Quondam (adj.) ~ belonging to some time long past; once but no longer
Pairing: Chwe Vernon (Seventeen) x GN!Reader; Genre: Jurassic Park AU, 90s AU, aquaintances to lovers/distant friends to lovers, Fluff, Angst; Rating: sfw, PG-15; Warnings: a boat crash, mentions of prehistorical animals, dangerous animals, mentions of possible deaths, reader falls down while running.. twice, Vernon being in moderate danger; Wordcount: 4.431; Collab: SVT 90s Collab by @mingsolo and @beomcoups
Summary: It should have been a fun weekend trip but after the boat got caught by a storm and crashed on one of the dinosaur islands, you got separated from the group. You nearly despaired until Vernon found you.
Your heart hammered inside your chest as you ran along the rocky beach. Tears streamed down your cheeks and blurred your vision, yet you didn’t slow down. The harsh wind from the open sea tousled your hair but you couldn’t care less about it. Same with the pain radiating throughout your whole body.
As you jumped over another boulder your footing slipped and you fell face first to the ground. Your whole body heaved for air, lungs burning inside your chest. A sob ripped through your throat. “I shouldn’t have joined them”, you whispered and pulled your limbs to your core, making yourself as small as possible.
Three days ago your friend Sorn dragged you on a small cruise among friends. What was supposed to be a vacation with lots of fun, turned sour the second the group had decided to head towards the Las Cinco Muertes - better known as Jurassic Park. Even though Ten, who had steered the cruise, promised to only round the archipelago without stopping to set a foot on the shore, none of the group had thought of the sudden weather changes.
None of them could have predicted the storm that turned strong enough for the yacht to go shipwreck.
You had no idea how long you had been in the freezing ocean. The current and the waves had made it nearly impossible to swim towards the nearest island you had seen from the yacht before the accident happened.
Even after those three days your clothes still hadn’t dried. You shivered involuntarily, the cold after two nights had finally seeped into your bones. You curled in on yourself even more. While you hadn’t encountered any dinosaurs yet, you had found footprints of a Smilodon - the whole reason you just ran for your life.
You inhaled shakily and gnawed on your lower lip, mind racing with thoughts. Without the others and without a chance of contacting authorities the dread and knowledge you might die here, finally settled in. You had no idea how many of your friends survived the accident and how many actually made it to the shore like you.
“Y/N?”
You blinked several times, trying to clear your vision before you turned your head to look at the person that called out to you. Despite your pain, you pushed yourself up and rubbed over your eyes with the back of your hand. “Vernon?”
He simply stared at you, without saying another word. His expression appeared stoic and unreadable to you.
“Are you alone?” You asked and got up on your knees, ignoring the small rocks digging into your skin. The pain actually felt welcome and like an escape of this awkward silence.
“Hm.”
You hummed as well, looking down on the ground to avoid eye contact with him. Despite both of you being in the same friend group, you barely interacted with him. Vernon always seemed to be in his own world and rather closed off. Not that you were any different with your archaeology and palaeontology studies. Unless people were from the same field they rarely shared your passion.
Before the silence could stretch on, you stood up and dusted off your clothes. “We need to leave or find the others. Either way we’re not safe on this island.”
Vernon raised one eyebrow, questioning you without saying a word.
You sighed deeply, wanting to shake your head but you focused on the issue at hand instead. You grabbed his elbow and pulled him into the direction he came from. “I found footprints of a Smilodon and-”
“A what?”
“A sabertooth tiger.”
Vernon’s face twisted in understanding, right before it turned into surprise and worry.
Seeing his strong expressions, nearly made you giggle. If it weren’t for the situation though. “If this is the hunting ground of it, we have to leave immediately. I am pretty sure that we’re the easiest prey around here.”
Vernon grimaced but followed you without any resistance. He quietly listened to you ramble about the prehistoric animal, fascinated by the knowledge you presented him.
“I only saw one set of footprints which indicates the researchers claiming Smilodons were no social predators are actually right. Honestly, if they wouldn’t be so dangerous, I’d love to observe or research them. There’s still so much that we don’t know!”
You stopped talking, realising you just dropped lots of information on him. You awkwardly glanced towards Vernon, trying to gauge his reaction. Usually people appeared bored or stopped listening but to your surprise he looked at you with interest. The apology you usually sputtered after a knowledge vomit about prehistoric animals got stuck in your throat.
You shook your head momentarily to clear your thoughts, deciding to go a different path instead. “We need to find a hideout.”
This time Vernon grabbed your wrist and pulled you along the foreign terrain. “I got a place.” Vernon didn’t say more afterwards, simply guiding you further and further away from the coast.
Soon enough some sort of cliff appeared in the distance, its steep edge looming into the grey sky.
For just a second worry clouded your thoughts, fearing Vernon had found a cave that might even be the home to a prehistoric creature. Though the closer you came, you couldn’t see any opening in the stone wall.
Instead a small ledge protruded from the stone and right underneath it were parts of the ship that got washed ashore.
“You carried all of these things here?”
Vernon glanced over his shoulder, upon your surprised question but only shrugged them and looked back ahead. He let go of your wrist after you reached the ledge.
While you stayed rooted in your place, you watched Vernon wander around and move stuff to the side. “I wasn’t able to start a fire so far. So we’re at least not a roasted meal for the tiger.” He looked up at you, his stare growing more and more intense as he waited for your response.
You made a grimace - barely able to pull off a smile at his weak joke. “I… yeah, nor a smoked meal, I guess.”
Vernon grinned at you, satisfied, and sat down on a piece of rubble. “You mentioned we needed to find the others.”
You sat down as well with a deep sigh. “I honestly don’t know if any of them even survived the crash but I mean I found you-”
“Technically I found you.”
You chuckled softly and shook your head. “So you found me and that gives me hope some of the others might be alive as well. It’s just. The more time passes the slimmer the chances of finding someone.”
Vernon frowned in thought, hiding his lower face behind his hand as he hummed.
You shivered involuntarily, the dread of being the only ones alive silently creeped through your mind.
“How much do you know about these islands?”
Your head snapped back up again. “Not much, to be honest. It’s some twisted version of science and research. There was Isla Nublar, several miles up north from the archipelago. That was the island to start it all, I guess. Then there’s Isla Sorna. As far as I know, it was for evolution purposes and to get more animals for the theme park. I don’t know much about the other four islands. I just assume they are for evolution too.”
“I thought they only researched dinosaurs.”
You scoffed and shook your head again. “If we were completely true to the name, they should have only researched dinosaurs from the Jurassic era. But here we are with animals from the Ice Age.”
“Do you think we’ll see a Mammoth?”
You shrugged with your shoulders, another shiver running through your whole body. “I don’t even know whether I’d wanna see any prehistoric animal.”
“Why not?” Vernon tilted his head, his eyes trained on your face. “Aren’t you studying these animals?”
“I am”, you nodded shortly before you sighed once again. “It’s just. What if everything I learned, everything I imagined them to be turns out to be wrong? I don’t want my little bubble to burst.”
“Ah.” Vernon nodded exaggeratingly in understanding before he turned quiet again. Yet he still stared at you.
You shifted uncomfortably in your place, avoiding eye contact. You could still feel his eyes on you but you desperately tried thinking of something else. “Actually, I just remembered. Even though this was all some hoax research they would have needed base camps to stay updated on the population and the animals in general.”
“We could have been camping all along, huh.”
Now you simply stared at Vernon, trying to understand what was going on inside his mind. “It’s late already. We should get a good night’s rest and then search for the base camp. It’s our best chance of rescue.”
Vernon nodded and stretched his arms above his head, groaning when his joints popped. “Sounds like a solid plan.” He lied down almost immediately and made himself comfortable.
You couldn’t take your eyes off him, stunned how easily he relaxed in such a situation. You on the other hand felt too much on edge to even think of sleeping. Once again another shiver ran through your body. You got reminded of the cold that seeped into your body and slowly but surely cooled your core temperature down.
You ignored the trembling of your body and scooted closer to the stone wall behind your back. While it wasn’t truly any warmer, it shielded you a little more from the wind and starting rain.
For the longest time you just sat there and stared ahead with distant eyes as the sky turned darker and darker. Despite the rain your ears picked up on various sounds and each one of them made you feel even more on edge.
“You should rest too”, Vernon mumbled, turning only his head to look at you.
Your attention snapped back to him, surprised he was still awake. “Someone has to stay awake in case something comes up.” You wrapped your arms even tighter around your torso, barely suppressing your shivers.
Vernon pushed himself up again and moved closer to you. He didn’t say another word but he gently pulled you against his body, sharing his warmth with you. Vernon wrapped his arms around you as well and pulled you down until you laid next to him.
You were now between the stone wall and his body, facing away from him. You felt your muscles slowly relax with his warmth engulfing you.
“Better?”
You hummed softly and turned around in his hold, ignoring the building embarrassment inside your stomach. “Thanks, this really helps.”
Vernon only hummed in return and closed his eyes again. “Relax now, tomorrow will be another long day.”
~~~
Once the first rays of sunshine appeared at the horizon the next morning, both Vernon and you headed back towards the coast. You assumed a base camp would be near the sea and convinced Vernon to walk along the shoreline. You also hoped to limit your chances of meeting any of the creatures roaming across the island.
It took everything within you to suppress yet another sigh. While you thought you got somehow closer to Vernon during the freezing night, the journey towards the base camp turned out to be just as awkwardly silent.
The terrain changed the further you two walked. At first it had been forests connected to the shore but those cleared out for wide fields of grass. “This would be the perfect habitat for mammoth or other horse-like prehistoric animals.”
“So there is a chance to see mammoths!”
You chuckled softly. “Technically. I’m not certain it would be that safe to meet them though.” You glanced at Vernon, who shortly appeared quite disappointed before he nodded in resignation.
“Maybe from afar.”
A sad smile played over your lips as you focused back on your surroundings, still searching for the base camp even after being out for so long already. You nearly wanted to give up and suggest finding a place to stay for yet another night, when Vernon tapped your arm.
“Isn’t that a path for cars?” He pointed towards an overgrown passageway, barely visible if you weren’t actively searching for it. The path crossed the wide fields and vanished into another forest like area.
You gasped in surprise, your heart thumping loudly within your chest as new hope bloomed inside. “Should we follow it?” You glanced at Vernon, sudden nervousness creeping up your spine.
“It will be alright.” Vernon grabbed your hand and pulled you along, steadily walking along the path without a worry in the world.
You on the other hand looked around, unable to shake off the feeling being watched. It only increased the minute you two entered the forest.
Since the forest wasn’t as dense as the last one, you easily noticed how the sky darkened - the weather changing rapidly yet again.
“I heard that the weather is unpredictable on Isla Pena.”
Vernon looked up at the sky for a second. “So you’re telling me we’re on Isla Pena due to the sudden changes?”
“Well, I only assume it could be that. I mean it’s definitely not Isla Nublar, which is not part of the Los Cinco Muertes and it’s not Isla Sorna since we saw hints of mammals living on this island instead of dinosaurs. Also I don’t think it’s Isla Tacano, because I haven’t noticed a sign of an active volcano.”
“Lucky us”, Vernon grunted with a soft chuckle as he pulled you further along the overgrown path. He tried to appear unbothered but even he felt like he was being watched and it made the hair on his neck stand up. “You’re like an expert, right? What kind of animal could live in a forest like this?”
You saw how Vernon glanced over his shoulder, uncertainty and worry mirroring in his expression. You bit on your lower lip, letting your gaze wander around one more time. “A light forest connected to a wide plain of grass. It honestly sounds like the perfect habitat for Terror Birds.”
Vernon sighed deeply, shaking his head. “I hope you’re wrong about this.”
“I hope so too”, you whispered.
As if on cue though you noticed a large nest a little to your right, half hidden behind the large roots of a tree.
You silently cursed under your breath and picked up your pace, tugging at Vernon’s hand to indicate he should move faster as well.
A huge weight got lifted from your chest when Vernon quietly pointed towards the outlines of a building, new hope making your steps lighter than before.
By now both of you nearly ran towards the base camp, trying to escape the sense of trepidation behind you. Safety was just at an arm’s length, when you heard the loud cries of something behind you.
Like a mechanical doll you turned your head around, eyes widening in horror when you saw a gigantic bird standing in the middle of the road behind you. Two more birds rushed to its side, tilting their heads in curiosity as they stared at your retreating forms.
Just as you wanted to inform Vernon about the Terror Birds behind you two, you tripped and fell to the ground. Due to the rain your hand slipped out of Vernon’s grasp and with a dull thud combined with a surprised yelp you found yourself flat on the ground.
Vernon immediately stopped in his tracks. He turned around, ready to help you when he saw the birds slowly approaching. “Fuck.” Not only did these birds appear to be twice as tall as a human, no they had incredibly strong legs with sharp claws at their feet.
If someone thought the emus in Australia were scary, they truly hadn’t seen this terror.
You groaned when Vernon helped you up, feeling a stinging pain shooting up from your ankle and through your whole leg. Yet, you tried to fight the pain, biting down on your lip and pushing through.
Vernon half dragged and half carried you towards the building, constantly looking behind him at the birds that came closer and closer.
You felt your heart pounding within your chest, louder than the thunder above your heads. It didn’t calm down either after Vernon pushed a metal door with a small window panel open. He helped you through and slipped inside right behind you, before he slammed the door shut again.
Vernon glanced through the small window, flinching when he saw and felt one of the Terror Birds running against the door. He pushed his whole weight against the metal, silently praying it would survive the onslaught.
When the banging subsided, Vernon looked through the mirror again. He saw one bird marching from side to side, patiently eyeing the closed door as the other two birds rushed away to each side - probably searching for another entrance.
You leaned against the wall next to the door, trying to keep the weight off of your foot. You narrowed your eyes and tried to identify your surroundings. “I think this is some kind of hallway that leads to the centre of the base camp.”
“Then we should follow that. Those birds seem more intelligent than I had hoped for.” Vernon came to your side and slung one of your arms around his shoulder, snaking his own around your waist and steadying you as he pulled you along the hall.
“If those birds live around the area of the base camp, we’re lucky we got inside”, you mumbled, eyes cast down. “I’m not sure any of the others would have been just as lucky.”
Vernon stayed silent, understanding what you were trying to say but just like you he didn’t want to think about that possibility. So far he easily ignored the thought his group of friends might have been killed or died another way on this island already.
Soon enough you two reached an abandoned laboratory. Vernon helped you to sit down on a chair, before he roamed around the room, checking for possible light sources and other useful things.
You looked around, picturing how people in white lab coats rushed through the room, typing quickly on keyboards, analysing data from a large computer or scribbling down notes. You assumed this site got abandoned right after the Isla Nublar or Sorna incident, leaving all the animals to fend for themselves. You wondered how much changed since the controlled growth stopped.
Vernon stepped next to you again, presenting you a dusty emergency bag. “There’s a first aid kit, some energy bars and a satellite phone in it.”
You smiled up at him. “Everything we need.” You held out your hand, waiting for Vernon to give you the bag. You then opened it immediately and pulled out the satellite phone, hoping it was still able to operate.
Meanwhile Vernon grabbed the first aid kit and crouched down before you, gently grabbing your leg and placing it on his thigh so he could secure your swollen ankle.
The phone cracked a few times before you finally got through and heard the voice of another person. Static interrupted their words from time to time, making it incredibly hard to understand what they were saying.
You assumed your voice would be just as broken off like theirs and therefore decided to simply repeat the same words over and over again until you heard some form of confirmation. “S.O.S. Isla Pena. Need rescue. Base camp.”
Both Vernon and you held your breaths for a moment, trying to understand their reply through all the white noise.
“Chopper after storm?” Vernon mouthed silently, raising an eyebrow questioningly as if he wanted to confirm you heard the same.
You nodded vigorously and thanked the person gleefully before cutting the call again. A relieved laugh escaped your lips as you slumped down on the chair. “We’re actually getting rescued. I can’t believe it.” Before you could hold it back, tears streamed down your cheeks and your laughter turned into quiet sobs.
Vernon stared at you with wide eyes, feeling somewhat awkward witnessing your vulnerable side.
“Can you hold me?”
Your voice was barely above a whisper but Vernon immediately scooted closer and pulled you against his chest, gently rubbing over your back in a soothing manner. “It’s going to be alright. We just need to stay here and wait until the rescuers come and get us.”
You slowly shook your head. “There must be a landing place. We should find it and stay near it, so when the helicopter arrives we’re able to leave immediately before the next storm starts.”
After you had calmed down, Vernon helped you walk around the base camp. Thankfully there were signs everywhere and the constant lightning illuminated your paths enough for you two to walk freely and find the heli-port rather easily.
“I don’t think they’ll be able to land on here”, Vernon mumbled as you two stared out of the window, seeing fallen trees and broken things scattered all over the port. “Is there another place where they could land on?”
“Maybe the roof but I don’t know whether it’s strong enough to hold the weight of a helicopter.”
“That only leaves the option of climbing a ladder.” Vernon sighed and rubbed over his face. “Will you be able to do that?”
You nudged his shoulder with yours and grinned reassuringly. “I probably won’t be fast but yes, I got that.” You turned back to look outside, watching the strings of raindrops falling to the ground and the trees bending in the wind. You easily pretended that everything would be just fine but the nervousness still had a tight grip around your thoughts.
Vernon and you rested next to the door leading outside to the port. Any unusual sound made you tense up, worrying you missed something and would be stuck on this island until your last breath.
You slightly turned your head, looking at Vernon. He had his eyes closed and brows furrowed, appearing tense and stern. You leaned over and cupped his cheek, smoothing down his features with a soft smile. “Don’t worry, we’ll get out of here unhar- we’ll get out of here.”
As if some benevolent god heard your voice, the storm subsided. The rain got reduced to a soft pitter-patter against the window and the dark clouds dissipated. Only minutes later you heard the distinct sound of an engine and the chopping sound the rotor blades of a helicopter made.
Vernon jumped up, pulling you with him as he pushed the door open and hurried out into the open - forgetting about his surroundings completely.
Both of you stared up at the sky. You shielded your eyes when the helicopter halted right above you, the strong wind whirling up puddles and small leaves.
Just like Vernon predicted they threw a ladder out of the open side of the chopper, motioning to the both of you to climb up.
Vernon grabbed the lower end of the ladder and kept it steady as he turned towards you. “You’re going up first.”
“But I told you I’m slower-”
“Which is why I’m holding onto this to make it easier for you.”
You sighed, sensing he wouldn’t budge. Carefully, you climbed the first few steps. The higher you got, the more thankful you felt for Vernon holding the ladder as still as possible. You already made it halfway up the ladder when the rescuers yelled at you. Confused, you looked back down.
One of the Terror Birds appeared at the edge of the heli-port. While it eyed the helicopter warily and kept as low as possible, it didn’t seem phased enough to flee. No, instead its focus turned towards Vernon, who still stood on the ground holding the ladder.
“Vernon!” Your voice sounded borderline hysteric. He didn’t react, your voice probably drowning out by the noise from the helicopter. You knew he wouldn’t start climbing before you made it up. You bit on your lower lip and pushed yourself to climb up faster, ignoring the stinging pain that flared up inside of your ankle again.
The second the rescuer pulled you into the chopper, you turned around and screamed at Vernon.
He already climbed a quarter of the way, when the Terror Bird decided to charge.
Your mind got filled with white noise as you stared at the scene unfolding underneath you. You barely registered the yelling of the rescuers, nor that the helicopter suddenly pulled up. You could only see how the Terror Bird had its beak around the ladder, right underneath Vernon’s foot.
As the bird struggled and sent tremors through the ladder, Vernon was barely able to ascend further.
Your eyes met with his, before you watched in horrible silence how Vernon climbed the few steps back down, kicking against the beak of the Terror Bird.
Another scream got stuck in your throat when the helicopter shook from another tremble. This time because a Sabertooth Tiger jumped from the roof of the base camp and attacked the bird.
As both fell to the ground, the ladder got pulled back into the helicopter by the rescuers. They pushed you aside, obstructing your view and sudden fear immobilised you.
Only after Vernon got pulled into the chopper as well, did you feel like you were able to breathe again. You scrambled over to his side, basically falling into his form. You wrapped your arms around his neck, mumbling your thanks for him being unharmed over and over again.
Vernon wrapped his arms around your torso and pulled you into a tight embrace, the adrenaline still coursing through his veins. He nosed along your temple, placing soft kisses on your skin.
You didn’t pull back. Instead you ever so slowly turned your head until the tips of your noses met and your breaths mingled.
Vernon closed the gap, being just as careful as before. He gave you enough time to pull away but you only leaned more into him.
The second your lips met, all your worries, the dread and fear melted away, leaving a soft fluttering and tingling that spread throughout your body.
You actually made it out alive and with the help of the authorities you could also find your missing friends. Most importantly you found something else during this experience.
Vernon broke the kiss, leaning his forehead against yours as he chuckled softly. “Next time I’ll try a simple museum date to get closer to you.”
“Or library.” You giggled and shook your head, surprised you found love within this rollercoaster ride.
(This one's for you Jax .. my inspo to continue the blog!)
On Saturday (like 5 weeks ago because my flow through is zero sorry!) I told whoever was keen to meet at Quondam for drinks and chill. Was so awesome to be back with everyone really had the most stunning day. Jeppe has really upped its game with a cosy fireplace and outdoor shade but still the best toastie in town! We watched the rugby but kept getting stink eye from the other people as we were talking and being raucous but oh well what u gonna do! Was amazing to see the crew again love ya's
Andromeda Tonks has thrown everything into her grandson, but tonight she'll see how much of that love just gets passed around. Prompt from ThisIsMegz. Next-Gen family fluff. One-shot. Rated T.
A prompt from the fabulous @thisismegz! She has fabulous ideas, but anyone who knows her already knew that. ;) Luv ya, darling!
Quondam
Andromeda finished putting everything in the kitchen away and sat down at the kitchen table. She was too old for this, too old for four children running wild through her old home. She'd felt confident when she took charge of Teddy twelve years ago, she'd raised Dora with confidence, granted with her loving Ted by her side the whole time, but she'd done it. But Andy hadn't been prepared for how much more rambunctious little boys were, nor was she as young as she used to be. Harry had been a lifesaver, taking Teddy over weekends and coming over to help care for him when Andy really needed a moment's peace. And when Harry and Ginny started bringing more children into their family, Andy felt a responsibility to offer this young couple the same kindness they'd offered her. And she loved these little Potters like they were own grandchildren.
But obviously taking the whole gaggle of her grandchildren for five days and four nights was probably too much of a good thing if her aching back was any indication. Harry and Ginny really needed it though, Andy reasoned. Harry had been sent around to several countries over the last two months, barely home for a day or two in between each trip. And once the tour was over, he and Ginny had taken the whole family, herself included, on a vacation to a beach in France. Andy had told them when they got home to plan something for themselves and she'd take the kids. She remembered how infrequently she was able to slip away with Ted since his family was always a bit apprehensive watching Dora. She understood, Dora's affinity for changing her appearance when she was young had driven her around the bend, and Andy had grown up with magic as a part of her everyday life. But she didn't want that for Harry and Ginny, they'd didn't need to relive her past, they'd fought for better than that.
Andy heard the clock chime and realized she needed to start getting the kids ready for bed. With a heavy sigh, she pushed up out of her chair and moved towards the toy room.
"Alright, my dears, let's head up to bed." She stepped into the room and paused when the kids weren't there.
"Teddy? Jamie? Al? Lily?"
There was no response. So Andy did what any old witch would do, she pulled her wand and spoke the incantation that would tell her what rooms had people in them.
She frowned when the spell only revealed Teddy's room. What were they all doing there?
She moved up the old stairs and quietly down the corridor to Teddy's room. His door was closed slightly and Andy paused when she heard Teddy's voice.
"Next morning the woman said, 'The little men have made us rich, and we really must show that we are grateful for it. They run about so, and have nothing on, and must be cold. I'll tell thee what I'll do: I will make them little shirts, and coats, and vests, and trousers, and knit both of them a pair of stockings, and do thou, too, make them two little pairs of shoes.'"
"Why did they talk like that?" Jamie's voice carried into the corridor.
"This was my grandad's book when he was a little boy. Gran says it was his dad's first and they talked a little different back then." Teddy reassured them.
Andy moved closer to the door so she could look into the room. There on Teddy's bed sat all four kids, gathered around Teddy while he read from his grandad's old book of fairy tales.
"That's not what house elves look like," Al frowned at the picture.
"Maybe they're a different kind of elf," Teddy shrugged.
"Aunt Luna says there are pretty elves." Lily snuggled closer between Jamie and Teddy. "She's going to show me someday."
"I think Teddy's right," Jamie looked at the page, "they look happy to get those clothes, and house elves hate getting clothes."
Andy chuckled and moved away from the door. She moved to her room and sat on her bed, picking up the Muggle picture of Ted and her that she kept on her night table.
"Oh, Ted, you'd be so proud of him." She smiled down at the framed photo, the familiar lump forming in her throat. "He's so much like you. I guess Dora knew what she was doing naming him for you."
"Gran?" Teddy stuck his head in her room. "Is everything alright?"
"Of course, dear," she smiled at him as she set the picture frame back down.
"I was thinking, since it's the last night that they'll be here, they could all sleep in my room tonight. Is that alright?" Teddy ruffled his hair, the same way she'd seen Harry do countless times in the years she'd known him.
"I think that would be fine, my darling."
Teddy grinned and moved to hug her.
"Thanks, Gran!"
Andy hugged him back and smiled down at the picture of her and Ted. Yes, this jewel of a boy would have made his grandfather so very proud.
"Teddy! Did she say yes?" Al stuck his head in the doorway.
"I did, Al, now why don't we get all of your pillows and blankets and I'll conjure an extra bed or two." Andy let Teddy step out of her embrace and run out of the room with Al.
"Well, Ted, I suppose I'm conjuring a night of little to no sleep. But you'd approve of that, heaven knows you used to keep us up until all hours of the night." She smiled fondly at the picture of her and Ted before walking out of the room to help the kids drag all their things from their rooms to Teddy's.
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