[The idea of a mediwizard that specifically works with werewolves is a bit alien to him.] And that's-- what you want? [That's what he chose? The ache in his chest worsens.

It's only partially eased by Teddy referring to Hermione as his aunt, by the knowledge that he did grow up with a family, even if not his biological parents. He knew they'd made the right choice, asking Harry to be godfather. He can make some educated guesses as to what marriages would lead to that particular familial title for Miss Granger.] Thanks to me?

[There's so much to process, and a bit more privacy to do it in would be nice. He nods.] Yes, of course. I won't drag you from your work, it seems like you're the only one here. And I'm hardly one to mind a little mess. [Hard to say where Teddy gets the nervous babbling from...]