Mischievous Smiles
He had been close to the kid since his day of birth, feeling a connection to him even though they weren't related and he wasn't his godfather. Bill supposed it had to do with the werewolf side of things, and that was why he felt a pang of understanding towards Teddy whenever he saw the happy gurgling baby with the mass of hair that almost always looked like he had just been electrocuted. He'd had a werewolf for a father, and Bill had suffered an attack from one, fortunate enough to not be bitten, but unfortunate to suffer the horrible, never-fully healed scars on his face.
For the most part, Teddy had been a happy baby, always smiling whenever Andromeda brought him round to visit them. Fleur had oohed and aahed over him, a hand on her rounded pregnant stomach, her blonde hair falling like a waterfall over her face. He'd smiled at the baby, stroking his cheek softly, and quickly, suddenly, Teddy had latched onto his pinkie, stuffing it into his mouth, his sharp baby teeth clomping down on the flesh painfully.
With a bashful smile towards Fleur, sighing, Andromeda had propped his mouth open, allowing Bill to retract his bitten finger from the boy's mouth with a painful hiss. Teddy had gurgled merrily, his lips curling up into a smile so mischievous that Bill couldn't help but laugh.
A month and a bit after Teddy's second birthday, Victoire was born, her face red and screwed up, her mouth emitting a horrible wail. After she had settled down, and her face had lightened to a shade resembling human, Bill brought Teddy into see her. He had looked once at her, shook his head, nearly poked his finger into her eye, before leaving carefully trotting off on his sneaker-clad feet. Fleur had just laughed, before returning her attention to her baby, cooing softly to their baby girl.
At seven years of age, Teddy was a curious child, always running around, always with a smile on his face. He delighted in presenting them with odd presents of some sort; ranging from the gnomes that plaguing the Burrow's backyard, to freshly-picked flowers. Victoire clapped with happiness whenever he chose to bestow presents on her, Fleur sending him a knowing smile at the interaction.
And he had just shaken his head. That would never happen.
Still, if a certain Lupin ever came to him and asked for a certain hand in marriage, he would say yes.
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