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Disclaimer: J.K. Rowling owns the canon, world, and characters portrayed below and you can tell I'm not J.K. Rowling because #transrights

Content Warnings: NA

The Cool Mom's Limits

Tonks liked to think that she was a cool mum, but she'd just about found the limit to how cool she could be—and it turned out that that line was getting 7 hours of silent treatment from her kid while her husband was off at some conference on Grindylow conservation like an absolute nerd. Especially when she had no bloody idea what she'd done and when she was used to her kid not being a brat. So, she tapped her knuckles against his bedroom door a second time when there was no answer from her son's room.

"Teddy," she called. "Just to remind you, I'm a trained Auror and you're the only child I have to fuss about. So if you don't answer the door or give me a sign of life, not even a 'fuck off,' in the next thirty seconds, I will burst through this door. But don't you dare tell your mother to fuck off, I've raised you better."

She lowered her eyes to the ground and listened attentively. She nodded in satisfaction when she heard his mattress creak, and then the door opened. There was Teddy: wearing a bulky maroon hoodie, his hair an ashy brown that she'd never seen on him before, and his eyes red.

"Baby, what's wrong?" she asked immediately.

"Finn broke up with me," Teddy said. His voice was rather pitiful, which made the words sound gummy in his mouth.

Still, her entire body slackened.

"Oh, baby…"

"No, don't," Teddy said—just as tears welled up in his chocolate brown eyes. "I'm fine."

"No you're not," she said, calling his bullshit right away. "Because you're a Tonks and our people do not deal well with heartbreaks. What happened, baby?"

"No, don't, like, 'oh baby' me—I don't need to be babied," Teddy insisted. "It's just—it's stupid, and…"

"Teddy, it's your first heartbreak," she said softly. She opened up her arms. "No matter how stupid you think it is, it's still going to hurt like hell. Come here..."

Teddy put up about half a second of resistance, featuring a quivering lip and some very intensive eyebrow movements, before he burst into tears again. At least this time, he has her arms to burrow in.

"Oh, I'm sorry," she said, kissing the top of his head. "I'm sorry, this sucks... we're going to make hot cocoa and order Chinese food and then you're going to tell me all about it or just cry some more, okay?"

"Okay," Teddy said. He sniffled. "Can we watch that channel where Muggles just cook food all day?"

"Of course," she said gently—even if she had no idea how to operate the television that lived in their living room like an awkward roommate. "Of course."

Her heart was breaking so badly for him, as he shook in her arms, that this boy could get away with asking for the moon right now, even if she knew that he would wind up being alright. Best not to tell him that if he was satisfied with the promise of almond chicken, egg rolls, and a hug though. She was, after all, the cool mum. She had a reputation to uphold.

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