Ted sighed. He really didn't know what else to do. He wanted to go home and have a pint and maybe tell Victoire all about what a shit morning he was having.
"Look. I don't give a damn who you are. I really don't. Just don't talk to me and don't pretend to be my mum. She's dead. For 20 years now. Dad too. No one is too good to die in a war. I know. My folks, they're heroes, but they died young. I was raised by my Gran with the help of my seventeen year old godfather because my Grandad, Mum and Dad all died cause of some noble cause." Teddy sighed. He wasn't mad anymore, he really just wanted to be left alone. There was something so draining about this place.