Remus never thought he would have a wife, much less a son. But here he was, preparing to meet his son's girlfriend. Things were clearly serious between the two of them, if Teddy was bringing Victoire around the house. He wondered idly if Dora had had the honours of meeting the young Weasley.
And if Teddy and Victoire were as nervous about this as he was.
Remus adjusted his shirt to keep it from wrinkling too unnecessarily around his right shoulder, his arm still held to him with a sling. In the end, he thought he probably looked presentable, but beyond that... Well, it was hard to tell. He was, after all, Remus Lupin, half disfigured mess with an arm in a sling.
A soft knock at the door distracted him from his own reflection. Remus slowly made his way down the stairs and to the door, which he opened with a smile.