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I AM NANA
"I what is going on? I don’t mean to be rude but I don’t think I need you to babysit me. My concern focuses on your well-being.”
"Hermony. If you're going to be such a-- such a flibbertyjibert then I'm gonna have to ask you to leave because I'm going to get d r u n k and it's bad luck to have flibbertyjiberts around when you're drunk."
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teal hair was imparted into his vision, and there was a moment of…PRIDE…for the boy born midst a war. but Lupin was old and tired and much more scarred when it ended. Edward was a tall boy now, almost reaching his own chest. A G R I N broke upon his face and he doesn’t turn to see how his wife reacts to his smilling. He knows she’s shocked, and her hair is probably yellow. Pink ? But all he can think now is to swoop the boy into his arms as the festivities of the Order play. E v e r y o n e l i v e s, it seeps into his mind.
WAS.
there’s a childish and shocked laughter into his shoulder, and small arms wrap around his neck. “d a n c e, father, dance,” he boy coos, he couldn’t get his r’s right and Teddy never really did control his slight lisp. the soft glow of orange lights a lit his S M I L E and set fire to his hair. the t-shirt on his frame is big, but it fits him well; and the bruises on his arms…well. he was never good at quidditch himself.
so remus held the boy. “spin,” and he spun. he was his son’s keeper. with his forehead buried into a mane of ocean foam hair, he breathed it in. this was F A M I L Y? it was like a drug. like a breath of fresh air when all he’s been smelling all his life isblood, death, and smoke. he laughed. Teddy threw his head back.
W E L L
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I AM NANA
"Merlin….I don’t think you are in your right mind right now, Andromeda. Maybe a nice warm cup of tea may help. It seems like you have had too much alcohol.”
"Excuse me Hermione! You're not babysitting me! I'm babysitting you now."
Dramatics
“God…”
”You remind me of my sister”
"--- What?"
I AM NANA
[Hermione tried to place a smile onto her but she ended up looking more confused. The woman was acting a bit unusual.]
”Are you sure you are alright? Perhaps you would fancy a cup of tea or water?”
{ 'Nana's' eyes go wide as something occurs to him. }
" I'm gonna drink all of my alcohol. I'm going to get d r u n k !"
’ is that so? so, did you learn something new about me? ‘
"I learned you're a homicidal maniac and I'm scared. So scared. Someone--- anyone---- hold me."
I AM NANA
[The bushy haired brunette quirked an eyebrow towards the woman. It was a bit odd to hear the words come from her mouth. Andromeda was one of the women she had admired so she brushed it aside.]
"I well - alright, Andromeda. I honestly do not mean to impose or come off as rude but are you sure he is allowed to do that? Kind of thought you would be strict on him with that sort of thing.”
{ Teddy, in the body of nan which was-- in all honestly-- weird because wow. Wow, boobs were really heavy? }
"Nnnnnnnope."
Library
“Aw, really? I love my nan. Lovely wee woman, she is. Me and ma sister both live way her— well, Ronnie’s moving out soon because she’s been in a relationship with a guy and from the sounds of it, it’s pretty serious. But I dunno how nan’d handle that. What’s your’s like?”
"Well I really hope it works out for her. Your sister, I mean. And my nan? She's great, yeah. I mean, bit of a live wire. But she's fun, yeah? She's great. She's uh . . . sorry. Sorry, I, er, I never got your--- I never got your name! Sorry. Merls, that's rude I'm so sorry. Er... what's your name?"
yolo
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"Don’t say that ever again."
" . . . yolo."
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"Wait. I do not understand. ————- Is that even possible?
"Yeah. Obviously, Hermione. I let Teddy stay up until four o clock every night. And-- and he's fine in the morning. Teddy's really, really great. He's so cool."
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☂ = Weather the character enjoys
Teddy enjoys sunshine. He enjoys hot weather. He enjoys putting on sunglasses and looking at other people's bodies. It sounds weird, and it probably is, but Teddy just loves looking at bodies. It's like shopping, and the people around him are catalogues. He hates the fact some people find it shameful that 'someone isn't wearing enough'. He thinks people are strangest in the fact that everyone has a body, and everyone tries to cover theirs up. To him, it's like buying a car and covering it with cardboard.
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headcanons list!(;へ:) = What makes the character cry
Teddy is a big softie. He used to cry a lot more often than other boys. He used to write sad (awful) poetry and cry over it. He used to cry when he got insulted, and cry when he got criticized. He used to cry, get called a cry baby, and then cry about that. Once he got to Hogwarts and saw the Great Hall, the place where his parents died, he did not cry. In fact, he felt a bit sheepish for all the times he did cry. Sometimes his grandmother cried for no reason when she was alone, but-- but she was different, and she always told him to be a big boy and not cry so much anyway. He never felt his parents absence as much as he did when he was in the Great Hall. He couldn't cry over everything that upset him, he realized, because so many things upset him and he'd waste all his time crying, and then he'd probably cry about that. Nowadays, he has grown up a little. He's more likely to cry when angry than he is when sad, and if he can help it he tries not to get sad. He prefers anger. It's more productive, if a little harder to contain. He still cries at the end of Shrek. Every time. All of them. They all make him cry. And the Muppets. And Home Alone. And basically any child movie.