𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑠𝘩𝑎𝑑𝑒'𝑠 𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑢𝑟𝑒𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡, 𝗁.𝗉. 𝗇𝖾𝗑𝗍 𝗀𝖾𝗇.

.twenty-six.

Teddy woke up with the sun streaming through the windows of the Infirmary, once again missing the warmth of Ophelia next to him. He smiled fondly at the memory of waking up next to her, her warm, soft body wrapped safely in his arms. That was all Teddy had ever wanted and he had gotten that, sure, but it was only because he was drugged and probably looked insanely pathetic. Anyone who knew Teddy and owned a shred of sympathy would have let Teddy sleep next to them, but Teddy could stop the slow trickle of hope that started every time he thought of the slight smile that graced her lips when he had first looked up at her.

Or how perfectly she had fit in his arms.

Or how addicting it had felt to feel her soft breath fanning out against his cheeks.

Teddy was pulled out of his thoughts by the arrival of a visitor. He looked up to see Jonah standing on the threshold, for a moment Teddy watched in confusion as he stood there, almost frozen. But then Jonah caught sight of Al and as if he had suddenly woken up from a daze he rushed to his side. Everyone watched in respectful silence as Jonah urgently pulled Al's burn covered body into a hug, even from across the room Teddy could tell it was equal parts tight and gentle. Cas let out a soft "aw" as they watched Al slide his eyes closed as Jonah planted soft kisses on each of the healing burns and whispered reassurance into his ear.

Even Teddy felt his heart flutter a little and his inner romantic swoon at the look on Al's face. He had a tiny, desperate smile on his lips, and looked on the verge of tears at finally being able to see Jonah.

He looked in love.

And from the way Jonah was holding him, like he was the most precious thing in the world like he was never going to let go again, Teddy could make an educated guess that he was just as far gone as Al was.

Al scooted over, making room for Jonah to gingerly sit on his bed, sitting with his back to the bed frame. He held still while Al nestled into the side of the auburn-haired boy, Jonah automatically leaned towards him and draped an arm around his waist, and held Al's hand in his other. Al had just closed his eyes for only a second before they snapped open again at the sound of Ophelia clearing her throat loudly.

Their position unmoving, they both trained their attention on the stunning brunette.

"Oh, hello Jonah. I'm Ophelia, your partner in Quidditch, the person you play opposite to almost every single day. The one who led you to meet the boy who is clinging to you right now, also one of your closest friends. Teammate, other half per say. Also, the one who is also currently occupying and using the services of the Infirmary." Teddy shook his head at her ridiculousness.

Al rolled his green eyes goodnaturedly, "I'm so sorry he offended you. But," Al drew out the word, "seeing as he is my boyfriend I think you should let him off with a warning."

Jonah snapped his head to look down at Al, Teddy wasn't an extremely observant person when it didn't come to Ophelia, but even he could tell the Al calling him his boyfriend held a certain significance. Jonah's eyes sparkled with an unasked question.

"You'r--You're boyfriend?" Jonah repeated, excitement seeped into the simple question.

Al nodded and leaned forward, placing a sweet kiss on Jonah's lips, "My boyfriend."

And with that Ophelia was forgotten once again as Jonah slowly stroked Al's dark hair in awe, willing Al and eventually himself into an easy sleep.

Teddy looked away from the happy couple and let his gaze lazily take in the sights from around the room. Cas was happily immersed in Quidditch Through the Ages and Teddy's heart swelled at the sight of Ophelia nestled under her covers, curled to one side. Her long wavy hair was fanned out behind her like she was straight out of a fairytale, Teddy tried his best to ignore the aching in his body to be lying next to her by tearing his gaze and focusing on a certain blond.