Chicken Soup

37 2 0
                                    

"Oh, Teddy." Nan sighed.
I had walked in the door myself to avoid causing any heart attacks, but I was certain she knew what I had done. There is no mistaking the sound of a nearby apparation. She welcomed me into her warm embrace, her head resting on my chest but somehow I still felt safe. She smelt of potatoes and cooking fat, but in the nicest possible way. Ushering me towards an empty seat at the table which was accompanied by an equally empty bowl, she grabbed a large pan from the hob and began to serve me some of my favourite chicken soup. She knows it's a tough day for me, but this was the first year I had done a bunk on the memorial. Behind her wrinkled, tired eyes I could see her own pain mingling with worry and shock. Her rosy smile wouldn't fool me today.

After the soup was gone and I had wiped the bowl clean with a slice of brown bread, she sat down next to me.
"Teddy," she began.
"I know what you're going to say Nan. You're going to say it's ok to be sad on this difficult day and nobody is going to stop me feeling upset. But you're going to ask where I was and why. You're still curious about where it is I regularly disappear to, but you're concerned to ask. You want to know why I'm always wearing long sleeves and what's causing the damp patch that sometimes appears on my pillow." I finished to take a sip of the tea she had made me.
"Teddy Lupin, are you training to become a legilimens?"
"No Nan, you're just predictable." And with that, I went to my room.

You've reached the end of published parts.

⏰ Last updated: Apr 30, 2017 ⏰

Add this story to your Library to get notified about new parts!

Turquoise TeddyWhere stories live. Discover now