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Andromeda held Dora’s hand tightly as they waved at a toddler Teddy. Who happily walked into the room full of similarly aged children without a second look at the two women. Her grandson was such an extrovert. Andromeda thought fondly, watching him immediately begin making friends.
“How dare he have the audacity to grow up. Mum makes him stop. He is supposed to be my little baby. Not a big boy going to school,” Dora said, pouting at her mother, who chuckled and pulled her daughter into a hug. “Don’t you think I would have done the same to you if possible? It's going to be alright, love. He will always be your little baby, just as you will always be mine.” They both took one last look at Teddy, the Toddler was showing his new friends how he could copy their hair colors, much to the amusement of his mother and grandmother. They were so thankful to have found a magical Muggle school for pre-Hogwarts-aged children.
They set off towards home. Dora was clearly sad. Her hair changed to midnight blue, almost black, instead of its usual bubblegum pink. Andromeda squeezed her hand before they Apparated home.
When both Women arrived home, the cottage smelled of Dora’s favorite tea. Scottish Black tea. Minerva walked out of the kitchen, levitating three mugs. She stopped and magicked the cups to the coffee table. “Welcome back. How was the first drop-off?” The question was more directed at Dora than Teddy. Minerva knew the young lad was likely having the time of his life with his new friends.
Before Andromeda could answer, Dora walked over and hugged Minerva while beginning to cry softly. “màthair, He’s getting so big now. In just a few years, he will be off to Hogwarts. I don't know what to do.” Minerva walked Dora over to the couch. And handed her the cup of tea, Andromeda took a seat behind Minerva. Content to let her wife handle things
“Drink, lass. It will do you good. You are so brave. And it will all be okay. When Teddy comes home later today me and your mum, will cook dinner while you listen to him tell you all about his day. Then we will eat mince and tatties together, where Teddy will make a mess with the potato’s and it will undoubtedly end in potatoes in all three of our hair. And I will force you to clean the potatoes off the ceiling again. Do you know how hard it is to magic the stains away?” Minerva’s words had their intended effect. And Dora began to laugh freely. Knowing how much her son loved throwing potatoes for “Minnie” to shape mid-air. Only the little lad often got carried away, and the potatoes ended up everywhere
Andromeda smiled and kissed her wife’s cheek. Thankful she had fallen for such a caring woman after Ted, and that the woman had accepted Dora and Teddy as if they were her own