It's the middle of the night, and it's almost as if Teddy can see the moon traveling across the sky. In reality, the moon is shrouded by storm clouds, and he can only estimate where the round orb is. September is fast approaching. Tomorrow Victorie and all of Teddy's younger family members will board the train to Hogwarts, and for the very first time, Teddy will be alone. There will be no one for him to talk to, or to just be a little kid with. Harry, of course, will be off with Aunt Hermione to teach at Hogwarts, and Ginny will be everywhere and nowhere all at once. Every one of his aunts and uncles have jobs and things to do.
He can only be grateful that it lasts no longer than one school year.
He glances from the window to the stairs, where Victorie has appeared. He smiles at her tiredly, before turning back to see the nearly full moon peaking through the clouds. He can see his girlfriend's reflection approaching him from behind. She takes the empty space in front of him, forcing herself to sit in his lap with his arms around her to keep her upright and in place. She leans back with a little, short hum of approval, her light blue eyes falling closed.
He presses a quick kiss into her hair before looking out the window again.
"Are you upset?"
Her voice sounds through the empty room quietly over an hour later. It startles him out of his musings, which he is grateful for. "Hmm?" he asks, more for clarification than having not heard her.
She waves her hand in a circular motion absentmindedly. "You've graduated, and the Ministry currently doesn't have an opening in the Department of Care of Magical Creatures. So you won't have anything to do, or anyone to talk to. Plus, I've always heard the first year away from Hogwarts is hard."
She hit the nail right on the head, as always. He sighs and buries his nose in her hair. "You're too clever by half," he mutters, nuzzling her head. She giggles, airy and light.
"So I've been told, Mr. Lupin," she replies easily, and he knows they're playing that game again.
He grins, and replies, "Have you now, Ms. Weasley? Where would you have heard such a thing?"
She shrugs slightly. "Here and there, good sir. It's common knowledge, you know."
"Is it really? I must be dreadfully out of the loop, then."
She snorts, and repeats, "Dreadfully? Really, Teddy? Who the hell says 'dreadfully' anymore? It's positively dreadful."
"Why, all of those dreadfully dreadful people simply have to say dreadful, because if they don't, they're not quite so dreadful anymore, and where's the fun in that? Besides, it's a good word, not one that should be left to die oh-so dreadfully."
Her laughter is infections, and soon the couple is trying desperately to keep quiet to keep from waking the twenty other people in the house. Soon, though, she sobers, and tilts her head back to look at him. "Seriously, though, Teddy, you're alright?"
He smiles at her, and says the first thing he can that's truthful, "I will be."
She opens her mouth to respond, but is distracted by the crack of lightning across the sky and the deep, powerful rumble of thunder outside. He blinks at the sudden rain, and mutters, "I wondered when that would happen."
Victorie simply hums her response. Then, "You have me, you know. Every weekend, floo to the Three Broomsticks, and I'll be sure to meet you there, okay?"
"Okay, Vic," he agrees. "I love you. I'm glad that you're here."
"Love you too. I'm glad you're here, never mind me."