Re: In-person: Teddy/Vic
Everyone I've spoken with. [It was said over her shoulder and she stepped down onto the flat sand and unzipped her knee-high boots, kicking them off and then leaving them there, where they could be retrieved after. Heels and leather and sand, they just didn't mix, and she loved the cool sand between her toes, though she wouldn't ever think such a thing at school, much less own to it.]
Mum is lovely. [There was a sad pause there, a longing for home in a silence which was only broken by the waves cresting, white and foam in the distance.] Do you remember, Teddy? Being small here? [They had been, and nothing had been amiss then. Her dad was paranoid, but he'd not yet turned his paranoia onto the small little half-werewolf/half-metamorphmagus. They'd been happy then, she recalled, still relieved over the end of the war, not yet living in the shadows of people long dead. No new fears had crept in, and it had been idyllic.]
Severus is in the Slytherin dungeons, and he's most certainly our age, as is Uncle Harry. And we've met the Marauders. [She carefully did not call his dad his dad. Instead, she reached back for his hand, willing to put his horrible betrayal aside for just a moment, just long enough to enter the home that would be ever so quiet, when it shouldn't be quiet at all.]