepted that there were things that were simply out of his control. His only duty was to live a life he was be proud of, and he made sure to do that each and every day. Sticking the tip of one of his thumbs into his mouth, he stole a glance at the newcomer to his left, eyes immediately going wide, a goofy grin creeping ontp his face. Katie Thorne. It had been… longer than he would’ve liked, to be entirely honest with himself, but with the lifestyle he and Maeko had, it was easy to get caught up in each other and their adventures. As she turned, he recognised that she knew who he was as well and his smile grew wider. “Likewise, Kittens. How’ve you been!?” Tucker wrapped his arms around her, squeezing tightly—a guesture that a seventeen-year-old Tucker would’ve almost never done. “Bloody fuckin’ shite, It’s good tae see you.”