"I think Nymphadora is a pretty name," he told her. "I mean, not for a boy, but it is pretty." Perhaps it was because it was his mother's name. He'd always associated his mother with good thoughts. And, plus, he'd once been convinced his mother actually was a nymph.
He hurriedly turned and grabbed his things. He turned back around, checking that his mother was still there and hadn't vanished. He slowly backed into his room, keeping his eyes on her. Teddy nearly tripped over the threshold, nearly. He threw his things on his new bed (his new boring bed), and ran back out to check that she hadn't vanished.