“I can’t find the-whoops!”
A loud bang and a series of clunks echoed through the busy household, which in turn stood silent for a short second.
“Teddy, what have you done now?” A voice yelled from the back of the house.
A two-year old Teddy swept by Andromeda as she walked into the kitchen to see what had caused the terrible noise.
Gabrielle stood on a chair, a half-smile on her face as she held up a small can.
“I ‘ouldn’t ‘ind ze nootmeg,” she hopped down to the floor, “but I’z got it now.”
Andromeda looked around as Teddy re-entered the kitchen. Victorie was lying on the floor, covered in flour, and Teddy was pouring a cup of water on her belly.
Andromeda picked Victorie up off the floor, set her down in the empty sink, and turned to look at Teddy.
“Can you go sit in the sitting room for Andy?”
Teddy smiled a toothless smile and waddled off, throwing the half-empty cup of water on the floor.
Gabrielle blushed as she looked around at the messy kitchen, “I iz ‘erribly zorry. I’ll clean it up.”
Andromeda scowled, “Yes, well, I’ve got to clean Teddy and Victorie up- your parents will be here within the hour.” She turned away, scooped up the crying baby from the sink, and hurried to the bathroom, muttering something about promises.
“Thank Merlin,” Andromeda whispered as the sensory charm went off, identifying one Bill Weasley as he opened the front door.
“Uncle Bill!” Gabrielle cried from the couch where she was holding a sleeping Victorie, “We made you cookies!”
Bill chuckled as Teddy crashed into his legs.
“Up, Bill, Up!”
Bill swung the two year old onto his shoulders and made his way over to Andromeda, who was standing in the hallway entrance.
“We can’t thank you enough, Andy.” Bill said, taking her hand, “Fleur was just in a panic when she heard of her father’s health and you were the first person I thought of.”
Andromeda shook her head, “It’s quite all right. How is Mr. Delacour?”
Bill sighed, “They doubt he’ll make it through Boxing Day.”
“What a shame, during the holidays and everything!”
“Yeah.” Bill slipped Teddy back down to the floor, “Well, Gabs, we better get going.”
The thirteen-year old got off the couch as fluidly as she could, still holding her niece in her arms.
“Goodbye, Andy! Thank you again!”
The three made a sad sight, Andromeda realized, as they walked down the front steps and into the muggle car Bill had just bought, but she was brought out of her reverie by Teddy, who was now clinging to her pants leg.
Andromeda giggled and scooped up the toddler.