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Teddy frowned at the mirror.
“No, that’s not right either.”
Screwing his eyes shut tight, he concentrated on his hair once again.
“Hey kiddo, what are you still doing up here, it’s time to go!”
Teddy opened his eyes and studied his reflection as he answered his godfather.
“I know, I know, my hair isn’t working right though!” He resisted the urge to growl with frustration, but it was a close thing. Teddy squeezed his eyes shut again, determined to find the perfect color for today. Ever since he had gotten his trunk and cat downstairs, he had been up in the bathroom. He had barely even shouted a quick hello to his godfather in the entryway before dashing upstairs again. He had been obsessing over this detail for weeks now and even the morning of his big day, he just couldn’t seem to get the right color.
Teddy chanced a glance at the mirror again.
“You know what? That is the exact shade of purple your mum was wearing when I first met her. Looks good on you, too. And there’s not house associated with it, that’s what you wanted right?”
Teddy grinned at Harry.
“Perfect. I think I’m ready, let’s go.”