Without having consciously decided to do so, he overtakes Draco on the stairs and hurries into the kitchen. He immediately feels as if he has apparated to another land; a sunny land where every problem lasts but the blink of an eye. James, shamelessly shirtless and leaning his sculpted upper body against the fridge, is sipping his tea in an overly affected manner, while Teddy, his red cheeks barely concealed by thin strands of mousy brown hair, is lounging in his chair, grinning like a mischievous rascal. At the window, facing the entrance, stands Charlie Weasley.