Teddy was going out running a lot recently. He would never tell her, but Vic's comment about him getting podgey had really bothered him. He was so not fat! At least, that was what he told himself, but he had always been quite well built, like his grandfather, and if he wasn't careful, all the muscle he had would turn to flab. Either way, he couldn't help but feel massive next to Victoire. No matter how long she lounged around and how much she ate, she never put on a pound of weight. It was the veela in her.
Glancing at the watch he'd taken to wearing when he was running, a cheap plasic one he'd found in a packet of cereal, he realised he didn't have long before he had to go to work. So, turning around, he began to make his way back to the cabins.
He was about half way home when he saw someone through a gap in the trees on a parallel path to the one he was jogging along. Teddy almost tripped over his feet as he tried to stop himself. "Auntie Hermione?" he called, peering through the trees. He was sure it was her, but she looked different. Much much younger. Still, he began making his way through the trees towards her. "Auntie Hermione? It's me... Teddy."