After supper, Teddy had decided to go for a walk. It was still rather chilly out on the grounds but he didn't care. It was better than being cooped up in the castle any longer, feeling useless. The house-elves had been terribly offended when he offered to lend a hand in the kitchens, just to have something to do and he had been summarily kicked out. It was one thing to sneak in for snacks. It was another to take away from their work.
So he had very little to do so far. Alright, sure, he could have gone and bothered the Marauders for something entertaining to do but he hated the idea that he was bothering them, trying to steal their attention from one another. And he was definitely avoiding Harry - just because it was weird to see him so young. If that meant he was out and about to see two figures appear in the distance by Hagrid's hut, that was likely all the better.
It took him a moment to lightly jog out to the two, figuring a mad dash would have been too much. But when he spotted the wand at the ready, he started skidding a bit on wet grass and an untied shoestring, which ended with him hitting the ground hard right on his ass. "Bloody fucking Hell," he hissed sharply, allowing himself the swear words before he looked up at two familiar-yet-not faces. They were older, grown. "Jamie...? Al...?"