Of course someone would be at the door. She was sure that Harry and his other friends had started drawing straws over who was going to come to her door and make sure that she hadn't done something stupid like drunk herself into oblivion -- she would never do something like that to Teddy.
She took a deep breath, pushing herself to her feet and heading toward the door. When she opened it -- well, Ted wouldn't have too much time to explain to her that he was sore and fragile because she threw herself against him with all the grief and pain she'd been carrying on her shoulders since her daughter's death.
"Oh, Ted."
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