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Teddy often hung around his dad’s office, fully aware he didn’t have much time left before graduation and he needed to take any and every opportunity to relax in the ridiculously comfortable armchair in his dads office. Today he was laid back in the chair and going over ideas for his Head Boy speech when a knock sounded at the door, definitely a student knocking he decided from the sound. Teddy called out to answer before his father could, “Cooooome in,” he said, dropping his voice to mimic his father’s although it didn’t take much effort to sound much different to him anymore. He smirked to himself, knowing that this was his cue to make himself scarce.

Edward's lips twitched when he heard his son’s imitation of him, it was better than he wanted to give him credit for. “Teddy,” he said mildly with a pointed look, “If you're planning to be the next Transfiguration professor, at least wait until I’ve retired. Until then, I’d appreciate being allowed to answer my own door thanks.” He told him, then stood up to open the door, allowing him to see his son out and greet the visitor simultaneously.