"Really?" she asked, the disdain clear in her voice. Nymphadora was an awful name. Clearly her dream son just didn't know any better. That was okay, though. "It's great now, but try growing up with it. That's nice of you, though. Thank you Teddy." Son? Teddyson? Yes. Definitely Teddyson.
The only move Tonks made in the quick time he'd gone into his room was to shut the door so that they couldn't be spied on by hallway people. This was all very strange. And vivid. If she didn't know any better, she'd say this wasn't a dream after all.