Teddy nodded. "I heard it was..." He stopped, shaking his head. "Nevermind." He didn't want to ramble. He would if she let him. It was a knack he always had, as if he enjoyed to sound of his own voice. "It was hard for everyone," he said simply, unsure what else to say. Did that even begin to describe the war, the outcome, and everything in between? His parents' union wasn't something that everyone had been counting on, he knew, but when it happened, it had happened. No one had been against it, really, except his father at first. Apparently his father had pretty much claimed he wasn't good enough for his mother. Odd to think that, to know that. How many children knew almost detailed events of their parents' lives before they were born? All Teddy had were those stories. Until now.
He frowned at her words. "Nymphadora," he said softly, unable to bring himself to call her 'mother' or 'mum' or the like. She didn't even know him; he wasn't a thought in her head now. "It's not like that. It's not like you had a choice. No one did. You didn't go there to die; you went there to fight for what you believed in. And... honestly, I was always proud of that."
Manners made him unable to ignore her offer of a drink however, knowing how disappointed his grandmother would be if he was rude to her daughter. "I'd love some water?"