Teddy bared his teeth at Droma.
"Teddy Remus Lupin!" Andromeda's infuriated face scolded him. She still had on her nightgown, for it was 3:47 AM.
His nails, long but still somewhat dull, slashed at the air. He growled from the pit of his throat. He was aware of the rules in the household, unable to control his emotions, but able to control himself at least somewhat.
"Sit down young man! That's it! Right on the floor now!" Droma's finger jabbed at the air in front of Teddy.
Teddy's eyes narrowed, bloodshot but still light blue. He seated himself atop the rug and continued to pant and growl.
"You listen to me, boy!" Droma kept her voice as stern as possible, despite her fear of the boy, even if he was seven years old. "You are going to march into that room of yours and you will stay there ALL NIGHT."
Teddy bared his teeth again and snapped at her. The fur on his body was feathery but still dark brown and long. He had the appearance of a child that had not been groomed properly in a while, sharpened his teeth to fine points, and drank a hair-growth potion.
"I. Don't. Care." Then, she straightened her arm in the direction of his room. "March!"
Teddy swiped at the wall, slashing down a picture of Remus and Nymphadora together.
Droma yelped loudly. "How dare you!"
Teddy whimpered and pushed out a deep "…oh...!"
Droma choked out, "go to your bedroom, Teddy…now."
Teddy, now emotionally sentimental or at a calm state for a half-werewolf, loped down the hallway towards his room.
When the sun had dawned into Teddy's room the next morning, his terrible looks had receded back to his normal boy image.
And Teddy burst into hot tears at the blurry memory of what he had done that night.
Droma came into his room and held her grandchild, rocking him gently in her arms. "You can't help it, dear. It's just a piece from your father." She closed her eyes and kissed the top of his head.
"I…I want to talk to Harry…" Teddy whispered into her wrinkled neck.
