Harry,
Why did you never tell me that Father was bitten by a werewolf? And why did you never tell me that he taught here at Hogwarts? I've asked you so many times about how you met my dad, but you always brushed me off or changed the subject. Why didn't you want me to know?
Teddy looked at his scribbled letter, stained with angry tears. Then he put it in the bottom of his trunk. Grandma Molly had always said that if you were angry with someone, write them a letter. But don't send it until a week later, and only if you're still angry.
He stormed out of the dorm, down the stairs, through the common room and towards the kitchen. He needed chocolate.
He tickled the pear, which let out a high-pitched giggle that made Teddy wince. As he slumped onto a stool, house-elves were busying themselves with vaious chores.
"Can I helps you, sir?" An elf with an over-sized silver coat on asked Teddy very politely.
"Just some chocolate, please," Teddy mumbled.
"Yes, sir," the house-elf said cheerily before scuttling away. Teddy sighed. Why did he have to find out all these things from a teacher? Well, if it had been Professor Longbottom, it might have been okay. But from Professor Bell? Someone that Teddy hardly knew, and that hardly knew him?
"Your chocolate, sir," the house-elf with the silver coat said, handing him a tray piled high with chocolate eclairs and individually wrapped sweets. There was also a tall glass of milk sitting in the middle of the tray, as if it were a centre-piece of a sculpture. Teddy murmured his thanks and set off. He didn't go back to the common room. He went back to the lake. Where he had seen that mysterious girl. He hoped to see her again and find out who she was, or at least what her face looked like. He was sure she had a beautiful face.
He sat on the grassy bank and starting gobbling down an eclair. He wasn't sure why, but whenever something was going wrong, Teddy immediately turned to chocolate for comfort. Harry, Hermione and the Weasley family all found this funny, for some reason. He had never asked why.
Lost in thought, he suddenly realised that the mystery girl was there again. She was sitting by the lake, too (though there was a bit of distance between them) gazing into the water.
Teddy had been right. She did have a beautiful face.