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[followfootsteps]

Teddy may have a cold. Not that he'll admit to it. Playing out in the snow was totally a good idea. After all, he and Will had the best fort. Obviously.If anyone asks, he's sitting slumped over a bowl of chicken soup, pale and sniffling with hair shaggy and lank, a dirty blond colour, it's just because he's in a bad mood. Really

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[wellthrownstone]

...cue a headtilt on the Rivan in the booth across the way.

[followfootsteps]

Teddy doesn't appear to notice him. He's too focused on a soup.

This may say something about just how interesting the soup is, really - Seven foot kings are difficult to miss.

[wellthrownstone]

"Are you having a problem?" he finally asks, as carefully as he can manage.

"With the--"

There's a vague sort of handgesture that he picked up from his wife. It comes down to "shapechangyness".

[followfootsteps]

"Naaah. I'm fine." Teddy waves a hand, mustering a smile. "Just ... enjoying me some soup."

[notthatpotter]

It is the colour-changing hair and the general instantaneous morphing that catches his attention.

"What happened to you?" asks James, who has just come from upstairs. "You look awful."

[followfootsteps]

"Got a cold. I was playing in the snow with Will and a dog and a bunch of other people." Teddy replies between sneezes (accompanied by several split-second morphs.)

[notthatpotter]

James winces after each sneeze, then begins to frown.

"Wait a second. Everyone was playing in the snow?" And he didn't know about it? "When?"

[followfootsteps]

"A few days ago?" Sneeze. "You mean you weren't there? I thought I just missed you."