"Remus Lupin stopped himself from sighing. The bed under him cracking as his wife shifted her position ceaselessly beside him. A thing she did when worried. Due to his desperate need to worry about everything, she had made it clear that he should not interfere. Well, he would not, unless it seemed obvious he needed to." One-shot. Written for The Quidditch League Competition.

One-shot. Over seventeen years after their death, Remus and Tonks are watching their son as they argue on with whom Teddy looks like the most. Who will win that discussion?