Harry Potter wasn't well-known for being very observant of other people's feelings and emotions, but he'd definitely noticed Andromeda's particularly sour mood tonight when she'd come by with Teddy. As much as Harry adored his godson (adored, he bought the little boy everything, it was beginning to become a spacing problem...), he'd asked Ron and Hermione to stay at his flat to watch the baby. It had been easy enough; Hermione made a quick comment about how it would be good practice, and Ron choked and nearly fainted in the living room.
He knew where Andromeda frequented, only because of the many, many owls he'd sent her during his first couple of nights watching Teddy. He'd never even held a baby before Teddy Lupin, so--he needed help. Harry pushed through the small crowd of the pub and made his way beside Andromeda, but waited until she acknowledged him before he said anything. If she really wanted to be alone, she'd tell him, right?
Harry had just ordered a glass of water when Andromeda knocked his elbow, and he spilled a bit on the counter. He wasn't much of a pub frequenter, but with his time with the Weasleys he knew he should clean up the mess before the bartender saw and scowled.
"It's all right," Harry muttered back, feeling a bit foolish as he pulled out his wand and cleared the water away.
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