Time to cry
‘Who’s that?’ Ted Lupin said pointing at a photo on the wall of his grandmothers house. Two people were in it, it looked like their wedding. One with Bright pink hair that shone more than anything else, the other brownish grey hair that looked like it wasn't supposed to be neat. Andromeda wrapped her hand around Teds shoulder and stared longingly at the photo a single tear streamed down her face.














