Originally Posted by princess of*hp*

When Alfie ran into his welcoming arms, Theodore felt like the sinews in his cheeks were ready to split and as if he would never stop grinning like a joyous idiot. Imagine that; having to go to a healer from an overdose of happiness and excitement. Little Miss Port definitely had a magical spell over him. Had he not known better, the seventh year would have guessed that she fed him a near-daily supply of love potion, slipping it into his food and refreshments. "That's Prefect Dumble to you, shnookums!" He teased, just as ready as she to lean in for a reunion smooch. That was before he was momentarily left there, eyes closed like an oblivious sod, as he waited to feel her lips on his. Nothing came. Opening his eyes, Theodore immediately released the fifth year and stepped back, standing erect and blinking a few times to register what had just happened. Had they just been broken up by the PDA police? Had Emma gotten annoyed that easily and called them on the two lovers? Theodore knew that calling Alfie by the silly name of shnookums had been a stupid idea, just a little something to embarrass her in front of their Slytherin friend, but...

Alfie's introduction almost immediately cleared up the boy's confusion. These were her... it nearly pained Theodore to even think of the word. Her parents. It was now that the Ravenclaw wished his parents would have accompanied him onto the platform, or that Bree was around for a bit of feline back-up. Speaking of Bree, where was her nearest and dearest frenemy, Jay? He couldn't have swooped in and distracted the Ports from the scene that they had just disturbed? No? Oh, bugger. He glanced between Mr. and Mrs. Port, having a hard time avoiding the frightening gaze of her father and his professional aura. Intimidation was definitely in the air; could her parents smell his fear? "I, I really... it's really a great pleasure to finally meet you both. Truly," Theodore felt comfortable enough while shaking the hand of her mother, but Mr. Port felt like he was attempting to tear off his hand. Or maybe it was just in Theodore's imagination. "I... I've heard so much about-" It was then that Emma and Alfie mercifully cut short his awkward rambling. Saving Theodore from himself was a full time job, and these girls definitely were pros at being his heroines in this instances. He managed to relax slightly, straight shoulders slumping down relaxedly, as Alfie's had grasped him and transferred a subliminal message of comfort. So, this was what it was like to meet the family? Theodore wished he would have been a bit more compassionate towards Braeden at Malfoy Manor a few weeks ago when he had faced the wrath of Draco Severus. Shudder. But then again, that hulk of a quidditch player gave everyone the willies. He at least made every male in the immediate area feel a terrifying shriveling of their loins.

Glancing at Emma, Theo felt like willing her to step in. Although Alfie's parents leaving would make him feel a bit better, this was a necessary step in their relationship, and Alfie rushing them off so quickly felt a bit rude. But what was he to do? Stuck in the middle. A prefect, and stuck in the middle. This was horrible. Never had he ever felt such a drop in his mood. It was then that Emma began her questioning. "Ha, oh, thank you," He nodded politely, smiling slightly. "I... I'll take points when I need to..." He mused shiftily, although he knew punishing friends for misdeeds would make him feel too guilty to function.

Originally Posted by emmafan123

Two of the three Ports were interested in the conversation's turn to Theo's new status of prefect, the only one not entertained being Alfie's mother who had grown distracted rifling through her bag for something. Alfie herself looked as though she was the one offered the honour, practically beaming with pride as she stood at Theodore's side, obviously quite proud of her boyfriend. But he was a prefect! It was an honour! She opened her mouth to speak, to possibly comment on this idea of taking points away, when her father spoke first. "Prefect?" he announced with his powerful voice, eyebrows raising as he kept his professional smile. "Wow, that's quite an honour, isn't it?" he suggested as he crossed his arms over his chest absentmindedly, scanning poor Theodore with pure evaluation in his gaze. "You sure you're up to that?" he added, his tone the kind that could either be registered as mocking or simple curiosity. Alfie, obviously knew it was the former.

"Dad!" Alfie scowled, turning to look at her father with furrowed brows, obviously unhappy with his judgemental tone. Her expression lightened slightly as she turned to look at Theo himself, flashing him a warm smile, "Theo's going to be a great Prefect, he's the most responsible, kind person I've ever met," she informed the entire group, though her large eyes remained glued to Theo's expression for a moment, flashing him a reassuring grin. She then turned her gaze to Emma, giving the girl a soft smile as well, "Emm and I are gonna have to be on our toes to make sure we don't lose any points this year."

"You on the Quidditch team, son?" Mr. Port continued, seeming to not hear his daughter's kind words. He still had a smile on his expression, but his light eyes were evaluating, judging quite obviously the boy that his daughter was in a relationship with. But, having the career he did in the Quidditch world, Mr. Port only really cared to hear about this side of what the boy's hobbies might be.

"Does it matter?" Alfie posed, her gentle voice suddenly a bit more assertive as her father's eyes flashed momentarily to her own, his eyebrows raising just slightly. His daughter was rarely this defensive of anything really.

"I guess not," Mr. Port replied, though his expression sustained his cool, controlled smile and he obviously meant the direct opposite of his words. Of course it only seemed natural to him that his daughter should date some sort of Quidditch player. Alfie, on the other hand, couldn't care less if her boyfriend was involved in the sport or not. Mr. Port, after evaluating Theo for a moment more, turned his attention to Emma politely, "I hear you're involved with the Slytherin Quidditch team, though?" he added, his voice a little more kind than it had been with Theo. "I myself was on the Gryffindor team years ago."

"Yeah, Dad, your glory days, we get it," Alfie said nearly the second her father's mouth had closed, flashing him a weak smile and a look that clearly said, 'Shouldn't you be going now?'. Her hand still remained entwined with Theo's own, and she hated the idea of him being uncomfortable because of her father's questioning both him and Emma. Mr. Port's eyes turned to look at his daughter, then flickering over to glance at her left hand enveloped in Theo's own. His eyebrows rose, vague amusement in his lightly wrinkled features, but his expression wasn't one of a father who was sentimental, rather a father who was more amused than anything with his daughter's choice in men.