 be curious, not judgmental
Tattoos were very cool. Teddy had grown up idolizing Hassan Botros, who had lots and had kindly let him ogle them during training sessions. The seventh year saw the sentimental value of them as the most magnetizing aspect; if he were to get some of his own, he knew they'd be more than images or symbols that looked cool, though he respected art for what it was in its simplest forms. He knew sometimes people got names of loved ones tattooed on them, like "mum" or a significant other, and Teddy considered this briefly for this task. He loved his mum to bits, and it brought him great joy to imagine showing her a "mum" tattoo over a mirror call after class and pretending like it was permanent. She'd likely never buy it, but Teddy would go through with the ruse to see her smile and shake her head at him with unmistakable fondness. He loved getting her to react like that.
As he mused, Kale Trent caught his eye. He wondered briefly if Kale would scrawl Cecelia across his arm. He thought of Faye. He thought of Kale again. Instead of looking toward any of them again, Teddy crossed the room toward his sisters, assorted markers in hand as he addressed them both. "Sign here, please. First names only. Or nicknames, if you'd prefer. If you say no, I'll end up failing Charms." Never mind that he was an O-student. "Please?" He had pulled back his sleeve and offered his forearm.
In all truthfulness, if he had to pick something to permanently tattoo on himself right at that very moment, he'd choose something to represent his sisters anyway. Maybe it was set to be a test run.
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