He flicked up an eyebrow for a moment, lifting his free hand to start running his fingers through Sirius's dark hair. That just sounded like an invitation really and he missed petting Conwy - but that was his actual dog. Petting a human was a bit different.
It was helping - very slowly - but at least he wasn't crying anymore. "I don't know if it's even possible for me... There aren't exactly a lot of metamorphmagi out there to tell me anything." In fact, he was now the last one in Britain. Talk about being rare. Now it was a hundred times worse. "I just need... Something to be useful." Teddy had no idea where he was going to fit in, in Harry's new world of 8-hour jobs.