It was Sunday and Ted had been working overtime all week. It had made him missed dinners at home or spend time before bed with his daughter and wife. Because of this, heâd suggested a family outing to Diagon Alley for some light shopping and, much to Doraâs excitement, ice cream.
Andy, for her part, got stuck in a clothing store that Dora deemed much too boring and these robes are old fashioned, Mum! To ward off an argument when they were having such a nice time together, Ted had volunteered to take Dora to the Leaky Cauldron early, where they planned on having lunch.
As they passed to their outdoor table, Dora got distracted at the edge of the fence, pointing across the way at a group of friends sheâd met at Hogwarts, trying to show Ted. He was about to sigh and tell her to head off with them, but come back in time for Mum, when someone spoke. Dora widened her gaze, looking at Ted for guidance, and Ted glanced between his daughter and, he now saw, Amelia Bones. âDonât apologize, darling,â he told Dora, but was looking at Amelia. âThe sun belongs to no one.â
He glanced back at her friends. âGo along. Be back before Mum gets here for dinner.â As his daughter left, he turned back to Amelia and, so as not to pick a fight, stepped out of her sun. âAlright, Amelia?â he asked, rather pleasant despite the hiccup from the moment before.
Amelia scrunched her nose up when Ted spoke and let an awkward smile spread over her lips. âSorry,â She winced. The quick look up from the book hadnât involved seeing Nymphadora at first glance. Admittedly a little guilty from having caught the looks exchanged between father and daughter but she wouldnât worry about it. Not too much, anyway.
A low sigh escaped when Dora left, her shoulders rising up in a shrug. It was one of the rare days where she had little to do and the weather was cooperating. An infrequent occurrence since she tended to keep herself busy to the point of having no downtime.
âCouldnât have asked for a better day,â She gave an awkward half smile. âFirst one Iâve not had anything to do during it in a while. Not that is an excuse for the tone I used with you and your daughter.â Her eyebrows furrowed together after that.
âLesson learned though,â She sighed. âQuick glance up wasnât sufficient.â