A well cared for wizarding photo. Scribbled on the back in clean handwriting, Dora and Teddy, June 1999, the Burrow, lunch.
“Just over a year old, and he can already copy Dora!"
Harry hid a smile. Next to him, Remus was beaming, his Proud Daddy Grin wide, eyes bright. In the Weasley’s garden, beyond the picnic table laden with lunch and tea, Tonks held Teddy near a lush rose bush. She looked up and grinned back at Remus.
"Well, eyes and hair, anyway,” Remus continued, raising his wizarding camera. “He can’t quite imitate her nose yet.”
“Take a picture, Remus!” Tonks called. She held Teddy up and ruffled his pink hair. “With Mummy, now, Ted! One, two, three…”
REMADORA LIVES AU BECAUSE I CAN. I’m sorry, I had a mighty need to art, and I’ve been a teeny bit obsessed with the Lupin family for a while, and this was the result. My first ever animation! I don’t often draw–these fingers were made for typing, not drawing!–and let me just say, I now have the utmost respect for anyone who makes an animation, because Merlin’s pants, this took me forever. And it’s not even an elaborate animation!
This has always been one of my all-time favorite host sketches. It’s so quiet and melancholy; a little bit sad, but not depressing. I can’t think of another time during the Joel era where the parent/child relationship between Joel and the bots was so apparent and beautifully handled. In terms of tone and poignancy, I think the only host segment from Mike’s era that comes close to this one is this one.