Living up to his namesake (minus the growing-up bit.)
Seeing Teddy come back all miserable his first few years of school, I'd braced myself for hell. Shouldn't have bothered, though, 'cause school is fucking awesome. Don't misunderstand me, I'm no bookworm like Rose or Aunt Hermione; it's not the academics I like. I've got tons of friends, been getting invites to parties since I was twelve, could blow up the castle and talk my way out of detention– what's there not to love?
Dad doesn't understand. He keeps telling me to apply myself, to maintain focus, and do I really want to "coast through education"? Let me tell you, the man never even finished school, dunno why he feels entitled to talk about my "education". I bet if I suddenly announced I'm taking off to live in the woods for a year he'd pop an artery. He should be thankful I attend school, honestly.