"Well, not many people can say they know a Draco," Ted kidded right back. In the short time he'd taken to come to know his nephew, Ted was finding he appreciated him more and more.
Sighing, Ted shrugged at Draco's inquiry. "Trying to keep busy. It's hard monitoring the journals and trying to figure out if there is news from Teddy or Remus." As the town crier, Ted watched the journals quite a bit, though he didn't write in them much. "Your aunt has been busy trying to help the injured, too, and Dora..." Ted trailed off. He was worried about his daughter, but she was a grown woman, and he wasn't sure how much comfort he would be to her when all she probably wanted was her husband and her son. "Basically, a lot going on, but you knew that."