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𝕺onagh decided quite quickly she likes the Tonks women.

Whilst Andromeda appears to be of the more calm and collected type, Nymphadora is more of a social butterfly, eager to bring laughter to the room with her brilliant sense of humour and sometimes unintentional clumsiness. It works superbly for their wholesome mother-daughter banter they've already seen small snippets of, giving squeezes to Oonagh's heart.

Roslaeen's the perfect grammy figure, Oonagh counts her lucky stars every day for being able to have such a great woman to look up to, however she can't help but wonder what the dynamic between her and her Mammy would have been like nowadays. Whether they would have that playful teasing dynamic with an underlying care and unconditional fondness that Andromeda and Nymphadora have or something different.

From what she remembers, her Mammy was always taking her outside, pointing out the sublime scenery, the detailed intricacies that went into crafting the Universe majority of Mankind miss. She'd offer motherly advice, tell of cute little phrases that stick to Oonagh to this day, one of the most important ones, that her feet take her to where her heart is. Sometimes she wonders if deep down, her Mammy knew there was magic coursing through her veins, if her strong instincts hinted sometimes there was something more to Oonagh and kept it to herself.

She likes to think her Mammy knew her before she knew herself. Just like she can tell Andromeda does Nymphadora, and Nymphadora will do tiny baby Teddy.

"Would you like a hold?"

It takes Oonagh an embarrassingly long moment to realise that the kind offer from Nymphadora has been extended to her. Like she's known Oonagh years, perfectly at ease to hand over her delicate newborn.

"I — okay. Yes, please" She agrees quietly, passing to Draco the hot chocolate that she'd been happily sipping away at during conversation.

Calmly, Remus crosses the room to the two-seater couch her and Draco have occupied, slowly lowering Teddy down into her waiting arms. With a start, she realises he's wide awake, staring up at her with these big eyes of rich honeycomb definitely inherited from his father. The rest of him is rather pink, safe for the feathery hairs on top of his head, an adorable light blue colour.

"Light blue?" She quizzes aloud without looking away from him, too entranced by the way he's pouting his lips, making his cheeks impossibly more squishy.

"Relaxed and calm. He likes you" Remus answered warmly, broadening the smile permanent on her lips,

"Grand. Because he's never getting rid of me"

The adults' chiming laughter flow like the melody of a song through the room, Teddy blinking almost curiously. But it's not at the unusual noise, it's in response to the thumb that's ever so gently stroking the top of his head. A thumb that doesn't belong to Oonagh. Draco. She manages to break out of the trance for a brief second, turning to where he's leaning over her shoulder, silver eyes intent on inspecting the bundle of new life.