Mopping Up

His grandma wasn't looking at the broken vase, but she wasn't looking at Teddy, either. Nor was she looking at the photographs on the walls, both wizard and Muggle, of Teddy's parents and grandfather. She was clearly thinking, lost in her memories. His grandma would keep talking, telling Teddy about his mum, and he was so excited. Oneshot written for QLFC.